In my old age, I have this urge to raise chickens, I watched Martha Stewart one time and her TV program was all about her chickens and the different breeds. She bought them from a place that shipped them to her, some chickens have different color eggs, some lay a light blue egg, some brown, and I am not sure if there were any other colors. Some chickens lay bigger eggs than others, some of the eggs looked a little on the small side. When I buy eggs at the market, I like the extra large size, because the yolk is my favorite, I would love to buy double yokes, but I haven't been able to find any for sale in my area. I knew the yolk is not suppose to be best for you, but I don't like the white, no flavor, I don't even like the feel of the white in my mouth. So I mostly make scrambled eggs, if I fry eggs, I cut off as much white as i can. I can't tell you where or when I first got this feeling, but I also don't like the feeling of raw onions in my mouth, cooked is fine, but no raw onions. Anyway on to chickens, Martha built her own chicken coop, she poured concrete even had a little wall up the sides, maybe two feet, this was so predators couldn't dig in under the coop, than covered the bottom with a foot of dirt of some kind, than put a light gravel on top. For the sides she had some kind of wire, don't know if it was chicken wire ?? but this is the part I really liked, she planted climbing roses around the bottom, the rose plants grew up the outside and onto the wire, she said when they were in bloom, it was beautiful, no ugly chicken coop for her chickens !!!! I remember playing jacks in the summer, the sidewalks were still warm from the summer sun, we would sit out there and play jacks till our mom's called us in. Do you remember playing pigs in a blanket, you cupped your one hand, leaving a small opening, and than bounced the ball, scooting the jacks in the cupped hand, of course there were the one's, you could only put one jack in, than it went on to two's, and all the way up to (was it ten or was it twelve jacks) ??? I loved playing jacks with my best friend, she lived right next store to me. Her mother was so good to me, she made matching dresses for her daughter and me. One year she made us matching Easter dresses for the two of us, they were so pretty, she also bought me shoes they were the same, she was so good to me. The day they moved away I cried, I missed Fay and her mother for the longest time, I lost track of them, her mother remarried, and I never heard from them again. If they only knew what their kindness meant to me, I won't say my mother didn't love me, but my mother was different, she wasn't playful, or ever got deeply involved in my life, as long as I didn't get in trouble, I could more or less do what I wanted. In the summer, I could leave the house early, go down the street to a ladies house, she was in her seventies, I would help her dust her furniture, she would make tea for us, and we would have cookies or little cakes, than I would go over to the Goat ladies house and spend hours playing with her two goats, she would milk the goats and tell me stories about her youth, she came from Oklahoma, they discovered oil on their property, her son moved to California, so they moved her here too. I don't think her son lived very close to her, she was a bit strange, but once in a while I would see this big car show up at her house, after she would tell me her son had come to visit her. I don't think she had one friend on our street, my grandmother would have nothing to do with her, she kept a dirty house, she let the goats in her house when it rained, a abomination to my grandmother. The house was pretty bad, but the women was so interesting to me, she was so different to me, she didn't care what anyone thought of her, she lived like she wanted. She rented out rooms in her house, she even made her garages into living quarters, and rented them out too. One day they moved this small trailer in her back yard, a old man lived in it, he was a movie star form silent films, he played mostly in western films, he was pretty badly crippled up, he said from falling off horses. He was so nice to me, I think he was lonely as much as I was, after my best friend moved away. He was a kind sweet old man, he never tried to get funny with any of us kids, that was another person I thought was so interesting, so different, but had the time to tell me stories about the movies he had made My granddaughter is here and were going out to do a little fun shopping, so get back to you guys later!! Sully, in Sunny California