People collect things: shoes, cars, arrowheads, dragons, concert memorabilia. They may not even be looking for their "thing", but somehow it finds them. That is what happened today. I was working on the list -- the list that states what needs to be done, what should be done, what could be done. On the list was picking up chicken feed. Off to Tractor Supply. And there they were. "CHICK DAYS". Really cute, little, downy chicks, peeping adorably at me. I "ooohed" and "aaahed" back at them, and walked away. I walked to the feed aisle and picked up a 100 pounds of pellets and 50 pounds of scratch. And then I picked up starter feed for baby chicks. I am hooked. I ordered up 6 golden comet pullets. They put in 7. And home I went, to set up the brooder. They say, to admit you have a problem, is the first step.