I thought we had a deal.
I provide you with grain, water, and tasty treats like apple cores, potato peelings, and garden leftovers. Rather than keeping you cooped up, I allow you to roam the pastures and investigate the barn.
In return, I want eggs.
There are 14 of you. I think it's reasonable to expect more than one egg a day.
You say it gets dark early. That it's cold. That you want to hibernate.
So do I. But I still feed you, provide you with fresh water, keep you safe from predators.
Lately, though, I've been dreaming of chicken soup.
You may want to have a meeting.
Surely you could double your production, maybe triple it.
Then, I could dream of egg drop soup.