In eighth grade, our science teacher let us each take home several baby chicks for the weekend. I would love to raises chickens and tend to them, and teach other people about where their food comes from. (I would only raise them for eggs though, I could never take the life of another creature. Afterwards they can enjoy a life that most chickens don't get to.)
I like chickens. I like eggs. I like the feeling of nurturing something that will help to nurture me and my family.