Something really weird happened with the chicken decision.
First, a little backstory.
Late last year, I convinced FH to get chickens. Then I did a TON of research to design a custom coop & run to fit our unique space.
Then I started second-guessing if I wanted chickens. I mean, I DO want chickens, but the past several years we've talked about how once Pumpkin & Rosco died, we were going to stay pet-free so that we'd have the freedom to travel without those responsibilities. And I'm over here talking about getting chickens, which directly contradicts that idea.
Eventually I reasoned that since the dog refuses to die, we still have pet responsibilities, so I might as well get chickens.
Fast-forward to today, when we started building everything. About 2 hours in, I got overwhelmed and changed my mind about the whole thing. Yes, we had bought supplies, but I was ready to return everything and abort the whole project. It was too much time, money, energy, effort, and stress. I made a mistake deciding to get chickens, and I didn't want to do it anymore.
FH disagreed and tried to talk me into moving forward, but I was 100% DONE. He continued building the coop and several times I tried to explain that he was wasting his time- we had a nice long disagreement about how I did not want chickens anymore but he was committed to the project. For someone who initially didn't want chickens, he was stubborn.
After some time, he seemed happy working on his project and I wandered over to the porch, where I decided to enjoy the afternoon. At some point, I noticed a clover patch in the yard. I really like to look for 4-leaf clovers, but despite spending lots of time looking in the last few years, I haven't found any in this area yet.
I told myself that I'd go look, and if I found a 4-leaf clover, it was a sign from the universe to change my mind about chickens.
So I walked down to the patch, and immediately spotted one. Then another one. Then ANOTHER one. Then TWO MORE. I found FIVE 4-leaf clovers within 30 seconds of walking down there. Which is how many chickens I want. Taken aback, I told myself that if the universe really wanted me to have chickens, that I'd find another one.
Well, I did. So I walked back up, showed FH the handful of clovers, put my shoes back on, and was all-in on chickens once again.