I just got back from my lunch break. I always try to go see the free range chickens on one particular street in West Sac for my lunch break; I've started bringing them treats. Actually, I've been bringing them tarts for about a month now... 
Anyway, they know my car! Some of them come running down the street to get a tidbit from me. I'm terrible, I know, but I buy a McDouble from the dollar menu for them. (I eat the two pickles myself.). I feel bad when I run out, especially when I get back into my car and some of them are bold enough to come to the driver's door to look up at me with their little hopeful faces.
Certain ones get the best bits... Momma hens and their chicks get the cheesy meat bits. Growing chicks get meat bits. Pushy hens and greedy roosters get bits of bread.
This way I get my chicken "fix" during the week, as it's still dark when I leave for work and when I get home at night.
...and I am caught up again...

Anyway, they know my car! Some of them come running down the street to get a tidbit from me. I'm terrible, I know, but I buy a McDouble from the dollar menu for them. (I eat the two pickles myself.). I feel bad when I run out, especially when I get back into my car and some of them are bold enough to come to the driver's door to look up at me with their little hopeful faces.
Certain ones get the best bits... Momma hens and their chicks get the cheesy meat bits. Growing chicks get meat bits. Pushy hens and greedy roosters get bits of bread.
This way I get my chicken "fix" during the week, as it's still dark when I leave for work and when I get home at night.
...and I am caught up again...