Thanks for this blog. Baby chickens at the feed store are so cute this time of year, I was just wondering if I could handle a few this spring. Eggs at the grocery store just don't taste as good. But now I remember why I hate chickens. There's just nothing meaner. Guess I'll just stick with the cattle. The bull, Bill Clinton, tends to knock down fences to visit the neighbors,but so far he hasn't broken any of his girlfriend's legs. Of course, as you know, there's always tomorrow on a farm.