My daughters think they’re annoying.
Standing shoulder-to-shoulder, they even forbid me to have one until they moved out. But my husband, who always backs me up even when he totally disagrees with me, responded, “That can be arranged.”
It all started a year ago when I just happened to mention that I’d like to have a few chickens and maybe one rooster to wake me up in the morning. I even tried to soften up their “no-chickens-in-our-yard-stance” by duly
noting that being able to walk into our backyard and retrieve a fresh egg is almost like having an Easter egg hunt every morning.