Back when we first discussed having chickens I wanted to start out small and stay small. We live in town so I didn't want to get too many. My original plan was to build a coop big enough for 6 hens thus insuring that I wouldn't get more than just the 6. Well DH decided while building the coop that he should build it bigger in case I wanted more. Right now we have a mixed flock of 13 hens/pullet and 1 cockerel. This was my first flock since I was a kid and didn't really know the breeds and things. I read a lot but still learned even more after I got them. I very much love to spend time with my chickens. Its been an avenue of teaching my 3-year-old son a lot of things. We have been talking about our future flocks. Do we want to breed the ones we have or go with a pure blood? Buy every year or hatch our own? We decided that we would like to hatch our own chicks instead of buying them. We also decided on Rhode Island Reds, instead of having a mixed flock. So after researching again, this time about breeding programs and their requirements; I again informed DH what it would take and the options out there. So he is like, I guess we can convert the backside of the garage into a bigger coop, that way we can put lots of nest boxes in. Me: WHAT!!!!! How many do you want to have? DH: However many you want to raise. Me: I was only going to get 12 hens and 2 roosters. We can split the coop and run to make two out of what we have. DH: OK but I might still convert the garage just in case you change your mind and want more. He is not helping me. I don't need anymore encouragement to get animals. I love animals and would build an Ark in the backyard if I could. Buying feed now is difficult at the prices it is at. How do I keep him from "helping" me?