What Is Wrong With The World?

I believe, dear reader, I have been served a hefty dose of reality. Much to my dismay, nobody is interested in my darling little cochin chicks. I have posted them on three Facebook pages and received one response only to be told that the very nice lady does not want to raise unsexed chicks. Sigh. Apparently, I am the only weirdo who adores pretty purple chickens that are sweet, gentle, and happen to look like they are wearing fuzzy purple pants. (Seriously, what is there not to love?!) I believe I am going to be adding four more chicks to my flock, which makes me happy, but my luck, they will be four roosters. (Long dramatic sigh here.)

I currently have an incubator full of Cochins' eggs, which is to say, twenty-four eggs. Now, my hatching rate is not excellent. Of the fourteen I incubated, only five hatched. Two of the eggs that didn't hatch had fully formed chicks inside, but they were deceased. If they had lived, that would have given me a fifty percent hatch rate. Those aren't very good odds. However, if I achieve a fifty percent hatch rate of twenty-four eggs, I am looking at twelve more lavender Cochins. I must admit, this doesn't make me sad, but adding that many chickens to my flock is a lot, and my bib overall wearing nay-sayer might have pretty strong opinions on this. He will share said opinions and probably hide my incubator. (Insert a very long, dramatic sigh here)

This reality check makes me realize that A) I am not going to build an empire on pretty purple chickens B) Not all my ideas are good ones C) The world must be filled with weird people who do not fully appreciate gentle, sweet, purple chickens who look like they are wearing fuzzy purple pants. What is wrong with the world?

I wanted to sell enough chickens to fund the purchase of a new trio of Cochins in a different color. Obviously, that will not happen. Now, my bib overall wearing nay-sayer will put an end to my purchasing of new Cochins and probably ban me from going to the animal swaps. I enjoy attending the animal swaps, but my lack of impulse control when it comes to fancy chickens is not ideal. Let's be transparent: my lack of impulse control when it comes to anything I'm excited about is not ideal. Sometimes, I see the accuracy in my husband's observations of my behavior which is usually but not limited to: "Dealing with you is like dealing with a child" or "Why am I the only adult in this relationship?" or "You are very cat-like. You get excited over everything high maintenance and shiny" or "Your laser focus is like a disco ball" or "Dealing with you is exhausting!" I could go on, but you get the picture.

So, dear reader, once again, reality, which is more than likely in the form of a handsome little bald man wearing bib overalls, has crushed my little dreams. I appear to be the only person in the world who is dazzled by pretty chickens. My chicken obsession is my obsession alone. I am inaccurate in believing everyone in the world, or at least the tri-state area, needs at least three lavender cochins in their life. I am not going to fund my fancy Martha Stewart-inspired chicken coop with the sale of my fancy chickens. I'm not even going to fund my new Cochin trio of a different color with the sale of my fancy chickens. I believe my days of hatching fancy chickens are over. I also think my new fancy chicken obsession is in check.

However, no one will ever convince me that the world would be a much kinder, gentler, healthier, and better place if everyone had at least two goats and a trio of lavender Cochins. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Seriously, crazy world!

On this beautiful, summer-like day, stay safe and be smart. If you need lavender Cochins with fuzzy pants and sweet personalities, please message me, and remember to keep washing your hands.