A very dear lady in our church had/ has lots of chickens, which she loves dearly. She adds 50 to 100 to her flock every year. We asked her if she knew where we could get some to start our flock. She told us to come on over and pick out as many as we wanted, so we did. She didn't really know how old any of them were, I don't think, but she did stop me from picking out a couple that were probably quite old. I think we got ten or 15 hens and a lovely big black rooster, who I named Elvis on the spot for his elegant appearance. The name suited him in another way, as he crowed around the clock! Lucky we have no neighbors. Some of these hens turned out to be Easter Eggers, which suited me perfectly. I'd had some years before and always liked them. This was about ten years ago.