I loved your story. Living in a rural area, where my husbands family of farmers goes back 3 generations in this tiny town, homesteaded by his ancsestors 200 years ago, the culture here is pretty much set in stone. Chickens here are considered to be "poultry"...period. I, however am a city girl transplant, and I LOVE my chickens. It's fun to see my big burly husband soften his heart towards my girls. After a way too close for comfort run in with a hawk last August, he spent his Sep. building a very safe chicken "palace". So now we both are the recipients of amused and bemused smirks and chuckles from the locals, most of whom are family. So it was nice to hear of your experience. These girls mean so much more to me than providing breakfast

Thanks for sharing!