My husband, who did not want chickens, will call me at work to tell me who is on the nest, who laid an egg and who is singing the egg song. Its pretty comical. Then, when we are around family or friends... he complains about the chickens.
Always trying to be the tough guy. He also complains about the cats, yet he will cook Snickers her own special piece of fish. Snickers likes spicy fish.
Men.... gotta love em.

Men.... gotta love em.
