I barely tolerated my grandmother's chickens. They pooped all over and ate *ugh* bugs. Mom would get chickens periodically, but they ALL were in the freezer within hours of arriving at our house.
When we bought "the family ranch", I thought it might be nice to have 5 hens and a rooster for a few eggs. My youngest boy used to say he "only like brown-shelled eggs, not white-shelled". Having so little experience with chickens myself, I felt it would be necessary to start slow. I think I made it about 6 weeks before I started adding on!
They became my therapy during my FIL's illness and death, and again when my oldest son was assaulted and left for dead. I've come to the decision that as long as I have a place for them to live, I will always have chickens. I have my favorites, and they know who they are. Even use that to their advantage! LOL
And, if I can fool my wiser-than-I-am DH, I'll add a couple ducks, some goats, a mule, a donkey, a, a, a, a, a, .................hmmmmmm.............anybody know a secret for that?? LOL