HEY! That ratbastard Larson stole my idea!
Long time ago, a friend and I worked out a genius no-effort retirement plan to run a boneless chicken ranch.
See, the chicken coop will be at the bottom of a long, sloping, grassy hill. Every day, we scoop up the birds in a bulldozer and drive them to the top of the hill. As the day progresses, the birds slowly tumble downhill, allowing them to eat lots of nice bugs and grass along the way. By nighttime, the birds have tumbled all the way back down the hill, right into their coop, along with the eggs they laid that afternoon.
Easy, peasy.
Then we smoked another bowl.