Sometimes I think that I think too much.
Last Spring I decided that I wanted to get chickens. That was my goal for the following Spring. I like the idea of chickens. I like the fact that they will provide my family with fresh eggs and meat if necessary. I want to get them as chicks and have the kids help me in the process of raising them and taking care of them. I think a lot of people including my husband thought I was silly.
7 months later I am still going strong with that goal. My dear SIL got me a feeder and waterer for my birthday. I joked that there was no turning back now.
I have been searching through pages and pages of online photos of chicken coops. I have read many different books on raising chickens. I still haven't made up my mind on my coop and run plans. I live in the suburbs and my backyard faces a gully which is full of raccoons, deer, and coyotes. Whatever I decide I have to make sure that my chickens are safe. I have spent many hours thinking about what I should do.
Sometimes I think I am thinking too much. Does it really have to be this hard?