It is comforting to know I am not alone in this "just gotta go watch the chickens to regain my sanity" thing! When life gets crazy and stressful, I find myself out in the backyard with my girls. They follow me around & it's sooooo cute. I love it/them. I open my back door to go outside, and they come running, flitting, and flying all from hither-and-yon, just in case the tall funny-looking chicken with no feathers (me) has brought treats yet again (more often than not, alas, they are not disappointed).
We, too, have our chicken-watching area on the patio, where we can sit with a couple of camp chairs and watch the girls forage around the yard. We can see pretty much the whole yard from there, save for the small area behind the coop, between the run and the back fence. My DH sits out there in his camp chair with popcorn and puts it up on his leg and sticks his leg out like a ramp to get them to walk up his leg. He'll lure them up onto his lap with pieces of popcorn & they'll just sit there on his lap while he hand-feeds them. (Incidentally, I've also... ahem... "caught" Mr. BigAndTough with his beard and tattoos laying on the floor playing here-kitty-kitty with a 10-week-old kitten when he thought I was in the other room on the phone, erstwhile telling me he is just not an animal person.)
I think having chickens helps us regain our sanity because when we watch them, we are reminded that life is miraculous and simple. They are so content to have a few treats, a flock of friends, a place to dustbathe, plenty of food and water, and room to roam. They do perfectly fine without text messaging, and when they "tweet" something, it has a whoooooole different meaning. Whatever the reasons they help restore us to sanity, I'm just glad they're here.