Chickens are the oddest creatures, and I enjoy the way they pop up here and there, as if they know what they are doing. And maybe they do. Chickens require the least care and are the least interested in humans of my animals. They come running when Annie or I appear, because they might get some corn or grain, but otherwise metholdically peck their way around the farm. This one loves to hop up on the Kubota and check out the view.