Getting my flock was pretty awesome. Picking up a warm egg from a nest for the first time was magical. Hearing my Rooster crow for the first time was beautiful. But today I hand fed a sick hen. She sat pitifully in my lap while I coaxed a mash into her beak. That's when I realized I am crazy about chickens. I love them! They are such amazing, gentle little creatures, and they give us eggs and hours of entertainment and I am totally crazy about them. I know most of you have probably had to feed a sickie, and maybe it's weird for me to go all misty-eyed over something like this, but it was just such an incredible realization. I am so honored to be a care-taker of these wonderful critters. Has anyone else ever had this moment of clarity where you leave the rest of the world and join the ranks of chicken lover?