Dad bought my first chickens in September 1979. I remember that day very well. He brought the Ameraucana chickens home the very day that Hurricane David hit North Carolina. He put some chicken wire around an old swingset and put the birds in it. David swung up through South Carolina and into North Carolina's foothills. We had 6 very wet, very ruffled chickens after the storm passed. Dad then built a sturdier coop for them, but for several weeks the birds tended to congregate at the end of the run closest to the old swingset. I wanted my children to have the same great experience with chickens