A month or so ago, we were all set to get chickens. Everyone we talk to says Don’t get chickens! They’re a lot of work! They’re messy! Don’t get chickens! Vince tends to listen to people where I tend to say . . hey, I’ll do what I want to do! Besides that . . how many people in blogland have their own chickens? A whole lot of them! But, knowing Vince like I do and knowing that I have lots of nights I’ll be out of town and he’d be covering for me with the chickens, I was agreeable week before last when he decided he didn’t want to get chickens.
While we were in Arkansas, a couple of times we saw chickens and I said “oh, those people have chickens!” Vince would say “we’ll probably have some too.” Hmmm . .
Then over the weekend the lumber was delivered for . . what? The chicken coop! I didn’t say much . . figured if it’s Vince’s decision to get them and he’s not happy .. well, that would be a whole lot better than it being my decision to get them and him not being happy. Wives, can you relate to that?
Tonight we were out exploring . . that will show up in a blog post in a few days. On the way back to Nevada, here’s our conversation:
Vince: Let’s go by Orscheln and look at the baby chicks.
Me: OK .
Vince (as we’re walking into the store): Let’s get 10.
Me: 10 what?
Vince: 10 baby chickens
Me: But, Vince . . we have no place to put them.
Vince: Well, if we get them, I’ll have to build the chicken coop.
Isn’t that kinda like counting you chickens before they hatch? So, we marched into Orcheln, prepared to buy 10 baby chicks and they were sold out. The lady said “Everyone is buying baby chickens!” They’ll have more tomorrow.
We bought the feed, the wood shavings, the feeder, the watering thing, the light to keep them warm, and as best I can figure it, they’re going to live in Chad’s bath room! Not really . . I’m not real sure where they’re going to live but they’ll be here tomorrow so I’m guessing we’ll figure something out in the next 12 hours or so. Vince just went to bed and he had the chicken book with him!