Oh Yes!
Every time I go down to the run, I greet them with 'Hello girlies, how are you all today?"
And they all scramble to be first to be trodden underfoot when I open the door of the run, except for Saffron, the Brown Leghorn, who does vertical takeoff and clings to the mesh of the run door, and then falls off on me when it opens.
Then I go in with their mash and greens and tell them what they have that day - "Lovely sprout tops today, girls, and some shredded cabbage, with your beautiful warm mash. Now, who has been a good girl today? Who has laid a lovely egg? Oh dear -which naughty girl slept in the nestbox and did that big poo? Was it you, Marigold? You know Mummy doesn't like you to do that."
By then they are bolting down the mash as if they hadn't had any food since yesterday, and I continue talking to them and enquiring about their day, much to the bemusement of the next door neighbour....
The good thing about having a dog and some hens is that you can talk to them, which somehow doesn't feel quite so worrying as just talking to yourself.
Good to hear from you Tyg - how are your partridge chickens?