Greetings. I don't expect anyone to actually follow this, or reply, but even so, writing it soothes my overwhelmed and uneasy thoughts. Perhaps this would be better suited for a blog, but none-the-less, here I am. Finally starting my diary of my chicken escapades (It will get shorter as I go on, I promise...). If you care to keep reading, grab a cup o' coffee, a snack, take a bathroom break, because I'm sure to bore and disappoint. In recent times (meaning in the last 2 weeks), I have become a "user". That is, a BYC user AND abuser. I browse this site more than youtube, google, or craigslist combined. And I am on those a ton. Some may call it unhealthy, others (probably the few people I consistently see in the BYC chat) would say it's "normal". Whatever the case may be, here I go. In short (obviously not), I was raised on small farm that consisted of chickens, goats, ducks, horses, cats, dogs, bunnies, and the unwelcome barn mice that comes with...well, a barn. We never had to think much about "raising chickens", we just babied them for a few weeks and threw them in with the goats. Unfortunately, only lasting a few years due to fox, coyotes, hawks, or unknown demises... Now, at the spunky irrational age of 21 and a senior, I have embarked on my new calling: to successfully raise chicks into glorious egg laying hens while in college. I will show all those people out there whoever doubted me, that Yes, peace on earth is possible when owning chickens. It is a journey not many have traveled, and I am sure to encounter many battles of my own, but I can assure you, I will win the war. At least I hope to... So here I am, challenging my inner abilities and already fighting countless arguments from my family and friends (some supportive, but maybe they're just afraid to piss a girl off when she's determined? ). The boyfriend (yes, I will marry this man), is my realistic but encouraging comrade. Thankfully, he happens to love chickens, and as long as I pay for it (ahem), he's happy to help, cuddle, play, talk to, and hold (I'm referring to him and the chicks here, everyone... ). Summer is about to "really" start for me June 7. That day, and during my nanny job (yes - I am a college student with college "careers"), I hope to take the two boys I'm nannying and pick up my girls. If not June 7th, then June 8th (I understand if these boys would rather not, but then again, they have chickens, so I'm sure they can appreciate). I will be picking up four lovely ladies from our local feed store, and this is what I plan to get: Bantam Cochin, Buff Orpington, Red Sex Link, and an Americauna. Oui Oui, this is bound to fail, which is why it's important that I make it a success. I am a renter, attempting to "hide" my brooder in my current back yard (take them in at night), until I can find a new place to move that has a fenced backyard and welcomes my four girls. This is the crazy part right? EVERYONE is thinking, Wait you fool, until you can actually do this. But I say, why wait? I can do this and I will make it happen. You know that feeling when in the back of their mind, you know other people are like, "Oh she's going to fail" or "Can't wait to say I told you so?", Well, none of my friends or family would outwardly say that...Oh...Wait, I guess they probably would...In a nice way...Anyway, I want to be the one to say "I told YOU so!" and then I'll slyly smile and hold up a basket of my girls' fresh eggs for the taking. Inconceivable! But all things aside, I can try, and waste your poor souls' time reading this. So sit back and relax. It may last a month, it may last years, but I plan to do whatever I can to make my dream a reality, and to take you along in my journey to raising happy chicks in a stressful and tight-budget college life. Until next time, 4 the love of Hens PS If this is bad place to be posting this thread on BYC, please let me know! I'm just a newbie! PPS The journey starts tonight, will UPDATE!