I'm thankful to hear other people are realistic. My chix are my friends and I will do whatever it takes to keep them happy but they are just chickens. They are spoiled and it kills my husband when I come home from the grocery store with treats for them - not to mention giving them leftovers from my own plate.
Ditto.

With one exception, my OH buys them treats, chops up the peelings from the kitchen so they can eat it easily and generally loves the girls too although he blames our daft behaviour on me!
