Welcome! A man after my own hubby's heart! I don't know why we got started with chickens last year...we were driving home from Cody and he mentioned wanting to get some goats. By the time we got home we'd changed the subject to chickens, and a couple of weeks later I ordered some. So Ken started building a brooder for them and ended up re-arranging all kinds of filing cabinets and the desk around, then moving the brooder (with 22 chicks) into his office.
"Your stupid (grunt, groan) chickens."
The office got dustier and noisier. He was in on his computer catching up on his work while the chicks serenaded him. "Your stupid (mumble, mumble) chickens."
We came up with a plan for a coop. The plan got bigger, the budget didn't. "Your stupid (ca-ching, ca-ching) chickens."
Construction began and it was cold, cold, cold outside. The framing went up, then the siding. "Your stupid (shiver, shiver, pound, pound, OUCHdammit) chickens."
The chickens moved outside and Ken got his office back - after days of cleaning dust out of crevices we didn't even know the office had. "Your stupid (sniffle, sniffle) chickens."
We began construction of the run, another project that ended up a little bigger and a little more expensive than we planned. "Your stupid (ca-ching, OUCH) chickens."
The chickens were loving the coop and the run. Ken was loving having his office back. But the anticipated eggs hadn't arrived. "Your stupid (mumble, lazy) chickens."
Eggs finally started coming. Suddenly there was no room in the fridge. Ken dropped an entire 18 pack carton of eggs on the floor when he tried to get a soda. "Your stupid (mop, mop) chickens."
Things settled down. We got into a routine, coop was easy maintenance, grandkids were over almost every day helping with them. Then Agatha went broody. After hoping for a couple of weeks that she'd get over it, I broke down and ordered some eggs. Got one chick out of all of those eggs,then that chick got frostbitten toes, and had to come into the house for a while for pretty intensive treatment. "Your stupid chicken."
Walked into the living room in time to see Ken holding Scout, the frostbitten chick, on his lap, stroking her little head. "It's okay, little chicken. I've got ya."
Um, no, she's got YOU, Ken! And in the process, somewhere along the line, "Your stupid chickens" became "Our stupid chickens", and guess who goes out first thing in the morning to gather eggs, check on the girls, give Scout a pat on the back, and whistles while he fills the food pan? "Stupid chickens". he mumbles while they crowd around his legs and accept his petting and jibberish gladly.
I'm waiting for my stupid chickens to learn to high-five each other at their success in converting him.