Got my first couple of chickens in 1999. A pullet and cockerel, still not quite certain what their breeds were (may post pics later on) or even if they were the same breed, their coloring was quite different, though the hen was a bantam type. I'd picked up the hen and then the roo came along and kinda pecked at my hands, and we (as in my mother and I, then we convinced my pop and my older brother was kinda excited about it too) knew we had to take both of them home. They were mixed in with a bunch of other birds at a county fair petting zoo that at the time sold some animals. They no longer do that, though if they did we wouldn't buy anymore anyway, as these two were sick with some respiratory illness, we found out. The hen became a part-time house chicken and passed on in 2008, and the ironic thing is she died within twenty-four hours of the rooster, who'd also been ill (they weren't living in the same pen, so I don't know if it was really the same illness or not, none of the other chickens we had were ill).