Hen Chronicles: Guess who got the year's first strawberries

I picked the first four strawberries of the season yesterday from a patch that's located only a few feet from our chicken coop and pen. Well aware of what I was doing, the berry-loving hens gathered at the front of the pen and squawked most pitifully, as if they had not had a snack in months, perhaps years. So instead of eating the strawberries, or carrying them back to the house, I did what any well-trained servant should do. I gave the strawberries to "the girls." Perhaps it's time to take a hard look at my priorities.