- Mar 22, 2011
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Hi, my name is Mary, and I'm an addict.
I'm addicted to chickens.
I don't actually have any chickens.
I really, really want some, though.
I have a fancy coop getting delivered, because after thinking about it for two years, I finally admitted I would never get around to building one myself (at least the first time).
Now I am just trying to decide about chickens.
Hubby wants adult layers. Me, I'm dying to raise up a handful of peeps. I have three kids to help. Hubby has to be on board, though, because the kids and I travel a lot (as homeschoolers) and leave him home to look after the pets.
So it should all be decided in a few days, and we should be up and running in a few weeks.
I asked my four-year-old this morning: "Guess what I dreamed about last night."
She knew: "Chickens"
I'm addicted to chickens.
I don't actually have any chickens.
I really, really want some, though.
I have a fancy coop getting delivered, because after thinking about it for two years, I finally admitted I would never get around to building one myself (at least the first time).
Now I am just trying to decide about chickens.
Hubby wants adult layers. Me, I'm dying to raise up a handful of peeps. I have three kids to help. Hubby has to be on board, though, because the kids and I travel a lot (as homeschoolers) and leave him home to look after the pets.
So it should all be decided in a few days, and we should be up and running in a few weeks.
I asked my four-year-old this morning: "Guess what I dreamed about last night."
She knew: "Chickens"
