Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE Easter Eggers. My dad has some and they are some of my favorites. But doesn't it just bother you when people call their ee's "Ameraucanas" or "Araucana". Some people in ffa at my school even call them "Anacondas". Nearly every chicken in the school's chicken coop is an ee, but everyone thinks they are purbred. They got them from the feed store. Some kids I talked to even are going to start breeding programs for their ee hens. I didn't even know that you could show ee's at the county fair, but everyone did and they registered them in as Ameraucanas (I think). Most (if not all) of the ee's didn't make auction and went to live on my teacher's uncle's farm. And its not just the ee's that every one at my school gets confused with. Once this girl came and showed me her fully-grown golden laced wyandotte hen and told me it was a polish. "I don't think that's a polish," I politely told her. "Yes it is. It just hasn't grown in the feathers on its head yet," she said. "Oh, ok." I said (I didn't want to be a know-it-all). Yeah, we are real city slickers where I live. Another girl came to my teacher asking for chicken food for her pet silkies that she recently bought from another student, because she 'ran out of food and they haven't been fed for three days'. I don't know what ever happened to those silkies, but they were being fed bread and water the last I know of. Now that I think back, I should have done something, like offer to buy her silkies from her, because I know they were not being treated right. Those poor silkies... My school bought about thirty chicks for the ffa students to show at the fair and they were going to pull sticks, so everyone wouldn't fight over the same chick, but that girl (the one who had the silkies) said that she was going to kill her chick if she didn't end up with the one she wanted, and she was actually naming off all these inhumane, cruel, slow-dying ways in which she was going to kill it. I told her she should just give the chick to someone else if she didn't want it and that it was cruel and just plain dumb to kill it like that, but she insisted that is what she was going to do if she got a chick she didn't want. Thank goodness she got "her" chick (after practically fighting the girl that was supposed to have it). Ok, thanks for listening. This rant was just supposed to be about ee's, but it turned out being about my experience with my school's ffa.