You know, one of the reasons I married my hubby is that he's so grounded. When I go off on a wild tangent, he calms me down and slowly reels me back to something like reality. When I told him I was thinking about chickens, he sort of laughed. When I brought home an armload of library books, he raised an eyebrow and when I bought the book "KEEP CHICKENS!" I think he may have been a little alarmed but when I showed him pictures he'd look at them and make an appropriate comment. I won $100 in a contest and went directly to Lowes to get the stuff to build what I thought would be a good home for my chickens. When I got stuck at one point, he came out and helped me finish it. When I told him -- after three days of trying to find the words -- that I was getting SIX chickens instead of three, he just said, "Okay." Two days later I worked up the nerve to tell him the thing we built would work for a day run but not for a permanent home, he offered to help me enclose half of the shed (really a small pole barn). When I told him I'd really rather have a freestanding henhouse on the OTHER side of the back yard, he said "okay" again. Then when I found plans I liked, he offered to look them over and help me make a materials list. He never made any snide remarks about me tumbling right off the deep end... When I went back to Lowes for the first load of stuff, he helped unload the truck for me and then helped me cut the first 2X4s...they were 12' and I couldn't handle them and the saw at the same time. Then the plywood was too big for me to press down and push forward at the same time (I'm learning to use a table saw). When I started getting frustrated, he fixed me a glass of tea and cut the wood for me. He never laughed while I was learning to "toe in" the nails. He never complained that the race was on and golly, he'd really rather be watching the race than teaching me how to build a small building. And at the end of the day said he was proud of what I had accomplished (ha ha ha ha like I really did it!). You know, he wouldn't have picked chickens as something to add to our lives but he's going to be as good a dad to these chickens as he's been to our daughter. What a lucky flock they are. I think, after reading many of the stories here and looking at all the pictures, that there's something special about chicken people. We have beautiful and talented children, our spouses are not only tolerant but in many cases supportive beyond all expectations, our dogs are all amazing and wow...no WONDER this is an addictive forum! So here's to all the understanding spouses in the world -- how does your spouse enable your poultry habit?