When I was a young girl, my dad and I raised some chickens. We got them from a friend who had to cull some of his new chicks from his chicken houses. We live in the chicken capital of the US. You can't travel any where in our county without see, or smelling, long chicken houses. I remember the great pride I had in raising my small brood of chickens. I loved collecting the fresh eggs and learned what it meant to "run around like a chicken with its head cut off" when it was time to cull the brood. When my husband and I first got married, his mother had a brood of chickens and kept his in fresh eggs. She also raised geese and on rare occations, I was able to get geese eggs. These made the best cakes! So rich and smooth!