Okay, so I was on my way to haul round bales of hay, and it just so happens that the man I bought my Seramas from was only a few miles out of the way for this trip, so I was able to swing by and do both things at once.
This haul ended up taking longer than I'd planned so I called DH and asked him if he could put the chickens back in their coop for the night, since it was getting past dark. I always get worried about my girls once the daylight is gone if they aren't snug in their coop given the number of coyotes, fox, coons, and such we have around here, plus I had our Great Dane with me in the truck, and she's the best predator dog on the place.
About 10 minutes later I get a call back from DH, and without even saying "hello" he growls, "Since when do we have 30 chickens!?"
"Uh, you must have counted some twice," I tried, explaining to him that all of the battery hens look alike (well, they would to him, anyway). He hung up on me, and then called back five minutes later. "Yeah, you're right, there's only 28!" he grumbled.
Please keep in mind that while I am talking to DH on the phone, in the back seat of my truck are the 25 new Seramas I'd picked up while getting the hay, plus 12 fertile Serama eggs.
Poor man!
Does anyone else's spouse not really have a good handle on what is in your coops? I mentioned how noisy the Seramas are (not sure if it's from settling in, or if they're always that way) but I'm gonna be busted by them, too, if they keep the volume up as they are in the main barn, where hubby goes all the time. I've gotten away with the 26 hens and two roosters without being busted so far because my layer coop is behind the main barn, and DH doesn't go back that way very often.
He doesn't complain about how many hens we have when he's giving all my eggs away to his co-workers, just when he's paying the feed bill!
Therese
This haul ended up taking longer than I'd planned so I called DH and asked him if he could put the chickens back in their coop for the night, since it was getting past dark. I always get worried about my girls once the daylight is gone if they aren't snug in their coop given the number of coyotes, fox, coons, and such we have around here, plus I had our Great Dane with me in the truck, and she's the best predator dog on the place.
About 10 minutes later I get a call back from DH, and without even saying "hello" he growls, "Since when do we have 30 chickens!?"
"Uh, you must have counted some twice," I tried, explaining to him that all of the battery hens look alike (well, they would to him, anyway). He hung up on me, and then called back five minutes later. "Yeah, you're right, there's only 28!" he grumbled.
Please keep in mind that while I am talking to DH on the phone, in the back seat of my truck are the 25 new Seramas I'd picked up while getting the hay, plus 12 fertile Serama eggs.
Poor man!
Does anyone else's spouse not really have a good handle on what is in your coops? I mentioned how noisy the Seramas are (not sure if it's from settling in, or if they're always that way) but I'm gonna be busted by them, too, if they keep the volume up as they are in the main barn, where hubby goes all the time. I've gotten away with the 26 hens and two roosters without being busted so far because my layer coop is behind the main barn, and DH doesn't go back that way very often.
He doesn't complain about how many hens we have when he's giving all my eggs away to his co-workers, just when he's paying the feed bill!
Therese
