Morning from chilly, windy Ohio. I'm seven months into chickens, after two years of trying to prepare and educate myself. What I've learned? I'd been better off building a coop with all the chicken books instead of reading them. Nothing beats jumping in full and just start grubbing around in it. The birds teach me more than a book can. That said, I'm still completely ignorant. I'm a hog girl with a couple useless college degrees. Chickens? Clueless. We just stare at each other like aliens. They're fat, no one's died, I get piles of eggs and giggles; calling it a win so far. It hasn't been without a whole bunch of tears and a smidgen of bloodshed, though. Soooo, I'm crawling in here, the lowly dingbat, looking for golden nuggets of brilliance. Thanks a gazillion.