@ChicksnMore -- Yes, yes, yes! So very true! There ARE so many wonderful breeds out there that are just perfect chickens. A perfect breed exists out there for every owner's specific needs!
In childhood I grew up in a farming/agricultural style. Some vintage photos:
c. 1946 Summer
My parents started with 5 acres of lemon/lime trees, one horse that pulled a plow and 1/2 a dozen chickens. The horse left after Pop invested in a WWII surplus Caterpiller tractor for pulling the plow. (No, I'm not actually driving the tractor!!!).
c. 1951
What soon followed were groves planted w/ common as well as exotic tropical fruit trees, avocado trees, vegetable gardens, added pens of ducks, geese, cows, sheep, goats, many barnyard cats, and a few dogs, etc. The antique stable on the property was an old stagecoach depot and the building actually had a faded vintage stagecoach and an old buckboard stored in one of the stalls. There was a very large vintage steamer trunk I discovered containing someones personal letters, paperwork, handheld eye viewer for old photos, and a complete set of medical encyclopedia volumes printed in 1912. City kids really are missing the fun of living in rural communities.
c. 1950's - stagecoach stable to the right of dog and goose
It's so nice that in some city suburbs today they have community ordinances allowing homeowners to have at least a few backyard hens. I'm too old
to live a farm style now with all its hard work but I can still enjoy a little livestock bliss in our backyard w/ a small flock of hens 
. They forage for insects, provide fertilizer for the raised garden beds, lay breakfast for us, and don't bark all night long like the neighborhood dogs do. These girls once in torpor sleep in the coop can sleep through any loud low-flying aircraft, police sirens, 4th of July skyrockets, and booming firecrackers during neighborhood holiday celebrations. No one can complain that hens disturb nighttime sleeping neighbors!
And chickens are just as sweet and cuddly as dogs or cats. "Amber" the Silkie chick nudged her way under my fingers when I was at the keyboard. She insisted on not being ignored!
In childhood I grew up in a farming/agricultural style. Some vintage photos:
c. 1946 Summer
My parents started with 5 acres of lemon/lime trees, one horse that pulled a plow and 1/2 a dozen chickens. The horse left after Pop invested in a WWII surplus Caterpiller tractor for pulling the plow. (No, I'm not actually driving the tractor!!!).
c. 1951
What soon followed were groves planted w/ common as well as exotic tropical fruit trees, avocado trees, vegetable gardens, added pens of ducks, geese, cows, sheep, goats, many barnyard cats, and a few dogs, etc. The antique stable on the property was an old stagecoach depot and the building actually had a faded vintage stagecoach and an old buckboard stored in one of the stalls. There was a very large vintage steamer trunk I discovered containing someones personal letters, paperwork, handheld eye viewer for old photos, and a complete set of medical encyclopedia volumes printed in 1912. City kids really are missing the fun of living in rural communities.
c. 1950's - stagecoach stable to the right of dog and goose
It's so nice that in some city suburbs today they have community ordinances allowing homeowners to have at least a few backyard hens. I'm too old
to live a farm style now with all its hard work but I can still enjoy a little livestock bliss in our backyard w/ a small flock of hens . They forage for insects, provide fertilizer for the raised garden beds, lay breakfast for us, and don't bark all night long like the neighborhood dogs do. These girls once in torpor sleep in the coop can sleep through any loud low-flying aircraft, police sirens, 4th of July skyrockets, and booming firecrackers during neighborhood holiday celebrations. No one can complain that hens disturb nighttime sleeping neighbors!And chickens are just as sweet and cuddly as dogs or cats. "Amber" the Silkie chick nudged her way under my fingers when I was at the keyboard. She insisted on not being ignored!
Love when Roos do that 
