I have utterly and completely been bitten by the chicken bug. I can't say that I'm sorry. My name is Tracey, I am married to a marvelously understanding husband who just goes with my "crazy hippie ways". I think it's rubbing off too. I have a teenage daughter, a toddler son, and one who will "hatch" in late June because yes we have crazy on us like plaid on a Scotsman! There are days when I want to sell them on ebay, but they are few and far between. My dad is a homesteader and so I grew up (on the weekends at least) with no electricity in a log cabin that he built himself when I was in the second grade. it was great! He's quite the gardener and has a small farmette which includes chickens most years. I'm not sure when the chicken bug really took hold for me, I think it sort of was there all along, but was helped along by chance encounters and my reading "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" last year. Unfortunately, as we live on a tiny spit of land in a wee little township some of my bigger homesteading dreams have had to be put on the back burner, but we certainly have plenty of room in ye ol back yard for a good sized chicken tractor. So this spring, that's the plan. As soon as dear old Uncle Sam relinquishes our refund my hubby is going to build me an a-frame chicken tractor and we will be purchasing 6 Buff Orpingtons and a couple of Silkie Bantams (purely for snuggling purposes). Man I can't wait! I dream about chickens lately! My teenage daughter is excited, and the toddler loves all kinds of animals. The hubby just rolls his eyes at our chicken fever.