I don't know which is more discouraging, literature or chickens.
Attila the Hen.
Referring to British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher:
I began raising chickens primarily for their eggs, but over the years, I've also grown fond of caring for them and learning about their many different breeds and varieties.
Pride's chickens have bonny feathers, but they are an expensive brood to rear. They eat up everything, and are always lean when brought to market.
One legged chickens, I know, are the least apt to scratch a garden.
If you eat a chicken wing or a chicken tender in some parts of the country, I probably supplied it.
I like collecting chickens.
Different types of chicken come at different price points. Filets are going to be more expensive. If it's bone-in and skin-on it's going to be less expensive.
On my days off I pick up our chicken's eggs. My wife and I have five chickens called The Spice Girls. Five lovely chicks. And no, we won't be eating any of them for Christmas dinner.
You can't set a hen in one morning and have chicken salad for lunch.
I have four Rhode Island Red hens. I get two eggs from them a day. They're feathered dustbins that eat leftover food and weeds, and they're easy to look after - I throw some grain at them in the morning, take the eggs and that's it. I love the sound of clucking.