My husband calls my chickens my therapy. A couple of years ago I was getting over a medical problem and the chickens kept my mind on them most of the time. They were so much fun to watch.
My first "batch" of chickens were 2 Plymouth Rock (1 turned out to be a rooster), 2 RIR, 4 Americaunas (1 was a rooster). The Am. rooster was beautiful and very protective of his hens. He took a dislike to our grandson. After he chased our grandson through our orchard we gave him (the chicken) away to a neighbor. The other rooster had to be dispatched when he threatened me. I say I could eat one of them, but so far haven't. I have a little chicken graveyard going.