In 2007 I started raising chickens when my mother's cousin retired from the farm. 25 homeless chickens needed a place to nest...so to my ranch they came. The experience has been a life changer! Who could have known that these feathered friends could be the stress reliever that they are! I am embarrassed to say how much of my free time is spent on my "chicken chair" as my husband calls it, sitting at the coop being entertained by my chickens! I do love them! A word to the wise though...for those of you who are at that "not so gymnastically inclined age" that I am at....Don't do your chicken chores in the dark, when you live on a hill, during a rainstorm. The story never ends well! After a long and muddy crawl back to the house and over to a phone to have my dad bring me crutches from his farm...I "nest"led in for the night. Next morning a trip to the hospital bought me 8 weeks in a cast for my broken leg. The worst part was not being quite so able to toodle out there to spend time with my cluckers. A have a great son who took care of them until I could limp out there again! That being said, I never held it against my fluffy friends, and I now enjoy them anytime I want....albeit with a slight limp still! I hope that you all find the joy in your chickens that I do.