My friends think i have totally lost my mind. After racing dirt stock cars for over 15 years and owning my own auto shop for over 10 yrs they are taken back by the thought that i started doing somthing sooo girley like.
Im still a manley man. I just enjoy my chickens. Then i try not to mention that my girlfriend and i have built a greenhouse and started about 500 flowers. The shock of my vegitable garden last year was just too much for them. I just try and break it to them slowley.
My hubby gently teases me about "the farm" and family and friends call us "the petting zoo". I also have a kitchen decked out in chicken/rooster stuff because apparently if you HAVE chickens then that means you must want everything that has a chicken painted on it?
My friends and family call me chicken george. What can I say though I am a forty year old man who might just punch another dude in the face for the fun of it but baby chicks turn me in to a puddle of goo. hahahaha... Raising chickens successfully is honestly the first thing I have ever loved doing and havent ever gotten tired of it. My dream job would be to be rich enough to have a business raising pullets to sell. An endless supply of baby chicks!!!!