Chickens have a lot more personality than people think they do.  They form social bonds, cooperate to raise young, "barter", adopt orphans, and learn behaviors readily. 

Roosters will sometimes feed chicks in this manner as well - even handing good morsels directly to them with their beak.  I think this behavior earns them brownie points with the hens.

We have just a wonderful laying hen named Honey that is about 8 months old. She lays brown eggs every day.  We ask you to please not pick this hen up to eat. She follows you around the yard like a puppy dog and is too sweet to cut her life short. We would never get rid of her if she could just wrap her little chicken mind around the fact that she is not allowed in the house.

My boys have a huge issue shutting the sliding glass door and we believe Honey watches it from the nearby bushes. In her world maybe she thinks it is a portal to a fowl paradise (well it is air conditioned) She slips in on Mario Andretti record time. Normally I just shoo her out and clean up whatever present she can drop in a 3 second lapse.... surprisingly ALOT of poo.  But yesterday was absolutely the last straw.

When the boys went out I took the chance to jump in the shower, something I don't get a chance to do these days with three boys constantly yammering about being board. Anyhow I had a real lather going, soap in my eyes and singing Morissette rather badly when I heard a distinct cluck. (Please see pics for an example) I fumbled for the towel hanging over the shower stall to wipe my eyes. With them stinging like molten lava I cracked them open and was transported back to the first time I saw psycho. Standing there was a very distorted image of Honey. At first I was speechless,  then she got closer to the shower door and started to slowly peck at it. I started to scream at her to get out, I don't know why I was so ashamed of my body in front of a chicken but she had no right to stare at me and she WAS staring. My boys came running in due to my screaming and then it was true mayhem. The chicken was startled and stated flap-flying around with feathers going everywhere. As one boy was able to get her by her tail my other son slipped on a strategically placed poop puddle. He fell down and dragged his twin with him. Twin fell on twin and Honey completed the dog pile.

Needless to say I did not get to finish my shower and Honey has to go. If you have good locks and children that can latch a door then she is really a very good chicken.