I grew up with a lot of chickens. They weren't really special, just plain ol' chickens. My dad made me take care of them. I hated it. Smelly dumb animals, after a while they got too old to lay eggs or be butchered so we just kinda kept them alive for the sake of it.

We had two ducks in the mix. One of them didn't last long. The other one lived from like, 1997 until just last year. Her name was Quackies. She was a cute little mallard.

My parents have a small garden pond at their house that houses some HUGE goldfish and has various frogs come and go during the warm months. I think the most I counted was like, 10 just chillin' by the pond one day. Cute! We also once had a bullfrog sit around our old pond that ate a bird. We know he ate a bird because he had feathers and the feet sticking out of his mouth. Wut.

Currently my parents just have my fat cat and sometimes on the weekends a little booger named Jacob.