Since we got our chickens about two years ago, my family has acted like I was COMPLETELY nuts. Like who in the heck has chickens running around their backyard???? Well just last week, my dad was over and of course the girls greeted him at his car. When he came in he said, "well, your grandfather would have been proud." I said, "of what?" And then he proceeded to tell me that his dad raised chickens and ducks in their backyard in the city the whole time he was growing up. It was kind of a bittersweet revelation though. His dad wasn't always the nicest guy, and he and my aunt said they were always little embarrassed about the condition of their home compared to those of their neighbors. But it's also interesting to think that poultry-love might be hereditary. Who knew?