Each day they make a beeline for the compost. One of the chickens always goes into the "caged" compost and spends her time scratching there. The other 3 tend to stay on the older pile.
When it is time to come in I stand at their coop and call them and they come running, wings flapping and clucking because I treat them as they go in with a slice of crumbled bread. They are giving us 4 eggs a day and so much pleasure...
Nature has a way of beautifying (is that a word?) man made things, and we have a gem squash plant growing through the fence and over the compost cage...with it's bright yellow flowers it is such a gorgeous site...