Meg is a pistol. She follows us everywhere, and pops up everywhere. She comes into the hay barn, she follows us to the feeder, she hops on the donkeys’ back, and she hops into the feeder. She is the Hen Of Entitlement. I talked to her, and said, “Meg, chickens that are too inquisitive usually don’t live that long, as something gets them.” She pecked at my foot.