For the birds...

I told my dad the other day that when we move out to our land, I may become a hippie. Not like all crunchy-granola-not-shaving-my-pits hippie. But I really would like to plant a vegtable garden and...

I have this other crazy idea. (It is crazy as confirmed by everyone I tell). I have this crazy idea to raise chickens out on our land, after we move out there of course. I just think it would be neat to have our own eggs. See? Kinda hippie, right?

So I want someone else, anyone else, to be enthused about this idea with me. I started with my dad. He didn't seem too put off by the idea. But I think he thought I was not too serious about it. Next, I mentioned it to my husband. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'm not messing with chickens, that's all you." Hmmpt. He also laughed at me when I asked if you could take a chicken to the vet in a pet carrier. Apparently most people (and he's from the country he should know) don't take chickens to the vet.

I next told my supportive (snicker snicker giggle) mother-in-law. She smiled and said "I have some old henhouses you can use." That right there should have been a clue. If she wants me to get into it, it must be a bad idea!

Next up, my BFF. Quote--You must be crazy as hell!--Un Quote.

Okay. I know! Ask the four year old. They will agree to anything right? "Hey Little d, if momma raises chickens out on the land would you help me take care of them and gather eggs?"

Her reply? "Ummmmm...."

But then my husband says, "You can't gather eggs at night because snakes hide in the nests." Huh. Snakes? "Dad, did you know snakes hide in the nests?" Dad: "Yes, Grandma Phenie got bit on the hand by a rattlesnake."

CRRRAAAPPPP. Did you know they sell perfectly good eggs at the store? Yep, right next to the dairy products.