I love my backyard chickens. They've been a great addition to our family, even though they haven't started laying eggs yet. I realized I wanted to get some when my two autistic sons became enamored with the chickens my friend had on her acreage. Watching them chase those chickens was a peaceful spot in all the chaos. Suddenly, all the stress of the daily meltdowns and frustrations paled in comparison to the joy on their little faces. I love caring for the chickens as well, watching them grow, and listening to their chicken language. My sons with autism happen to be semi-verbal and sometimes also use their own language to communicate. The kids love feeding treats and petting their fluffy feathers. It's cheaper than therapy. We have a household of seven and a super-tight budget, so the eggs will be a big bonus. My hubs won't admit it, but he loves the chickens, too. I've caught him holding, talking to, and petting them when he thinks no one is watching.