When I first mentioned the 'chicken idea,' my DH didn't really take it seriously, he just sort of mumbled something along the lines of, "Sure, I guess that would be okay if we bought some land and moved out to the country someday."
Then, as I did more research and got more serious about it, he was more than a little alarmed about the idea of keeping chickens in a suburban backyard. He told me that he mentioned it to his friends at work and they told him it was downright crazy. (Yep, he called in 'guy backup')
When I started buying stuff and planning chicken tractors, he sort of grudgingly gave in to the inevitability of the whole ordeal. He even stopped by the feed store a few times to pick up supplies and chicks because it was on the side of town where he works. The first time he did that, he came home and told me that his coworker said he should win the husband of the year award for not only allowing me to have the chickens but for actively helping with the project.
Well, it's been several weeks now with a messy brooder sitting in his office, and a 12 wk old australorp pullet (Sheila) sleeping in my master bathroom because she was sick and needed daily shots and special treatment for a while. At first she was in there full time when she was sick, but since she got well she's been spending the day in the chicken run and meeting me at the gate in the evening to be carried in so she can sleep perched on the bathroom sink.
We've long since scrapped the plans for a couple of small chicken tractors and instead built an 8 by 8 coop that is finally reaching the point where we can put the chickens out in it full time.
Today I told the hubby, "Guess this means Sheila can sleep in the coop from now on instead of the bathroom!"
To my surprise he answered, "But she's happy sleeping in the bathroom! And besides, it's nice having a bathroom chicken peeping at me when I get up in the middle of the night."
So does this mean that I'm going to have to buy chicken diapers?
Anybody else have any good stories about their significant others surprising them?
Then, as I did more research and got more serious about it, he was more than a little alarmed about the idea of keeping chickens in a suburban backyard. He told me that he mentioned it to his friends at work and they told him it was downright crazy. (Yep, he called in 'guy backup')
When I started buying stuff and planning chicken tractors, he sort of grudgingly gave in to the inevitability of the whole ordeal. He even stopped by the feed store a few times to pick up supplies and chicks because it was on the side of town where he works. The first time he did that, he came home and told me that his coworker said he should win the husband of the year award for not only allowing me to have the chickens but for actively helping with the project.
Well, it's been several weeks now with a messy brooder sitting in his office, and a 12 wk old australorp pullet (Sheila) sleeping in my master bathroom because she was sick and needed daily shots and special treatment for a while. At first she was in there full time when she was sick, but since she got well she's been spending the day in the chicken run and meeting me at the gate in the evening to be carried in so she can sleep perched on the bathroom sink.
We've long since scrapped the plans for a couple of small chicken tractors and instead built an 8 by 8 coop that is finally reaching the point where we can put the chickens out in it full time.
Today I told the hubby, "Guess this means Sheila can sleep in the coop from now on instead of the bathroom!"
To my surprise he answered, "But she's happy sleeping in the bathroom! And besides, it's nice having a bathroom chicken peeping at me when I get up in the middle of the night."
So does this mean that I'm going to have to buy chicken diapers?
Anybody else have any good stories about their significant others surprising them?