Chicken Whisperer?

My son loves his chickens. I mean, really loves them. Each morning, before school, he goes out to feed them and let them out of their coop. He makes sure each one is picked up, cuddled, and stroked. In the afternoon he repeats the process.

Today, when he arrived home from school, three of the hens were outside their fenced yard. He came into the house after finishing his chores and reported to me: "Mom, three of the chickens were out. They're safe now, but when I got there they were wandering outside the fence. I put them back and then we all sat down and had a talk about leaving the yard."

I think I have a chicken whisperer in the making.