I recently finished reading *Titan: The Life of John D. Rockefeller, Sr.* by Ron Chernow—a compelling, brilliantly researched biography of one of the most influential figures in American history. While most people know Rockefeller as the oil magnate who became the richest man in history, there was a particular detail in the book that struck a surprisingly personal chord with me.

Chernow briefly mentions that Rockefeller had *thousands* of chickens on his farm, and he genuinely loved spending time with them. He would watch them, feed them, and enjoy the quiet satisfaction of their presence with his family. That small glimpse into his personal life felt oddly relatable. In that moment, I didn’t just see Rockefeller the tycoon—I saw a man who found joy in the simple things, like watching chickens peck around in the grass.

And honestly? I get it.

There is something incredibly peaceful about watching chickens. Their curious little movements, their gentle clucks and chirps, and the way they all have unique personalities—it’s all very grounding. Feeding them becomes a meditative ritual, and in return, they gift us with nutritious, protein-rich eggs. It’s a beautiful exchange of care and value.

Chickens are often underestimated. People see them as livestock, but anyone who has raised them knows they are more than that. They are adorable, intelligent, and even affectionate creatures. They remember faces, follow you around like pets, and bring a surprising amount of joy to daily life.

Reading about Rockefeller’s love for chickens reminded me that no matter how powerful or wealthy one becomes, the heart often finds contentment in nature and simplicity. Whether it’s a billionaire oil baron in the 19th century or someone raising backyard hens today, the charm of chickens remains timeless.

So here’s to the humble chicken—cherished by titans and everyday folks alike.