With chickens I mean? I talk chickens, dream of chickens, love my chickens. My hubby, eh, not so much. He grew up on a small family farm and had to do chicken (and cow, and pig) stuff all his childhood. He doesn't see the joy in it other than fresh eggs. He does remark on the advnacements on my coop cmpared to his parents. (Like DLM, or hanging waterers....) He puts up with it, grumbles a bit when the hens don't produce as much as they are eating, supports me, but not loves it. So, is your chicken love multiplied in your home?