This is our first set of chickens. We have 6. I find myself headed out the back door, with some of last night's leftovers in a bowl, when I get home from work, to go visit our Girls. I teach middle schoolers, so I am a little frazzled and burnt out when I get home. But then my little chickens come running up to me! They get their treats, then go about doing their chicken business as I just sit and watch and do nothing. And then I feel better, and ready to continue my day. Is this some kind of chicken therapy that I never knew about?