I like the College Station area . . . when you get past the aggie rabidness, the people are fun and the weather is even better. Speaking of great people . . . while my SO has to be here for the fire fighting, I'm stuck, surrounded by neighbors and a landlord who could potentially make me the saddest person on the planet by objecting to the chickens that run rampant through the yard, in full view for anyone and everyone to see, along with the noisiest rooster I have ever had . . . why on earth would anyone choose a nice apartment complex when for the same amount of money you can get a place literally falling apart, but with a YARD? I'd live in an outhouse with a yard before I'd set foot in an apartment with a porch . . . anyway, the landlord could give a flip and all the neighbors think it's ridiculously cool that I have chickens. Believe me, I left my original chickens with my grandparents for fear that certain people would be irritated with my fowl friends. After a few months of SEVERE depression and withdrawels, I gave in, assaulted the TSC hours before the arrival date of the chickens around Easter, tore up the yard to build a small coop, and am happily on the, um, twelfth? week of owning my "city" chickens . . . of which four out of twelve turned out to be hens, which is exactly the number I was hoping for. Of course, as soon as it was made clear that the backyard was fair game for renters, I dug myself some raised garden beds and my SO decided to indulge himself and put in the little koi pond he misses so much from our old place. I can't imagine what the new renters will think when we finally move . . . "What on earth did they do to this yard? Bury bodies all over it?" Actually, if that's their first thought, I'd have to worry about the state of their paranoia. I'll admit, when we first had to move here temporarily from S.A., I was thinking I'd have trouble with resenting my SO for tearing me away from the land and family I felt I so dearly needed to be happy. Obviously, that's all hogwash (well, not the family thing, but I see them regularly), and all I need are a few fresh veggies and some chickens tearing them up before I can harvest them. Oh, and of course, a VERY understanding SO who will put up with any amount of chicken mania, and who indulges me when I babble his brains out with who typed what on this forum No real point to this post, other than to let lose an intense feeling of "all's right with the world." Amazing how often you have that feeling when you own chickens. Now to find some people around here who can stand me bragging about my chickens constantly . . .