I picked up a handful of chicks from a local feed store few years ago, brood them, fed them, watered them, chased them off my garden, learned and researched about them during sleepless weeks after work, built an awesome coop, add a great run, took care of them that no one died, none on my watch at least, until I sent some vacationing to “Iceland” permanently.
One of my reason getting these little fluffy chicks on an impulse was thinking that my wife and my 3 kids will love them. My oldest daughter who has permanent “stocks” in Children’s hospital that is wheelchair bound will be absolutely thrilled, my son that love animals will take into it like a pro and my youngest daughter will oh and ah about this creatures, being a toddler. And the wife? she will love the fresh eggs, ha ha ha, that was all an illusions in my mind to have these fluffy furry little things joining our boring lives, after all, all we do is work hard and support the children’s hospital every few weeks. Am I kidding myself? My son never liked the birds, though he can eat a dozen eggs a week, he thinks they’re farm animals and never really had interest except the eggs are better than “Eggland’s Best” that we buy from “Giant Eagle”, my youngest daughter were scared of them, she never walk back to the coop ever. My wheelchair girl? She loved the chicks, that she never want to eat chicken meat ever, and my beloved wife will only gather eggs or feed and water the chickens when am out of town for work. She love the eggs though, her friends and office mates consistently wants our eggs.
So who does all the daily chicken chores?
The dad, the one that took home these lovely chicks few years ago. The weird thing is, I don’t mind at all feeding, watering, cleaning poop, gathering eggs, renovating the coop every few months to upgrade and add more chicks.
One of my reason getting these little fluffy chicks on an impulse was thinking that my wife and my 3 kids will love them. My oldest daughter who has permanent “stocks” in Children’s hospital that is wheelchair bound will be absolutely thrilled, my son that love animals will take into it like a pro and my youngest daughter will oh and ah about this creatures, being a toddler. And the wife? she will love the fresh eggs, ha ha ha, that was all an illusions in my mind to have these fluffy furry little things joining our boring lives, after all, all we do is work hard and support the children’s hospital every few weeks. Am I kidding myself? My son never liked the birds, though he can eat a dozen eggs a week, he thinks they’re farm animals and never really had interest except the eggs are better than “Eggland’s Best” that we buy from “Giant Eagle”, my youngest daughter were scared of them, she never walk back to the coop ever. My wheelchair girl? She loved the chicks, that she never want to eat chicken meat ever, and my beloved wife will only gather eggs or feed and water the chickens when am out of town for work. She love the eggs though, her friends and office mates consistently wants our eggs.
So who does all the daily chicken chores?
The dad, the one that took home these lovely chicks few years ago. The weird thing is, I don’t mind at all feeding, watering, cleaning poop, gathering eggs, renovating the coop every few months to upgrade and add more chicks.
Clearly, you misunderstood your wife - she'd adore receiving jewelry, or furniture or a new bathroom remodel. The kids? Easy peasy - A trip to local toy store. These chickens are your gift and blessing for your family...I can hear my own right now, "not my job, mom!"
Clearly, I didn't know what I was in for. The broody-hen fights over chicks; the never-ending supply of cockerals to deal with, grow out and send to Camp Frigidaire (oh why must we keep incubating BOYS?!); the lugging of bags of feed, of waterers, of used bedding, oh the lugging!; 
