Geraldine the peahen does this very sweet thing when I call to her.
I call her name. She gives a little nod, a dip of her head, then lilts her eyes to the side and tipping her beak she looks to me out from under her lashes as if she had lashes. A tilt of her head that is a mixture of deep boredom and controlled apathy and a smile. A teenager with only a little attitude. She wants to be nice but not too much. Her knowledge oldy worldy and mossy.
Just for fun here is Geraldine as a chick with a similar look.
Of course Molly and Tahiti are completely without guile. Their piggy happiness fair and square, innocent and ingenious. Unlike Sheila who is coming up behind, her mouth ready to bite their little pigs arses for being in the way and a little too close to her bowl.
I hope you have a lovely day.