As soon as I walk outside and even indirectly head towards the chicken yard, I have a group of followers. When they see me put the bag of chicken feed in my wagon, they are completely underfoot. Doesn’t even matter if they still have half a bin of feed in there. I bring the feeder out, and pop the lid off, and all bets are off. Today they decided to make my job especially hard by taking turns jumping inside the feeder. I guess the feed tasted better in there or something. You would think I starve the poor things.