I have come to the henhouse, I hear it's a place for chicks.

We had chickens on the farm when I was a kid. I'd help mother pluck the feathers and get them ready for the freezer. One time there was a chicken with a broken leg and I'd catch it and hold it and considered it a pet. I suppose it couldn't roost properly either and one night something got it and there were feathers strewn around the garden.

Life on the farm was full of harsh lessons.