After copious amount of googling chicken related things and having it almost always lead to BYC, I figured I better join. I have.... no chickens. Kinda. My boyfriend has 3 white Leghorns and I look after them while he's at work, so they're kind of sort of mine too I'm from Australia, Western suburbs (bogan represent, yo) of Sydney. What's that? You want to hear the story of how he got some chookies? Well, okay, since you insist.... One morning, just over 3 months ago, I woke up and opened my curtains and gazed out sleepily into BF's backyard (we live next door to each other).... There's something white there.... That's not a cat.... That's not a Dove.... Grabbing my mobile I raced outside and phoned him up, waking him, and saying somewhat frantically "There's a chicken in your backyard". He replied with a sleepy "huh?", "a chicken, a white chicken! In your yard!" "what? huh? okay, going to look, *few minutes later* That's a chicken alright". After A LOT of messing around and calling up various places who were of no help, I asked some friends on facebook and from there we were given contact information for NSW Hen Rescue. Then it turns out that little chookie belongs to his neighbours! They had only had her for a couple of days and their other 3 Isa Browns were picking on her, so being a sensible girl she thought "blow this" and jumped the fence into BF's yard. After hanging out in the yard for a couple of hours, she had worked her magic on my BF who was very taken with her and wanted to keep her. When the neighbour popped over to collect her, I asked if he could keep her, neighbour went back and conferred with husband and decided that she could stay! YAY! A frantic rush to Petbarn for for straw and food, then Bunnings for a coop, then assembling it in the dark, then realising she wanted to spend the night anywhere but the coop.... ANYWAY. After already contacting Hen Rescue, once it was decided she could stay, the next step was obviously to adopt a couple of friends for her. A couple of days later 2 more white Leghorns arrived, being ex-battery hens, they weren't in awesome shape, but a lot better than some. Fast forward 3 months and we've got 3 lovely girls who are way more awesome than I ever expected chickens to be. Their names are Ellen, Kerri-Anne and Oprah (fence-jumping girl).