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I used to work in a museum with a chicken coop outside. There were about seven chickens at this point, two of them were large black hens and were really viscious. I wear sandles all summer and we eat on a bench outside when the weather is good - these birds took a liking to my toes and kept trying to attack them (maybe the blood red nailpolish confused them). They chased visitors on at least one occasion, and we all hated them...they would swoop down as soon as you made the slightest rustle of a packed lunch and were really quite scary!