Prior to meeting my husband, I had always raised ducks and chickens. He literally hated both of them. When we decided to get married and move in together, he told me that I had to get rid of my chickens, so I did. Well for 6 months, he had to endure my face hanging to the ground, hear all my stories of how much I loved and missed my chickens, and how lonely I was feeling without them, so I told him that I was going to start going out and hanging with my friends. Well, not too long after that, he decided to buy me chickens and gifted me with 5. After he saw how much joy that brought me and how my desires for going out with the girls disappeared, so he gradually allowed me to keep adding to my flock, though he wanted nothing to do with them. What sold him out on chickens, was his first experience with hatching chicks. He is now totally involved with the chickens, maybe even a little more educated than myself, he bought me a huge bator on wheels, has built me several runs and coops and he insists on being home when people come to buy our chicks so he can educate them.
He sits outside for hours on end watching them range around the property. Funny thing is, he will no longer eat chicken with the bone, says he cannot stomach looking at the bones since he started liking them.
I wish you the best of luck of getting yours on board. I am definitely one happy chick now!


I wish you the best of luck of getting yours on board. I am definitely one happy chick now!
