 And finally there's Forks, the little naked neck. He's the most adventurous of the bunch. I feel like he's desperate to get out. He sits on the radio and stares out the window. Okay, that's good. Letting them go outside means, in effect, my broiler business has gone from an intensive indoor system, in my study, to a tiny free-range one. My chickens can scratch about my small garden in the sunshine, eating bugs and grass, and being a bit more chickeny. I feel good about that, even though, eventually, I'm planning to eat them.