I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
This arrived today and I couldn't wait; I've been curious to read it since I first read about it pre-publication.
Sadly, it was not quite what I expected.
Almost though. The author does discuss what chickens are trying to communicate, and she covers a fair amount of anatomical/behavioural information about chooks (Aussie slang), but she's coming from an enthusiast's perspective, not a scientist's. This is totally ok, but I was hoping for something a tad more in-depth and research based; this is more a 'chickens are wonderful and grossly underestimated' tome. (She's right - they're hilarious individualists, and anyone who keeps one for more than 10 minutes will never underestimate them again.)
In spite of it not measuring up to my expectations, it's a lovely book overall and I did learn quite a bit more about chickens. Turns out, I have 3 of the closest living relatives to T. Rex living in my back garden. How cool is that?