Yesterday I was leaning over the netting into the Girls' free range area when Florence crouched for me. I stroked her, she sat there. On impulse, I picked her up and brought her in to the house, gave her some corn, and then returned her to free range.
This afternoon, a similar thing occurred. This time I took Florence over to our swing and sat with her on my lap. I gave her the corn thing every so often, and she sat quietly, quite relaxed, on my legs. In fact, she didn't look like she had any intention of getting off.
She looked at me. I looked at her, thinking how pleasant this was, and how unlike Florence to be so calm.
Then she lunged at my face and pecked my lip.
Ow. Bloody Ow.