Last 3 I had would come into the coop to eat and drink while the flock was outside having their morning scratch and I was cleaning..I don't watch them or talk to them
....I sang to them - ala David Bowie by Mott the Hoople chorus:
All the young duuuudes,
soon to be steeeew,
on the grill too-ooo,
all the young duuuudes.
..and a silent 'prayer' of thanks just prior to the big slit.