What lovely memories!!! i can surely understand how the bantams have carved out a special place in your heart.....and your coop!! Childhood memories are powerful. My only childhood chicken exposure was when someone gave me a chick for Easter when I was 5. My foster mother didn't want it in the house so put it in a cardboard box in the basement. It only lived a couple days....and I was heartbroken. Guess I always have wanted a chance to do better.I have kept separate flocks of bantams and large breed chickens for several years now and I enjoy both. My affinity for bantams goes back to when my Grandpa gave me a hen with 12 chicks and a year later I had over 80. Even at six years of age, I was an early practitioner of chicken math. Some of my favorite memories are getting up before dawn and watching that first flock of bantams come off the roost from the large trees on our property. My Dad would watch with me and tell me about him having bantams when he was a boy. I'll continue to keep them as long as I have chickens as a nod to him and my Grandpa.