I grew up in the city, and there was usually one older lady in the neighborhood with chickens. She was always referred to as "the crazy chicken lady". My dh is going to Afghanistan in just over a year. He is constantly telling everyone he HAS to come home(when they tell him to come back safe), if not I will be "THE CRAZY CHICKEN LADY"
I have to agree, I would find a way to convert a room in my house into one massive bator
. He just finished putting together a larger bator for me, now I have 3
. I did promise that I will shut them off after I get my black copper marans, at least for this year. Cheers to all us crazy chicken people
Krista








Krista