My in-laws get at least three eggs a day from their four backyard chickens.
Sweetie, the friendliest, tolerates being picked up and held by strangers - as long as there are dried mealworms in play.
However, she'll sit quietly for Marion, the chicken whisperer.
Sugar, the smallest, got a bath and was, as you might well imagine, madder than a wet hen. (Note chicken soap dispenser in background.)