So... I'm wondering at what point (I must have missed it) did MY chickens turn into Hubby's chickens...?
the man who said "I don't mind you having chickens if it makes ya happy, just don't expect me to be involved..." Now tells me "No, you can't get rid of that one, she's my mowing buddy" or "No, I like that one, she/he can't go, ya gotta keep that one".
The man who ignored them for months, now goes outside to "talk" to them, and give them treats. I caught him having an entire conversation with George, my rooster, the other day
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btw - his "mowing buddy" is one I had planned to get rid of - a crowing hen (with spurs, no less) who is a bit psychotic to begin with (she is borderline RED
you know how I am about red chickens... but I digress....) She isn't a problem, is just strange (she's Jr.s Mama, if that tells ya anything) and that crowing kinda un-nerves me
But... whenever hubby mows she is right there following him - if he stops to re-fuel, she comes along and lays down to wait patiently while he is fueling, then they go off on their happy lawn mowing way. I daresay if he went slow enough, she would jump right onto the mower with him. (she is loving the bugs he scares up with the mower.)
I believe the total number of "hubby's chickens" is now up to ten or twelve. Yet, he tells me (every now and then) that I need to cut back on chickens
- just not HIS chickens, I guess.
Oh, and I am the one who had to tell
him that at some point this summer we need to STOP INCUBATING or he'll have chicks in his house all winter long.
Silly man
Gotta love him
meri