I was kinda stuck with taking care of chickens. The "better half" wanted chickens. I agreed on one term.She was to take care of "HER" chickens.... It was a trap now I'm the one taking care of 8 chickens and one pigeon...
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They poop, they poop and....oh yeah, they POOP! Did I mention how much they poop??? At least I've finally managed to train the little rascals to only poop on my nice new 3-month old deck. They used to poop out in the many acres of forest behind our house where no one ever walks on, but not anymore! I can't tell you how long it took me to break them of that nasty habit but I finally won that battle. Man 1, Chickens 0.
Also, I wasn't prepared for the addiction. They don't call chickens the gateway bird for nothing. You may start out with the firm belief that you'll only "need" 2 or 3, but before you know it, you're addicted. Unfortunately for you, by then its already too late and you're lost. You'll just want to keep feeding your addiction with more.....but it won't stop with chickens....oh no, you'll need to move onto bigger and more destructive things, like goats, llamas, or the occasional wildebeest.
I spent over two years trying to convince my wife to let us have chickens and finally got my way and I'll tell you I haven't regretted it for a second. My 4 girls are so wonderful and full of so much individual personality and there's nothing like walking out the door each day (or coming home from work) and seeing them come running to say hello. And in case you're wondering, yes, I'm sure all their excitement is because they're happy to see ME and not the big bag of mealworms I'm carrying.
And before I forget, the thing my wife wishes SHE had known before we got our girls (besides how much they poop - did I mention that already?) was how much they would be the center of every conversation. Every call home I make during work or every dinner conversation we have is "how are the chickens?" "what did the chickens do today?" "what should we do with the chickens tomorrow?" If she had really known how deep my obsession would truly go, it would probably have been another 2 years before our lovely birds came home. But then again, I'm probably preaching to the choir on this one!
After a log pleading process I managed to get the man of the house to agree to THREE chickens. Thankfully I was wise enough to build a coop for roughly 20. After a trip to the store we came home with 14 chirping balls of fluffiness! Now we are thinking more chicks or possibly a duck or two in the spring! Thank goodness for the foresightYes! Everyone out there that has had to enlarge chicken coop capacity raise your hands. Ok. That's everyone. Lol. I am always in the middle of enlarging plans. Lol
They poop, they poop and....oh yeah, they POOP! Did I mention how much they poop??? At least I've finally managed to train the little rascals to only poop on my nice new 3-month old deck. They used to poop out in the many acres of forest behind our house where no one ever walks on, but not anymore! I can't tell you how long it took me to break them of that nasty habit but I finally won that battle. Man 1, Chickens 0.
Also, I wasn't prepared for the addiction. They don't call chickens the gateway bird for nothing. You may start out with the firm belief that you'll only "need" 2 or 3, but before you know it, you're addicted. Unfortunately for you, by then its already too late and you're lost. You'll just want to keep feeding your addiction with more.....but it won't stop with chickens....oh no, you'll need to move onto bigger and more destructive things, like goats, llamas, or the occasional wildebeest.
I spent over two years trying to convince my wife to let us have chickens and finally got my way and I'll tell you I haven't regretted it for a second. My 4 girls are so wonderful and full of so much individual personality and there's nothing like walking out the door each day (or coming home from work) and seeing them come running to say hello. And in case you're wondering, yes, I'm sure all their excitement is because they're happy to see ME and not the big bag of mealworms I'm carrying.
And before I forget, the thing my wife wishes SHE had known before we got our girls (besides how much they poop - did I mention that already?) was how much they would be the center of every conversation. Every call home I make during work or every dinner conversation we have is "how are the chickens?" "what did the chickens do today?" "what should we do with the chickens tomorrow?" If she had really known how deep my obsession would truly go, it would probably have been another 2 years before our lovely birds came home. But then again, I'm probably preaching to the choir on this one!