Crying fowl

I want chickens.

I love the idea of gathering my own eggs, having more little pets in the backyard. My husband, however, wants nothing to do with them. He sees them as little more than poop-making machines.

“But that poop is nutrient-rich and good for my veggies,” I tell him.

He remains unmoved.

I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous about raising chicks (apparently you can get baby chicks via mail order…ALIVE in your mailbox), and ultimately any fowl medical disorders.

After performing a couple emotionally draining goldfish euthanasia, I told my husband he needed to have an exit strategy before bringing more fish into the house.

The tank has been empty in the corner for several years now.

Such thoughts are what leave my backyard bare. But then I see a coup like the one below…and think…maybe?

I plan on attending the Permaculture Guild’s Tour de Coops on December 5…with my husband.

I’m hoping the chickens work their wiles.