It's official. The man in my house that looks like my husband is an alien clone. It can't be the same man. It can't be the one that complains we have too many animals. Yesterday, we had to go pick up hay. He said to me, "Let's leave early. We can stop at Bomgaars and Tractor Supply to see if they have chicks." We have had chicks before that were hatched by a hen and brooded in the house, but he has never bonded like this. Oh, by the way, I took him up on the offer at bought 3 leghorn pullets and 1 brown pullet at Bomgaars.