We really did get chickens. We were thinking about it one Friday night and then the next Saturday at noon we had a fully established chicken hangout in our backyard with four adorable chicks cheeping and probably scared for their lives. (as well they should have been) Our kids loved them almost to death, but now they are big and can usually run right away from Charlie, who is the most enthusiastic about chicken-catching. We think they are great. Oh, and we named them Snowflake, Snow White, Pidgie, and Roberta.
