I got my first flock of chickens from a guy about 8 miles away. He had everything. Chickens, guineas, turkeys, you name it. I bought like 24 hens and a rooster from him. They were grown and laying, and I paid him $5 bucks a piece. He gathered them up with a net, and we stuffed them into boxes, and drove them home to their new coop. One died a week later and he replaced it, no charge. It took them about two weeks to acclimate to their new surroundings and start laying again. Before I knew it, I had eggs coming out of my ears. Fortunately, I worked in a restaurant and was able to sell the extras to the locals who absolutely begged for them. One day at the grocery store, I ran into "Pops" the little old man who sold me the birds. He asked how they were getting along, and if any more had died. I told them they were doing great, and all were still alive. He then asked, you're not eating them though, right? I told him no way. Well, not really. I mean a leg here, and a wing there... You should have seen his face!