Inside TrackRobert Kraft’s football team laid an egg down in New Orleans earlier this week – and now the New England Patriots pooh-bah wants to keep chickens in his Brookline backyard! The Krafts’ caretaker Rodney Buttry appeared at a recent Brookline Health Department meeting to petition the town to allow a dozen barnyard biddies to take up residence at the Krafts’ Chestnut Hill homestead. The birds would be relocated from Casa Kraft on the Cape. Word is, Robert and Myra’s grandkids are big fans of the fowl and enjoy the whole back-to-nature experience. Not to mention the tasty eggs….  Health Department Director Dr. Alan Balsam… told the Track. “I don’t want roosters, and the chickens should be limited to 12. Most importantly, I would like to see a rodent-control plan and would like to know how they are going to compost the chicken feces.” Ew. Which leads us to the Krafts’ neighbors, one of whom is clucking about potential noise and smell as well as the wild animals the chickens might attract. “As an elderly resident, I am concerned for our health, welfare and safety as well as that of our small dog,” wrote Robert Usen… Apparently, chicken-keeping is a new celebrity rage. The Krafts’ pal Donald Trump is rumored to keep poultry on his spread in Bedford, N.Y. And, of course, The Donald’s Bedford neighbor, Martha Stewart, is always squawking about her flock, and “Desperate Housewives” gal Felicity Huffman’s kids get a kick out of their coopful.

One thing I definitely did not expect when I woke up the morning was to read that Robert Kraft wants a chicken coop out behind his mansion.  I mean, if you’d said something more befitting a man of his stature like say, a white rhino or some kangaroos or a liger, that would make sense to me.  But if all the celebrities are doing it, who am I to argue.  As F. Scott Fitzgerald said, “The very rich are different from you and me.”  But as far as the rest of the garden-variety, non-famous wealthy nobodies on Chestnut Hill, back the F- off.  Mr. Kraft is a singular man of vision.  A true genius who’s made life better for us all and he deserves whatever he wants.  If the man who turned the laughingstock of all professional sports franchises into an internationally celebrated dynasty, and who turned a harness race track parking lot into a sports and entertainment mecca, all the while bringing the world the iconic, fashion-forward blue-shirt-white collar look wants to keep chickens around like his family is a Survivor tribe, you let him.  We owe him at least that much.