My brother is about the only one who "gets" me. He and I were cut from the same mold, but the rest of my family seems to have been skipped the "cool genes". A few days ago I was talking to dad on the phone and mentioned how I was making bread. He said "why? Isn't it more expensive to make your own?" I said well no, it's a bag of flour and this and that. He's like but it costs so much to buy all that when you can spend a dollar or two on a loaf of bread. I just explained that my little two dollar bag of flour will make MANY loaves of bread and now that $4 for 2lbs of yeast will make a TON of bread. Other than that, it wasn't a big deal. My mom though, ugh. When I had the ducks at her house, and when something came through and slaughtered all but one, she kept telling everyone how she can't wait for something to kill the last one and wished it had gotten the others a long time ago. When I got the new ducks, she kept telling George "you know they poop right?" Like, no, the man is 64 years old and hasn't figured out yet that ducks crap.

Luckily, George is very on board with me. He makes enough money to go buy decent food, but he has NEVER said anything bad about any of my endeavors. The worst he said about them is when I said we were getting new laying hens and he said "that'll be more feed". Other than that, he's been very helpful and mostly just says "they're your birds, you do whatever you like with them". My brother keeps reminding me that once he gets his property ready that I have to help him with birds. He was asking about the incubator and after a good conversation he said "well, the heck with that, I'll just have you hatch them out when I need new ones" lol. He's also taking me hunting on his grounds to get venison this year. So, I have all the support that I need anyways. I wish everyone was so lucky!