We went to a bonfire last night with some agents from the company where my husband is a Realtor. I have met this woman and her husband before and they are absolutely wonderful people. They live in a lovely rural town about thirty minutes from us. Did I mention they have chickens (and ducks)? Well, they do: six hens and three ducks. The ducks are beautiful, but I was not as impressed by them as I thought I would be. The chickens were a different story.
A few weeks ago, my husband and I were talking about my concerns over adding chickens to our homestead. I have wanted them for several years but was concerned that we would get them and I would find that I didn’t like them at all. He mentioned this bonfire and we decided that would be a good opportunity to confront my fear.
I think my concerns were unwarranted. What do you think?
Initially, I said I wanted two hens. Then, I wanted three. Now, I want six. Homestead hubby said three. I said six. He said zero. I said six. This went back and forth for several minutes. There were threats of “Then, I’m not building the coop.” I just giggled and said, “I’ve heard that one before.” Anyway, the battle rages. It could get ugly.