At the risk of being called a Chicken Whisperer, I will admit that I enjoy taking chickens for a walk. It all started when I noticed one day, a few weeks back, that our three girls follow me around the property when I let them out of their pen. I like to walk around in the late afternoon and inspect things, or I might be out doing a chore. As I transition from one area of the property to the next, I noticed that my three hens would soon come along, pecking the ground, but following just the same. So, I decided to see if I could actually take chickens for a walk. Meet my three hens. Amy, above left, is a Rhode Island Red. Henrietta is an Orpington. And trailing behind is Miss Prissy Fuzzy Bottom, a Wyandotte. Prissy has a crooked toe but she walks just fine. These girls were city chickens who moved to the country with us. So, here we go. They've left their pen, and sure enough, they're tagging along. It's a pleasant way to spend a half-hour, slowly ci...