My story is kind of long, but I will keep it short. It started out at my grandparents' house in Delaware visiting for spring break. I saw three wild Canadian Geese sitting on six eggs each. I got the bright idea to build an incubator, take one egg, and hatch it out myself. Let's say that didn't end well.

My dad said he wouldn't let me get a goose, but he said maybe chickens to fill that spot in my heart I was saving for my pet goose. I hopped on the computer and looked up "chickens as pets," "how to care for chickens," "breeds of chickens," and finally, "how to build a chicken coop." I put a proposal together, and after about two months of asking at timed intervals, in the JC Penny's parking lot, I asked for the last time. My mother said yes! I picked out my favorite breeds, silkies, Buff Orpingtons, and Jersey Giants, and looked forever on craigslist. However, living in the middle of nowhere, nobody has Buff Orps or JGs(I found some silkies). So I went online. Again, I did plenty of research, and found My Pet Chicken. I ordered three Orpingtons, a Jersey Giant, and on an impulse, a Polish and a Wyandotte. I ended up giving away one Orp and the Wyandotte because I didn't have the room for them. We also got four very young silkies from a breeder that lived about 2 hours away from us. We built a 10 by 7 foot coop for them and we have a large run. We also got a pair of Cayuga ducks for my younger sister, who just loves ducks.
So the answer is for pets, eggs, and they were too darn cute to not have!