That little hen never ceases to amaze me. Our relationship has gone from her trying to attack me every chance she got, way back when she first came to us (what, about four years ago?), to her actually chasing George off when he was meditating a bite to my thumb a couple of days ago. :eek:
I had the two of them out on me for evening birdy bread, water, and chat. I was holding the water dish and didn't notice George sneaking around, beak open, towards my thumb. I didn't notice, that is, until Gracie scolded him like the devil and chased him off!
Then again, maybe she realized that if he bit my thumb, there was a very good chance that water would get all over everything, including her. (She knows this from experience, having nipped my fingers before as they held a water dish.) She doesn't like getting wet unless it's on her terms.
Gracie -- my hero!