Not that new a member, but posting here for the first time. I'm just this guy, you know, living in North Bend, WA on my fiancee's horse ranch. One two-year old boy, two horses here, three horses at boarding school, two barn cats, three spoiled indoor cats, and seven chickens. The coop was on the property when the Dear Fiancee purchased it and she's been keeping chickens since before she and I got involved, but I've largely taken over care and concern for the feathery folks out behind the barn; the horses are her real love. At the moment we have two survivors of one of her earlier flocks (reports are that a flock of two dozen EEs, Silician Buttercups, and Buff Brahmas was culled to three, one of each breed, over the course of a sunny afternoon with her in the garden 50 feet away) and five June '10 pullets who've started laying (x1 each Barred Rock, RIR, Black Jersey Giant, Silver-Spangled Hamburg, Silver-laced Wyandotte). I've managed to resist more chicken math than that, but I've started wishcasting my (far away) retirement, construction of a ridiculously large and over-engineered coop, and a happy old age shoving fertile eggs under broody hens while they glare at me. Chickens are dangerous. Me being a software engineer by trade, city boy by birth, and video gamer by vice, I have to say that I'm startled and not a little alarmed by these recent developments.