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Our Feathered Friends Have a Fowl Way of Showing Affection

Well, color me cluck-flummoxed. Four of your feathered friends have decided your shins are a personal buffet, and that's a whole new level of fowl play. I love my own flock, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't flinch when they get that glint in their eye. Your story about the air jail and the beak flicks gave me a good chuckle, mostly because I've been there. It sounds like you've tried the gentle route, and they're just not taking the hint. It's a relief to hear you didn't hurt the first one who chomped, but it's a fine line between a correction and a full-on rebellion.