Any other chicken lovers out there that have any strange obsessions? The first obsession that I had and was hard to break was "playing" with my eggs. Each day, I would collect and wash the eggs, then store them in the icebox. I began to have an over abundance of eggs collecting in my icebox, in fact, thats all that was in there! People would ask me if I had any extra for sale and I would always say no. I would become really upset and protective of the eggs, not wanting to share them for fear of running out of eggs for myself. It was very traumatic parting with them. (Guess you could say I know how a broody chicken feels like)! Each night while my husband was at work, I would bring out all my cartoons of eggs. I would arrange them in order according to their sizes, then colors, then shapes, count them, etc. One night my husband came home early unexpectedly and caught me with all my eggs out on the counter and asked me what the heck I was doing, I told him very proudly that I was playing with my eggs! He told me that I was crazy and needed to get some help, like some therapy. I just laughed it off because I work in the mental health field and do therapy with crazy people. So the next day, I went into work and shared with my clinical supervisor about my obsession with the eggs and she told me that I needed "egg therapy" and recommended that I begin giving my eggs away or sell them! Took me several weeks into therapy before I was able to let go of my first egg. Thank goodness for therapy, I got over my egg hoarding, I have a successful little side business of selling my eggs (thanks to the support of my husband and my mother in law), but now the obsession has turned into hoarding chickens! I breed and sell off most of the hatchlings, but with each hatch, I find myself keeping several from each hatch to attain equal numbers of each breed, which never happens. Each night as I take the flock into their henhouse, I count how many of each breed that I have so that all are accounted for, and I count them several times each night according to their breed! I am starting to think that I am OCD, and I am still in therapy! he he he
