It started quite some time ago when I was in junior high. Mom was always putting us into extra classes after school to squeeze just that much more knowledge into our little heads. One of these was titled "Chicken and the Egg." So after six weeks of learning about egg development, going to the local bird farm to pick out our eggs (I chose a green one and a funny long skinny brown one), incubating them, and weathering the devastating loss of all but four chicks at pip . . . nobody else in the class could take the chicks. By this time my sister and I were convinced we had to have chickens. So we sweet-talked Dad into letting us take the four, promising to help him build a chicken coop.
Dad never does anything by halves, and he designed this 6'X8'X12' coop that was built like the Rock of Gibraltar. We built as fast as we could, which wasn't all that fast considering the size and strength of Dad's helpers, while the chicks grew steadily from cardboard box to guinea pig hutch. The poor things had developed a stoop by the time the coop was finally ready, but eventually learned how to stand up straight. Three of the chicks were pullets; Truffles the rooster was quietly rehomed when he began to crow, as the neighborhood CC&Rs did not allow chickens.
So we had our illicit chickens, and before long we had our first really good eggs, and that was definitely it, the chickens were there to stay. The next year we added a few more chicks from the feed store. We discovered how useful they were for tilling the garden. I discovered how much work it can be to muck out a chicken coop, and also that a 60-pound dog can eat her weight in the chicken manure you just finished spreading on the garden. But all in all it was the most fun ever. Chicken Little, one of our firsts, lived to be thirteen years old, and was a joy and a delightful pet. All in all the Chicken Project lasted about fifteen years.
Fast-forward <ain't tellin'> number of years. When I met my husband-to-be, chickens were part of the pre-nuptial disclosures. I don't think he had any idea just how many birds we were going to end up with, though! Currently we're at over fifty chickens, and seven peafowl. Loving every minute!