Who knew something as simple as having a few chickens around could make you happy!! My jobs kind of tough sometimes(1:1 aid for emotionally disturbed young man). Not really the job itself, but dealing with the physiological and emotional baggage that goes along with it. You wonder sometimes how people can live with themselves after some of the things they do. My student was the target of unspeakable abuse by a man who received nothing in the way of punishment for his crime. There wasnt enough evidence and his lawyer got him off on some sort of technicality. I think about it and find it difficult to live with. I cant imagine how my boy Sam well call him, deals with it. I find the fact that he gets up each day and stands upright to be remarkable. So how does this relate to chickens? Well theyve been a bit of a therapy tool for me as of late. Sam has been having a hard time recently due to some as of yet unknown reasons. This in turn makes my days tough. I come home and the chicky whickies as I call them are often waiting with beaks poked through the fence. Sitting and having a chat with them might seem goofy, but I think it really helps. Ive been showing sam my chickens as they grow and change too. Hes seen them go from the brooder, to a wooden box , to the coop etc. He finds it all very interesting. I wish I could bring him out to the house but I guess thats one of those no-no things, which I fully understand. I took some more pictures tonight I plan to show sam in the morning. I bet hell get a kick out of them!!