For the longest time, I continued to say I do NOT like chickens: I do not like them in the house, They are dirty and full of louse I do not like them in the coop, I do not like how much they poop I do not like them chasing me. I get scared and start to flee. I do not like the pointy beaks that pecks and bites my toes and feet. I do not like them, BYC, chickens are not liked by me: You do not like them. So you say. Stay with us, we'll guide the way and you WILL like chickens one day Say! I DO like chickens, BYC I think you've shown the light to me I like their little fuzzy butts, their little peeps are just too much I like them running when I call Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall I like them running through my yard Their pecks and bites are not that hard Collecting eggs is quite a treat, So is chickens at my feet I like their silly little antics. When they are hurt I do get frantic I like all their personality You've got another addict in me! I DO so like chickens, you see Thank you, Thank you, BYC Thank you- To everyone who has answered any of my questions, or read one of my posts. Thank you all for just being there, for myself and others. Thank you to everyone who has been keeping up with my chicken story, and encouraging me to continue it. Thanks Nifty, for keeping this forum up and running, and improving.