From the time I was 10 and my mom married my stepdad until we got out of it when I was in my teens we always had chickens. Eggs in the bator, chicks in the dining room and garage and eventually out into the coop. Last year the daughter of a friend who raises chickens started giving me her roosters to feed my dogs. I butchered close to 8 roosters and one day she gave me 3 of them. I didn't have time to butcher them so they stayed in a pen in my shed. 5 days later they had names and my husband and I were building a coop in the yard.
I still have those 3 roosters although now that they are older 1 or 2 will have to go. One because he is getting beat up by the roosters AND the hens, and the other who is just to big for my hens.
I have 7 babies in the brooder right now and eggs on the way to set next week. I have gotten back into chickens with a vengeance and am trying to figure out why I ever got out of them in the first place!