I think it usually happens when you realize one day that it is better to take your morning coffee outside so you can watch the animals rather than watching the local news...then you catch yourself talking to people about your birds in the same way people talk constantly about their kids...then you find out that a silkie will go broody over a mere golf ball so the options on what you could hatch are virtually endless.
Just be careful or one day you'll find yourself looking at pics of quail eggs in the middle of the night with credit card in hand. (Thank goodness I had to turn on the light and DH asked me what I was doing.)
Just be careful or one day you'll find yourself looking at pics of quail eggs in the middle of the night with credit card in hand. (Thank goodness I had to turn on the light and DH asked me what I was doing.)