My chicky ladies are quite particular about which fresh plants they go for. If it's something I want, like vegetables I've nurtured from seed or the strawberries or blackberries or grapes, that's what they choose. Every. Stinking. Time.
They don't eat onions or garlic but do think they make awesome pull toys.
For some reason they seem to think the squash and pumpkins don't mind their hollow leaf stalks being bent aside so they can see if their fat behinds will fit in between the stalks of corn for a nice cool dust bath. (hint - they can't)
Whatever else grows in the backyard. . . . fuggeddaboutit. Oh, except the flowers grown to attract pollinators. They like those too. But just the buds. But the grasses and steppables and such? Meh. Don't even get me started on the ducks.