Hi, my name is Mary, and I'm an addict. I'm addicted to chickens. I don't actually have any chickens. I really, really want some, though. I have a fancy coop getting delivered, because after thinking about it for two years, I finally admitted I would never get around to building one myself (at least the first time). Now I am just trying to decide about chickens. Hubby wants adult layers. Me, I'm dying to raise up a handful of peeps. I have three kids to help. Hubby has to be on board, though, because the kids and I travel a lot (as homeschoolers) and leave him home to look after the pets. So it should all be decided in a few days, and we should be up and running in a few weeks. I asked my four-year-old this morning: "Guess what I dreamed about last night." She knew: "Chickens"
from Apex, NC! I'm just on my way to getting chickens. My hubby said the same thing. I took him to TSC and seeing the cute little chicks in person melted him. Now we have our own incubator and eggs!!!!!!!!!! Worth a shot!!! Welcome, neighbor!
