no willpower

God bless my husband. Really. I have no willpower when it comes to animals and furry things.

Yesterday I ran to a local chicken farm to pick out TWO cochins. Lily and I have wanted feathered-footed chickens for the last two years. They're not the greatest layers so they're more for fun. So it was somewhat of a luxury purchase.

So we walked into the chicken house at the farm, and I knew I was in trouble. I don't even remember how many different types of chickens there were, but they were everywhere.

To keep things short and tidy, I left with three cochins (the feather-footed chickens), three Rhode Island Reds, and three Black Australorps. But, really, I only went to get two cochins.

And I almost came home with a couple of turkeys as well. The ONLY thing that held me back from that was knowing that if I did buy turkeys, my poor husband would have yet another building project on his plate. Oh, but my mind was turning, trying to figure out how I could house a couple of turkeys, it really was.

So our poultry count is now twenty-four hens, one rooster, seven older chicks, nine baby chicks, and twenty-five meat chickens that we'll be receiving at the end of the month.

We've got a lot of chicken here, people!

Brad came home from work last night and had a Starbucks Americano with steamed soy, just for me. It's my favorite Starbucks drink. I so appreciated that little act of love, and I even more appreciated when he didn't get upset when I told him how many chickens I came home with. Actually, he wasn't even surprised. He's knows me so well.

I have a great hubby.