Last week I was asked if I was willing take 9 four week old pullets. I thought about the 11 laying hens & the 15 young pullets we already have while listening to the story behind the soon to be homeless chicks.
Of course I said yes.
On Saturday we prepared our yard for the new arrivals. A vintage single bed spring frame divided the 100+ square foot chicken yard. With a travel dog kennel and some straw in the smaller of the divided areas it was ready for the older pullets.
Rhiannon cleaned the brooder cottage so we were ready.
Sunday afternoon, as I walked my bike up the back porch after work Chris watched me intently.
"What's up?" I asked.
"We need to talk," he said seriously. I looked at him in confusion as he took my hand in his after I parked the bike. "You know I love you, and I only want what's best for you . . ."
I sat down even more confused.
"But you now have 40 chickens. I think you may have OCD." He paused. "Obsessive Chicken Disorder." He grinned at me.
I shook my head. "I can stop anytime I want. . .and we only have 35"
