Dear Abby:
I have a problem. My husband and friend and I are going to a goat potluck this weekend (not the problem yet, but might become one eventually), but we can't stay up there for more than a few hours because we have to go home to our 6 regular chickens and 24 CHICKS IN THREE COOPS. How did that happen. I would say that it will get better, but for some reason I think the odds aren't good on that. There are these little wheaten and OE and EE (and one Welsummer) guys I recently picked up that are supposed to be emotionally distant, but are not, and they make cooing noises as they sit on my shoulder, on my hand, in my lap, and who attempt to sit on my head as I'm watching T.V. I have been forced to start naming them, which is bad, as I'm pretty sure two are definitely going to have male names.
What do I do?
Sincerely,
Beginning-to-be-Overrun
P.S. Abbey - do you know anyone who knows fencing? I still might be able to work my way down to 12 if I can get a fence built at my Mom's...suggestions welcome.
x2 
You really need to write a book.
X3... Have you read the "biggest little rooster" and "the stories of ms chickendad" on BYC here? (Great reads if you haven't I suggest you do!) You could SO do the same thing and publish some childrens books!
