Hello everyone! Yesterday evening I was just thinking back a few years about all the poultry I've owned, and how they impacted my life. Then I got to remembering my very first one - the one that got me hooked on poultry! So what was the one that got you hooked? It can be any type of bird discussed on this forum! Whether it's a duck, chicken, goose, turkey, etc! Tell us a little about them and how they impacted your life! Include a photo if you can! I'll go first as an example! Back when I was 5 years old, my best friend at the time had some ducks on their farm. Eventually they hatched out some ducklings, and I was given one! I want to say they were Khaki Campbell mix. I know the dad was a Khaki, but I can't remember the mother. Anyways, I named my new little duckling Quackers. As time went on she quickly grew attached to me, and I to her! Even as an adult, she would follow me absolutely everywhere she could. My dad had a sawmill on the property at the time, and he had these giant piles of logs that I would climb around on, and she would follow me up them too. Every morning I'd wake up bright and early and take her out to get her some bugs! I'd lift up stuff around the yard for her to get her treats. I spent most of my free time with her, and I don't think I could have spent my free time in a better way. When I came home from school, she would run over to me and be all happy to see me. I always looked forward to seeing her every day. She was my best friend! I hate to talk about it, but eventually I ended up accidentally killing her when I lifted up an object in the yard that was far too heavy for my little child arms to keep up, and ended up accidentally dropping it on her...In truth I still haven't gotten over that. And I just kind of imagine what other wonderful memories I would have had with her if I had been smarter and not tried lifting something so heavy just for her to get a few bugs. We buried her in the yard, right in front of our catalpa tree that is still there to this day. I'll put some flowers on her grave every week in the summer. I still miss her, even 20 years later. I kept a feather from her that I still have to this day too. But, I know her memory is worth more than just sadness. Though I'll never have another duck like that again, I'm thankful I got to have her in my life, and that she taught me how wonderful and loving a duck can be! She led me to having so many other wonderful birds throughout my life, and I'm truly grateful for that. Here's an old photo of little me with my Quackers! Now it's your turn! Let's hear the story of the one that got you hooked!