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 that I had as a child, so Mitzi and I set about researching the laws on the keeping of livestock inside the town limits. That experience prompted me to write "Keeping the Letter of the Law" or "How Two City Slickers Got Chickens Inside the Town Limits". I started Catawba ConvertiCoops when I received many requests for coops and plans by people walking or driving past my house. It was just like in that Golden Feeding Trough commercial, where the little flying chef goes around bonking people with a cast iron frying pan. God can only smack you over the head so many times before an idea starts to sink in. *BONG!*