Before moving to Bahrain, we kept chickens. Yes, that’s right, chickens. No, we weren’t chicken farmers, we just had four of the feathered friends roaming our back garden. Now I have to confess, when we decided we would keep them, I, like many other people, imagined them to be overgrown sparrows, indistinguishable from each other, and of very little interest apart from providing fresh eggs every day. How little did I know. You see, chickens are the delinquents, lovable rogues, cheeky chappies (well chapesses) of the bird world. They have personalities by the bucket full, and what’s more they are curious beyond belief. My first priority was to ensure Mr…