I wish. When living in the country in Iowa a number of years ago, we had several different breeds of chickens, including Aracaunas. I let them out of the coop in the morning, they ran around the yard and barn all day, and I penned them up at night. I really, really enjoyed having the chickens and especially enjoyed those beautiful, rich, eggs with the almost orange yolks. One of the hens went broody and about 10 chicks hatched. Fun. (When I read Psalm 91 about hiding under the shelter of Hiis wings, I think of the little chicks hiding under momma hen's wings.) After we moved out of state and were living in the burbs, the eggs had to come from the grocery store. After seeing the pale yolks from the store eggs, one of my kids asked what was wrong with the eggs. Would love to have chickens again but at this stage of life we are in and out of town a lot, and there is no one we can rely on to care for them when we are gone. I have to settle for getting my "chick fix" every year at a local hardware store. Memories - sigh!