Now just a cotton pickin minute! My chickens are quite tame. I have trained them to know which pocket holds which treats. They know my left front pocket is off limits, that my right front holds chocolate and marshmallows, and that my left breast pocket is the maggot pocket. I carry rotten meat around for that express purpose.
Y'know, I always did that too! Until one day I reached into the maggot pocket instead of the chocolate. Now I'm addicted to the little squirmies.