Ha! I’m not sure which reason came first: the actual chicken or the egg! But, since I had never raised chickens before it was probably the egg; just one of those decisions you make later in life and say, “Hey, honey, now that I am retired I can help
grow our food!”
Yes, I started out, like most, for the eggs, but those darn birds grew on me (yes, even after one pecked my diamond stud earring out of my ear and
ate it.)

I think the care and nurture of the little chicks, while waiting on those eggs, makes the little boogers grow on you for sure.
Excitement grows and intensifies as the pullets prepare to lay eggs. By the time the first egg is laid most keepers are giddy beyond belief. It’s about this time that you are completely in love and start thinking about getting more, yes, getting more chickens!
I have names for all my chickens and there are several of them that enjoy sitting on my lap getting every bit of attention and loving that they can. However, I did grow up on a farm where it was normal to raise our food for slaughter, therefore, it has always been in the back of my mind that at some point, aside from the wonderful eggs, my birds would become dinner. It’s just the way I grew up.