Hello All, MMMMMM poet and didn't know it.. Chickens! All over the house. Am I new to chickens? Well, maybe. Grew up in ND running around my Grandma's farm. This means I chased chickens, ducks, geese, rode the pigs, cows dumped me, didn't understand all I wanted was ride. And so the stories go. When I was about 6 I promised me that I was going to get a tractor and chickens. I did. The first chickens arrived March of this year. Housed in 17 gal tubs near my TV in the family room. Well, my tv was one tub after another. First the banties were in my lap. Then the pullets. Then the ducks. Right then and there we were about 3 degrees off plumb. Next? Chicken houses. Don't like the word coop. Then free range..Inevitably, chicken house cleaning and all that goes with it. Now at the age of 8 months all follow me around the acre. Sit in the car when I take out groceries, all the while the others have their noses in what ever I'm doing. Sit on the yard bench with me and dog, chase the cats and generally get into every thing. Therefore, yes, I'm addicted!! How do I know this? I now have 8 hens and roosters in my tv room. Left the door, on the cage,open, fell asleep and when I woke up I had a lap full of 7 week old chicks? Chickens ? sleeping on my lap.Thank goodness the rest were outside. A total of 22 birds. Breeds? Great question. Golden Comets, 3 Misskateers , Silver Wyandotte. Banties: Silver Laced Sebright, Maran, Fleur Mille d'Uccle and linked. All beauties. As for other hobbies? Who has time? Still read a lot. All about chickens. Bottom line. I am addicted and have never been in such good health. So at 77 all I can say is: Chickens will do for you something no one else or thing could ever do. Peace and happiness. More friends and people all over the yard. Need to add one more thing. I wanted my dentist to meet Miss. Cluck. So, I put a dog harness on her and took her to the back room of his office. A chicken friend worked there. I told her to say Cluck had a tooth ache and needed immediate attention as she had been running around the yard clucking and shaking her head. When he finished with his patient he took a look at her and stated, " I don't now if I can help." Little did we know he knew nothing about chickens. We milked this for all it was worth. Finally, about a half hour latter it dawned on him chickens don't have teeth. Needless to say!!!! Miss Cluck rode on my shoulder in the car. People in other cars really too a double take. Am looking forward to belonging with a great group of chicken lovers.