My family moved to a new house further out in the country. I had always wanted animals, and now I had a place to put them! My parents were planning on eventually having animals, but my mom wanted to learn gardening first and my dad works. He isn't really a farm animal type of guy, anyways. He prefers dogs. Well, after the move my parents were really tired and we didn't go anywhere or do anything FOREVER! There were no teens in the new neighborhood and I was bored out of my head.
My siblings and I played board games and card games and learned to cook on fires and it was great. For awhile. But all that got old and I was restless. So I asked for a dog. My mom DOES NOT like dogs, but she agreed.
So I got my first puppy, Maggie. It wasn't long before I was ready for my next animal. (I wasn't bored with Maggie. That's not my style. I love all my animals. I just like to add new ones whenever possible.) I wasn't sure how my parents would react to me asking for another animal, so I went with one I knew they both wanted. Chickens!
I got the approval. Sorta. "If you can figure out a way to house them and take care of them, then sure."
They weren't ready to build the coop yet, so I learned about tractors! I started collecting scrap wood and such and got my dad to show me a few building tips. So I built a tractor. I requested chicken feed for my birthday. (Can anyone say "Farm child at heart"?) I got chicken feed from one family, and a pair of Rhode Island Reds from my Nana. And so I had chickens! My flock grew faster than you could imagine! (Okay, I'm sure some of you could imagine.) People just kept giving me chickens! It was amazing! I had to build 3 more tractors! I started hatching gifted eggs in a borrowed incubator. Then my parents and I built the permanent coop. I have no idea how many chickens I have anymore, and the flock keeps growing! Not to mention all the other animals.