Well, here we go again having chickens. The first spring batch got eaten by a murderous raccoon and so we ordered another batch. "May they all rest in peace". This batch of Marans, Silkies & couple of misfits has made it outside & are getting nice and plump. Not that I'm eating them, I just prefer my chickens plump. It's so funny to watch them explore and spring into the air in the hopes of catching a bug or just randomly run full speed in one particular direction for no particular reason. Why do we enjoy having chickens so much? I think it may just be the simplicity of chickens that attracts us when everything else is so complicated.