Heh....I love the jackalope idea!
*ahem*
Hello. My name is St-Hubert, and I am an addict.
I fell into the same 'trap'. My wife was on me for a year about getting chickens and I finally relented three months ago. I like chickens, don't get me wrong, but up until I owned any, they were noisy, smelly, disease-ridden vermin that were good for eggs and McNuggets. One of the deals was that I got to name the chickens....so I chose chicken dish names....Kiev, Pot Pie, Cordon Bleu...for the first three my wife purchased from a local feed store three months ago. They were collectively labeled "The F-in' Chickens" by myself, as I was still stunned I had been talked into this and feared the worst from the mess and smell I was sure we were going to encounter.
We also got two Silkie chicks, but illness took them both. In the meantime, I had been all over this BYC site my wife had pointed out to me and even joined the forum. It was there I learned there were many, many types of chickens...and that fact stunned me. I found a wonderful local individual that had Welsummer chicks, and I convinced the wife that we could comfortably fit two more chicks in with our original batch. So, Noodle and Tender were added to the flock. My wife has not let me live down the fact that I was the one that got more chickens.
While the girls were still in the brooder, I began the construction of the coop and run. My paranoia runs to high walls and deep ditches, so the same thought went into the coop and run. What I ended with, I am quite proud of...and the girls seem to enjoy it.
I did more research and figured out the kinds I'd like for the next flock. Notice....."next" flock there. I already have the coop/run area picked out, and will hopefully begin collecting the supplies I need for the build in the next few months. By then, our girls should be laying.
I have never had so much fun raising any type of animal before I was introduced to chickens. There is something about them that just draws you in and won't let go. They are maligned creatures in the eyes of most people (I was one of them), but they are wonders. Food, entertainment, conversation (yes, I talk to the chickens and they talk back), and peace of mind. I really don't think I could live without them now that we have them!
Oh....and they are a gateway drug. While we can't have roosters or goats, I have been talking to the wife about quail as meat-birds...and she is alright with that idea.
Sorry for the long ramble, but it's nice to be able to talk with folk that have the same addiction!