Just thought I would share this adventure, as I think there may be a couple people out there that would like to follow it..... Preface: I live in Oregon. My family is from the Pacific Northwest (PNW). My mom had a pet duck as a kid. I didnt. We are not "Chicken people". No one I know or knew growing up has/had chickens. Chicken and eggs were things you bought from the store. My family (DH, myself, the child and the menagerie) are not Chicken people or chickens in the case of the menagerie! I must remember, NOT Chicken people! The beginning.... 12 years ago-The child wants a duck. She talks about it all the time. She asks for one for her birthday, Christmas, Easter...she wants a duck. No duck. 3 years ago- The child wants a chicken. She wants a Frizzle chicken. REALLY bad! At every opportunity she brings up a Frizzle chicken. Just one! She says she will take care of it. Been there done that. NO chicken! She does research and knows of "good" breeds. And talks about things like "docile" and "handles captivity well".....WHAT? She keeps talking about a Frizzle chicken, sliding it into conversations, bringing it up to Grandma, showing Grandma Frizzle chickens on the computer..... 2 years ago- The child grabs my hand..."Com' ere mom!" and drags me across the store. "LOOK"....chicks...."arent they cute?" Grandma happened to be with us. We come home with 7 little chicks. Build a house, put up a run. The chicks grow up(a lot faster than the child, Thank God!) The chickens free range most days...and lay eggs, and more eggs.... 1 year ago- I open the fridge to get milk for my cereal. The fridge is crammed with egg cartons...probably 6-7 18 ct cartons.....ok, maybe it was only 3 cartons. Where's the milk? DH says he is going to sell eggs. He does. I open the fridge, I need three eggs for my cake. None. NO eggs?!?!? I guess he is really selling eggs.