I share a house and garden in Devon with people, cats and chickens. There were bees but they swarmed flew away.
The chickens play their part because they are easy to write about:
They chase cats, sunbathe, dig holes, peck your feet, ask to be picked up and fight over scraps in ways that make you laugh. Then you might feel guilty, in case the fight was a bit like cock fighting and you should not have enjoyed it.
The garden plays its part because it changes every day, so there is plenty to say about that.
