Camp With Chickens...

I spent this last week at children's camp with all five chickens. The eldest two chickens were campers and the youngest three were with me, I was supposed to be helping in the kitchen with chicken number 5 on my back and chickens 3 & 4 were to play for countless hours with their friends.
The week started off grand, Chicken number 5 quickly found out all he had to do was let out a cluck and there would be 5 ladies there immediately wanting to hold him. This continued through the week and as the days wore on he did not even need to cluck just simply throw a toy on the floor, hit my back or just look at someone with his great big chicken eyes.
Chicken number 4 would wake up in the morning and simply say to me "Mommy, wheres Lilia?" no "good morning my wonderful Mommy." or "Mommy, thank you for letting me crawl all over you in the night, kicking you and hitting you in my sleep." not even a "Mommy I love you, you are the most awesome Mommy a chicken could have." nope, just "Wheres Lilia." I now know where I rate among chicken number 4, somewhere between her stomach and a scraped knee.
Chicken number 3 followed chicken number 4's lead and would wake up and immediately get disgruntled if I would not let him go play with his friend and made him get dressed first!! Oh the horror. Needless to say I think I rank about the same with chicken number 3 as I do with chicken number 4, somewhere between his belly and blood.
Chickens 1 & 2 were quite preoccupied with life at camp and found it quite nice to come and see me in the kitchen or at meal time. I think I might rank a little higher with them than the other chickens, then again, they always seemed more interested in showing off chicken number 5 to their friends and a little less interested in showing me off. hmmmm.
Anyway, it was fun for all and a very tiring week as well. I think I may contemplate doing this again, but most definitely not with a 10 month old chicken.