Mutual curiosity

Lately, when I pull back the kitchen curtains of a morning, I find the Chook waiting expectantly at the back door. She clucks a greeting, and yes, *sigh* I feed her.

Then she perches in the hedge about a meter from the kitchen window and watches us go about our daily routine for a goodly while before heading off to industriously peck about the garden and do other fowlish things.

How this freeloading chicken managed to insinuate herself upon our household, I'm not entirely sure.