The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dusty, sun-baked cattle yard sprawls out beneath a clear, pale blue sky, the air thick with the smell of dry earth and cowhide. Like, a bunch of cattle are quietly munching on some hay bales, while a small group of chickens expertly assemble a wooden fence post, somehow keeping it perfectly upright and steady despite the uneven ground. The air's pretty still, with just a faint whisper of a breeze rustling the dry grass, and umm, the chickens just keep working without even breaking a sweat.