I talked about getting chickens for two years, to the point that my DH wouldn't even let me utter the word "chicken"! I knew the only way to get through to him would be to peak his interest in building, since he is a carpenter. Finally, when my chicken talk had us about to the point of divorce, he gave in and looked at the coop plans. Now his brain started thinking up better plans and he proceeded to build me a fabulous coop (complaining all the way). Only three chickens! I agreed, but the coop turned out quite a bit bigger, enough to hold at least ten chickens! I hatched out five chicks, only one turned out to be a roo, not bad. I didn't stop and hatched out four silkies. Funny, the bigger girls didn't get along well with the little silkies, so he felt sorry for the little girls and offered to build them a separate coop! Good little silkies! Well, spring is coming soon and I couldn't help myself again. I hatched out seven more LF...gotta fill up that big coop! Although DH has never picked up a chicken or had any dealings in their daily care, but he sure does love to offer up HIS eggs to his friends! He never complains any more, and I even caught him peeking in on the baby chicks. Hey, I can't complain.