What do Steampunk and chickens have in common?

About fifteen years ago, a little red hen walked into our garden and began to lay her eggs in a clump of periwinkle against the fence. So my husband built a coop, and then we rescued a chick from the animal shelter to keep her company, and then people started stopping us in the street to ask us to take their birds, and one day I came out on the porch to find a cardboard box containing a black hen … in short, I rescue chickens.