I have always been an animal person. When I first looked into chickens, I thought they would be more like fish. Aloof, mindless, zombies. The older they got, the more of their spirit and intelligence came out. I feel so at peace each night when I go out and sit with them while they get ready to roost. My little OEGb hens will tap me on the foot to be picked up. The wild noises coming from my hamburgs. The Dark Cornishes, growling as they get comfortable on their roosts. When eveyone is up off the floor and preening, I shut off the light and let my cat in to do some mousing while the chickens chirp their goodnights. There are very few things in this world that bring me the inner peace like watching my chickens being chickens.
If I didn't grow up on a farm, I'ld probably be a vegan and devout member of United Poultry Concerns.