How did you convince your spouses/ roommates?

I just waited til he was on one of MANY deployments with the AF....easier to get forgiven that get permission, LOL. Actually, he kinda expects a surprise when he gets home when it comes to me and my animals, lol. He's never home so he said, "WHatever keeps ya happy!"
 
We are still city dwellers, but my DBF and I have long been planning on a more homestead style life and we try to get as much of that here as we can. He refused to have pets so I have no cats, no dogs, just one hamster that died a long time ago. Well I was just dying for an animal, and I knew if it was more of an agriculture-type he would be more easily convinced so I picked chickens (can't really have a cow in LA without the neighbors figuring it out lol). When he hemmed and hawed I just said, "Think about how happy your mom will be if we can give her fresh home-raised eggs just like she used to get when she was a little girl." Bringing up something that will make his mom happy is all I have to do to get my way
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I live with my sister, and it's my house. My subtle method of convincing her was "Hey, move your junk. I need to put an incubator there."
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I served my husband really, really nice free range, home grown eggs. Now all he says is, "they're gonna taste like those ones you gave me, right?"
 
I was just plain ol' naughty and came home with the 5 chicks. No asking or anything. My spouse, while firmly planted in the reality of not wanting to increase our animal numbers, loves animals. And who can resist little chicks? He was still upset, but suprised me by building our chicken tractor. And is now the first to show off our chickens and eggs to friends who might have an interest. He has now not only agreed to the chicks we just got, but agreed to an additional order of chicks over the next month or two. So, for me, I let my chickens and their eggs do the talking. The proof is in the pudding - so-to-speak.
 
I moped and sulked, got lazy about household chores and became pretty depressed . . . I talked about nothing but the chickens we would have when we moved to our own place. Around Easter he left for some family thing and I went to TSC with a friend, forgot all about the "when we get our own place" part and bought some chicks. When he came home all he said when he saw them was, "Finally!" He was just relieved to see me happy.

It wasn't long before he started showing off the chickens to friends and bragging about the little coop he built them. He even insisted I find a silkie for him, so he could have his very own chicken.
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i didn't convince anyone, i was raised raising chickens XD my mom allowed me to help with the incubation process when i was 6-7 years old. when we moved here when i was 9, we didn't have chickens. when i was 16 i just told my mom "i'm getting chickens. i miss having them around!"

she replied "get whatever you want, but i want my black stars! get at least 12 for me!"

i'm 19 now and trying to re-stock for summer. trying to get a good variety...

i suggest listing all the good reasons for having chickens. my boyfriend says he hates having birds of any kind, but once we actually got them he seemed to take a liking to a few of the chicks. he even named most of them XD

Mr. Bock-MaGawk (FEMALE cuckoo maran)
65 yen (RIR)
Shenanigan (brown leghorn male)
Professor Napkins (Black Star)
Lady Death (MALE dark cornish)
 
(Mrs. Barry here)

My husband didn't want chickens because his family had them when he was a child, and he was forced to go clean their coop and feed them when he'd rather be playing or watching TV.


It took three years to get him to where he would accept them. We made a deal: if he would build their coop (which I could not do) then I'd take care of them after that, and he would not have to do a thing for them.


I also reminded him of how great fresh farm eggs were on the breakfast plate.


He finally agreed to the chickens as long as I took care of them.


But then a funny thing happened.


I got the chicks home and he started watching them play in the brooder. Then the third day I had them, he VOLUNTEERED to transfer the chicks from the brooder to a box I had to put them in while I cleaned their brooder. The next day, he VOLUNTEERED to move the chicks from the brooder to the temp box and then back to the brooder again. That time, he took one of the little chicks out and just put her on the table to watch her.


The next day, he VOLUNTEERED to clean the brooder.


By that time, he was hooked. He wouldn't admit it openly for another week or two, but he really liked being father to those chickens!
 
Just say you found it in the middle of the road (get a really cute day-old chick) and say if you don't keep her, she'll die.
 

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