If anyone remembers me, I was one of the people who went through psycho depressess-ness and swore none of the eggs would hatch. And then there were three chickens smelling up my room :3 But they had to go sometime. And my mom appearently thought three weeks was old enough (she has the nose of a dog, I swear my life on it). So we gave them to a friend from church. He used to have chickens a long while ago, so they still have a coop, lots of land, and three goats : P The chicks were stashed in the garage, until they were old enough to stay outside. Sunday, the friend notifies me that two of them were eaten. By a oppossum, if I'm right. So, I've had my share of a cryfest, and now I just want my only chickie back here, where it's illegal to have it. So it can stink up my 5x5 back yard. Even though my mom's on the Home Owners Association board. This sucks. Bad.