Well, I have to admit that I am now officially addicted to this chicken thing. I am 43 and I never had any kind of interest in raising chickens. But now I find myself going out the the brooder at least twice a day to at least check on them, if not to feed/play with them. I can't resist them. My wife and kids are teasing me about spending so much time with them. I find it amusing when they jump up on my arms to "roost" on me. I'm stroking them under their necks and talking to them. I'm just a mess! I'm getting to know their chirps and peeps and I can tell when they are happy or not. This is ridiculous! But they have a way of growing on you (no pun intended!).
Tell me about it...... I used to spend alot of time of Facebook, but now that I have the chickies, I'm on here and outside more than I ever was on Facebook. I guess it's healthier for me, where I'm outside more often......
