OK, this is not a story of my chickens, but rather funny stories about someone else's chickens... My brother gave me a gift certificate to a bookstore for Christmas. I finally used it today. I'm not someone who buys books - that's what the library is for - so deciding is hard. I bought this book: "Hen and the Art of Chicken Maintenance" I had taken it to the bookstore cafe to read a bit and decide if I wanted it. After just 2 pages I was sold. Here's the excerpt that sold me: Fred was a multicolored, one-eyed troubador chicken who liked a wild time and was prepared to travel to get it. He was a jungle fowl, which meant he had extravagantly curling tail feathers and plumage that was a mass of golds and greens. Fred was a male bimbo with spurs. (...) Fred's early-morning routine involved eating, fornicating furiously, then flying over the fence and scuttling off to the house down the lane, where their free-range chickens were given breakfast later in the morning. There he would have seconds, wink his liverish eye at various members of their flock, and engage in further copious shagging before hotfooting it back in time for tea with us, some post-prandial (mating) and then bed. I highly recommend the book! My sole complaint is that the hen on the cover appears to have been de-beaked.