While I was recovering from my eye surgeries at my SIL & BIL's in RB, one of their laying hens took a liking to me. I couldn't do much, so I spent considerable time on the wooden bench up by the fire pit. It was funny to see "Olive Oyl" come running when she saw me there. She would jump up on the bench, get as close to me as she could, and just kinda settle in to let me know she was happy to keep me company.
She's never been a beauty, but she sure has enough personality to make up for it. My SIL kindly keeps me updated on how she is getting along. She is doing well, and still laying.
There appears to be a bit of identity confusion with Willie. While taking him to the dog park the other day, I was talking to him. (He gets nervous about riding in a vehicle) Inadvertently I called him Cowboy, and he perked right up, and quit whining. Didn't really think that much about it til we got to the dog park. After he was in the fenced area and off leash, I called him back and he ignored me. I called him back several more times with no response. Remembering the time in the SUV, I called him with "Cowboy". He was back at my side in a flash. He has kept up the only answer to "Cowboy" ever since. "Cowboy Willie" is the long version. The vet is going to think I'm a nut if I change all his paper work.