Way back in the mists of time, when Weed was just going into chickens (keeping them, not what he did before that) he decided to dedicate one of his fields to chicken farming, he'd heard the profits were good, he got everything ready then phoned a supplier:-
Weed - 'Can you send me 200 of your finest hens, I'm starting an egg business'
Supplier - 'Certainly sir, should be with you Tuesday'
Tuesday afternoon - Weed ' Hello again sir, could you send me another 200 hens please'
Supplier - 'Why certainly sir, you must be really pleased with the first lot?'
Weed - 'They're all dead'
Supplier- 'WHAT? dead?????, I'm terribly sorry the next 200 will be free, there by Friday'
Friday Afternoon - Weed - ' Hello Sir, that lot are dead too'
Supplier - ' I can't understand it, I checked them personally, all healthy, I know you're just beginning but do you think you're doing something wrong??'
Weed - 'Could be Sir, I'm either planting them too deep, or too far apart'