When (and if) the Chef and I get to have our compound in the hill country,
tinywarrior is allowed to have all the chickens she wants there. She calls them, "Friendship Chickens™" which is the best phrase in the history of friendship.
Chickens like this:
(Abominable SnowChicken!)
and this,
but never EVER like this:
genetically-mutated featherless chicken from hell.
p.s.: The chickens will only be loved and relieved of their eggs. NO ROOSTERS! Also, if the Chef ever eyeballs them in a carniverous fashion, there will be words. Harsh words of defense.