Not my chickens, but the eggs were fantastic and they always enjoyed the treats we would bring from the kitchen. In fact they started coming to us when we showed looking for goodies. The Lord of the Flock stopped attacking us when he noticed we were caring for his girls. The homestead belongs to our friends who lived in the same apartment building. We were toward the edge of town here and had a big green space that Pyoter (Ruski version of Peter, byw) out to good use. We've moved to another part of town recently and don't get to see them now, but we have the memories of some beautiful people and tasty eggs. Hope you enjoy a peak across the pond.