I never quite reached the stage of absolutely putting my foot down completely against this idea, and my mild protests were merely met with wry smiles from my wife. Yesterday co-workers of my wife showed up, and built the long talked about coop, and the chix are on the way. With them come the promises of a "positive experience for my girls", fresh eggs, and, well, I think that was all my wife had to offer on the positive side.
On the con side, I see more work, stinkiness, noise, and the prospect of sometime down the road having a dead chicken that I can't eat.
Can anyone else give me a glint of positivity about becoming the not-so proud owner some chickens?
BTW - they're Rhode Island Redz (so at least they have that going for them)
