Chicken does not like to be ignored. She’ll pull insistently at the legs of my jeans as I cook or iron. She’ll try to knock the book from my hand if I don’t pay her attention, pecking at my sleeve or elbow to invite me to talk. Often she’ll burst, like the alien in Alien, through my newspaper, leaping on to my knee as I sit trying peaceably to read.
Esther Woolfson – Corvus: A Life With Birds