I love your avatar too, Aimee! LOL
This is going to be long, sorry.
My sojourn in the land of chicken started 4 years ago.
My son's 3rd grade class hatches chicks every year as a science project. At the end of 2 weeks they go back to the farm. All of the kids get to take a couple for a few days and tell what they did...Well, our 2, Tom Brunanaski, an EE pullet and Jerry Remy, a Leghorn cockerel, peeped and cried the first night. So I picked them up and they fell asleep on my shoulder...that was it...I was done for...had to keep em...So I went to the teacher and got the waterer and feeder and food and I took them home for good. Hubby didn't talk to me for a few days. Then I went and bought them a lovely rabbit hutch as a coop. Silent treatment for a whole week.

In August, I lost Tom to a raccoon attack. Jerry was a wreck. He cowered under the dining room table and cried and whimpered. So I went off and got a couple of friends for him. They were Slifer the Sky Dragona Light Brahma/Leghorn mix and Obelisk the Tormentor, a Leghorn. I didn't get to name them OR Tom and Jerry. Around Sept. Jerry started crowing and all hell broke loose.By the end of Sept. I was getting visited by the Health Department. I was so stressed that I wound up going into the hospital at the end of Oct. In October, I had to find a home for Jerry which wasn't easy, even though he was handraised and friendly as all get out. I was getting to the point where stuffing him in a box and running him over with the car was an alternative to him going someplace for soup. My SIL found a place in NH that would take him. That was a very sad and long 3 hours...I thought I had cried out all my tears with Tom's demise.
In November, Slifer starts crowing...aw nuts!! Now I have to have her in the house. At least my back porch is enclosed. It's one of the coldest Januarys on record and my babies got frostbite, so into the bathroom they go until the temp gets back to normal.
Skip ahead to the summer. I have learned to muzzle my chicken. Slifer is such a great big cantakerous bird, who only likes me! She's still crowing...so I wound up asking about hormones and caponizing and all that fun stuff. I get a hint about Sepia and Phytoestrogens, so I put my birdy on a female hormone regimen for a month. She's still crowing, but lays a lovely baby yellow egg. Her first and only one. I still have it in the fridge. LOL
The first winter Obelisk also started laying. I had one problem with her being eggbound, but I got such great information on how to fix her up, that we got through it fine.
She lays a nice pink egg.
My babies have gone to petshops, school for show and tell, and to Chickenstocks. They've been completely spoiled and loved.
Last summer, I lost my Slifer to bumblefoot. I cut out the bumble, but I had gotten to her too late to do much good. She crossed the bridge the same day that Tom died. To say I was hysterical was putting it mildly.
Obelisk walked around calling for her for a few days, then went on with her life.
I felt that she would be fine on her own, but in December I found Miss MoneyPenny at the NEBC show. There were four birds in the pen and Penny was getting stomped on and I couldn't just leave her there. I asked to pat her, then hold her, then she sat on my shoulder and I bought another bird. The first one I ever bought and the first one of my own that I named. LOL
Obelisk was sooo not amused. She's sort of gotten used to her now. There's a few squabbles about who has the better food in the dish even though there's two dishes for food and two dishes for water and they're both the same!
My Goddess, I really did run on...I do apologize.