Yes, I have a reason. We had chickens when I was quite little, I remember liking them. I had a favorite, who turned out to be a rooster and who we had to get rid of, we gave him to a friend... I also liked ducks. Some years later, we had different ducks and different chickens (the ducks were my favorite, there's another story about us getting them...) I liked them at first and I don't know why but they became NASTY. The were all bare back from getting on each other and eating feathers, I don't know why they did that, and I had a chicken jump on my back and scratch me. The chickens I liked out of the bunch all died, except one, who the others chased. I remembered imagining I was running a jail, since the chickens were always trying to escape. I remember being quite happy when we got rid of them. For awhile I was totally against them, now I don't mind them to much and actually like some breeds, but I will never like them nearly much as I like ducks.
This is just not right...
everybody else
