My uncle use to tell the story of his grandmother killing a chicken for dinner when he was a boy and he couldn't eat fried chicken ever after :-) When we had a large yard in our last house I use to occasionally ask my husband if I could have chickens (or rabbits or. . . ) but you see by my sig his attitude; he won't even do dogs, just my couple cats. He dies or I divorce him, there will be dogs and chickens!