I just have a quick story to share with everyone. April 10th I got my chicks, and lame brain me, I forget to find out what I have. When I ordered, I didn't know what I was doing so I told the guy that I wanted 20 for meat and 20 for eggs. So I emailed the hatchery to see if they could look back and let me know, and guess what, no help! I guess they figure once they're out the door its not their problem anymore. So I'm pretty much guessing that I have white cornish rock (21 with white feathers and huge orange feet, 4 toed) and Americaunas? (one chipmunk looking chick, lots of brown and black, looks like its wearing eye liner with orange feet, 4 toed and the other 20 have brownish/red and white feathers, orange feet, 4 toed. Now all my nonchicken raising friends think that I'm crazy and one even asked me how do you keep their names straight. I couldn't help myself, I just smiled and pointed at one of my cornish rocks and said that one's dinner, that one's supper, that one's fried, etc.... I wish you could have seen the look on her face! I told her, "So you see, it doesn't really matter if I mix the names up they are all going to end up in the same place anyway!" I guess this is just my way of distancing myself emotionally from them, so when it comes time to butcher it doesn't hurt so much. My kids are really good about it to, when we're holding the chicks my daughter will comment about how we're going to eat fatty first because she's huge!