Chickens? I see. It would be respectful to ensure they have names of their own.

[There's something quaint about it, chickens and a horse in the middle of this city that often feels so tightly crammed together that the people and the buildings breathe as one.

Now that she thinks about it, it was a small country town that Gray was from, wasn't it? For all that she might be better off leaving behind the kind of world that held her old hometown, perhaps there's some desire for that kind of life remaining there.]

One could protect your barn...or wherever you keep the other animals. [Not in the house, surely?] When it comes to purpose, it's a practical choice.