A brother blogger mentioned the joys of finding various soil dwellers in the course of gardening (Larval Thoughts) and the joys of bribing the local birds to be your friends. Our urban farm has a flock of four lovely chickens, which we've bribed since chickhood to be our friends and give us lots of eggs.
The issue of giving the chickens free range of our entire yard is a bit of a bone of contention in our household. Resident Spouse likes to let them roam to eat fresh grass and find bugs. I don't really mind it when I'm digging out sod or otherwise clearing out the detritus because they do a wonderful job of breaking up sod clumps in their quest for worms and other goodies. I do have an issue when they tear out plantings. A slightly cavalier attitude towards this behavior on the part of said chicks lead to me having to rebuild and replant a garden bed several days in a row before the issue became a topic of household .... uh.... discussion.
The joys of chicken ownership for any gardener are multitudinous and range from having a wonderful use for lawn clippings (in the coop) to the hottest compost pile you'll ever experience. The egg shells create a calcium-rich compost that makes for lots of healthy worms to stuff a chicken full in no time flat if you let her at the bottom of the compost bin. And I have to admit to a bit of vicious pleasure in hunting down that nasty cutworm who dared damage my cucumber and tomato vines.
Lovely eggs. Those cutworms do turn into mighty fine omelets.