Chickens love apples. They love most any fruit. They will eagerly go for any bit of apple I drop on the ground.
What is odd is that up above them, in plain view, and chickens have excellent eyesight, are apples galore. Surely they can see them. They can spot a hawk when it is still a spec in the sky. The apples are not out of reach. A chicken can easily hop onto any of the lower branches of an apple tree. It wouldn’t take much effort to hop up and peck at an apple, but they never do.
It makes me wonder how many things are within easy reach, only I never reach up to get them, and like a chicken, wait for someone or something to drop bits down to pick up.