Well, I am posting this to half vent, half whine... I apologize in advance. After two years of hinting, DH finally decided to hop on the chicken-mobile. I drew up my shed renovation plans, planned and replanned my flock, picked out feeding, watering, etc. stuff, and my day-old ship date. Then DH got laid off. Thankfully, it wasn't for long, but long enough to put a damper on things. So we had a sit-down: either order the chicks, or pour the patio, and build the deck. Since we have two small ones under 3, and a second story door (with many locks) to nowhere, we had to go with the latter. On the bright side, this way is much safer, and the last detail to complete the major re-build of our house (WOO-HOO!). But I was really looking forward to eggs this summer. Another "but": In the honor and respect of chicken math, I am charging chicken intrest. Formerly, we were getting 15, next spring it will be 20. And the coop will be very pretty. I'm talking shutters and flower boxes!! And I don't even care if they eat the flowers! So now, I will commit myself to live vicariously through all you chicken-havers, and count the days til next spring! Because I'm telling you, I WILL HAVE CHICKS NEXT YEAR! I am saying this with my very best stern Mom voice.