They have me wrapped around their little fingers. (chicken fingers). Anyway, I can see them from my kitchen window and they pace the fence waiting...waiting...waiting for me to bring them something. If I don't make it out to the run by noon I'm feeling really guilty. They have feed, but it's just not good enough. They always wear me down and I end up making oatmeal or slicing up veggies and fruit. My dh doesn't even have it that good.