In my case chickens.
The girls amuse me a lot, they run around and get into the field and peck and run and scratch, they give me eggs for cooking, when one gets broody there are fuzzy little puffball chicks, and there are one or two that even get rambunctious and jump over the fence to see about the quality of green on this side. (Henny Penny is the first and worst 'offender' of this, but she stays out of the cat food, and out from underfoot, so we let it go...)
Cookies? Well, that is Husband's purview.
And just so happens, those recipes generally take several eggs.
Funny how things like that work out!