my husband hates birds in general. it started for my daughter who was 12 at the time. She went to a sleepover and called asking for eggs so we could incubate. We didn't even have a bator, but she figured since *mom mentioned getting chickens someday* she wanted to get some. I told her to call her father and ask him. Of course he said yes to her, she never asks for anything. So we got bit by the bug and after having some bad hatches and getting very bummed, dh convinced me to get some more eggs, a dozen. So I filled the bator this time
. I told him they were shipped and most wouldn't hatch anyway. I just kept the bator running and was addicted, he just shook his head. I was happy and that made him happy. He, in the past year, went from not being able to stand chickens to a man that I catch throwing scratch out just so he can watch them. They grew on him. Every time he goes out now they follow him, it's funny because he keeps saying *since when did I become the pied piper*. I told him *when you started feeding them hun*
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