There are days when I think, I MUST be crazy. I actually got chickens after many years of wanting them, I am getting an incubator, and......I love it more every day.
Looking back over the last few months (shakes head) who would of thought.
Am I crazy, I don't know, possibly. I worry about them, check them several times a day, dream about chickens at night, talk to them all the time. Think of new treats to give them, ways to improve the coops. The kids and I jumped up and down and hugged and danced and turned on music when we got our first egg.
A very young "professional" my daughter sees, gave us a very strange look when my little girl excitedly told she got a silkie chick for christmas and proceded to tell her how cute it was and its name. The "professional's" comment, You have THEM in the house? "Yes, in a cage, just like any other bird in a house and it is only a week old". I felt angry at her comment and her attitude. I realized then, I must look crazy to the "professionals". I was waiting for the paddy wagon with padded walls to come and get me.
The staff where I worked, has asked DH all kinds of questions after he proudly told them all we got chickens and we are putting in a garden. The doctors are the biggest surprise, a few said smart move with the economy, The one comment that stands out from an educated person wasn't how he was raving over farm fresh eggs being the best and so good, it was the "brown" eggs, are farm eggs, aspect of it. When DH told me, well.....roflmao..... I then had to try real hard
Atleast DH knows better, and I would be preaching to the choir (note to self, do not put white eggs in that guys carton).
Do people think I am crazy, probably, but now we hang out in feed stores, so I know I am understood there. They have chickens too.
Sorry so long.