I had a brief few hours of nearly warm weather before the rain arrived, which I used to quickly clean out the chicken pen and fill the bird feeders. The chickens were suitably grateful. Whenever I add new straw to the coop, no matter how I scatter it, they spend an hour or so fluffing and getting it just so. I call it “rearranging the furniture” to suit their liking. Afterwards, it looks the same to me as when I was done with it, but obviously my efforts don’t meet their exacting standards. They aren’t happy with how I scatter the straw, so they have to re-do all my handiwork.
The feeder birds are less exacting. They are happy if the feeders are full, though sometimes the titmice and the chickadees toss seed out of the feeders until they get one they really like. The chickens usually hop their way up 7-8 stairs to reach the back deck. They clean up whatever the wild birds leave behind, leaving nothing for the squirrels.