Hi. I'm here because I've been told in many different ways that I have issues. At first, it was comments like, "Crazy chicken lady" and "Fowl Mouth" by my immediate family members. I just said... Nah, they just don't understand because they don't have chickens.
So I tried so hard not to talk about my chickens to non-chicken owners. I kept to my forums and fellow chicken lover friends, but it wasn't enough. I had to share pictures of my girls growing up. Sure, I got eye rollings and that ever so sarcastic, "Yeah, great..."
Then about two weeks ago it started to get bad... I mean real bad. I started thinking about the Spring and possibly getting more. Oh no, I thought. This is that "chicken math" my fellow chicken enthusiasts warned me about. I promised my husband I wouldn't want more. That I couldn't handle more. So, I thought, just three... ok, four more-- but that doesn't feel like enough! I've been obsessed about the next breed I'm going to get.
Then I saw her... the beautiful BCM! Yes, I thought. At least one will be a Black Copper Marans. I did a little research with a fellow BCM lover thinking, we'll just get her from a farm or at the very least a hatchery... easy! Nope! Fat chance. Not if I want a true BCM I won't. So, do you think this helps my possible addiction much??? Nope, it's quite the enabler. The researching, googling, and emailing endlessly.
Laundry is piling up, the flies are circling the dishes in the sink, and my carpets haven't seen a vacuum in days. The only thing getting my attention besides the computer are my beautiful girls. Not my daughters, my chickens. My husband said if I don't start paying some attention to him he's going to run electricity and internet to the coop and move in with the chickens, and maybe just maybe he'll be able to see more of me that way. He was being a smart a$$... I thought it was brilliant!
Even after all this I really didn't think I had a problem. After all, anyone interested in anything will do their due diligence in research before getting it, and its not like I talk about my chickens to strangers! At least I didn't think I did. Then, at work today, a patient of mine came in (whom I only recognized because he signed in)... I look up after calling his name, he approaches the window and says, "Hey there Chicken Lady!"
So here I am, and I have a chicken addiction.
