Chickens Still Love Me

I was coming out of the shop one evening to feed the chickens and one of them flew right up to the chicken feed in my hand. Another one flew up to my shoulder. In my head I thought, well, they do remember what they used to do when they were younger. They might not be in the coop anymore, but they still know how to get to the feed, and into my heart. They do still love me, or at least that is what I tell myself.