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"Sorry my chicken broke out of the pen and pooped in your garden; here are some eggs."

*at a friend's house* Friend: you have some dirt on your pants. Me: okay. Wait. That's not dirt. F: what is it then? M:oh it's okay, it's just chicken poop. F: *silence* M: What? F: doesn't that bother you? M: nope.

"Mir, stop playing in the compost. You'll smell bad."

Me: "The polish twins went outside yesterday for a while." Friend: "You adopted twins?! Congratulations!" Me: "Thanks!" Friend:"Can I have a picture?" Me:"Sure! Here's one of them. The other's sleeping. Friend: "... Uhhm. Cute?" Me:"Isn't she?" Friend:"Uhh she's one ugly baby." Me: "Excuse...

You need to record this. I would buy it on iTunes. xD

"Mom... I hate to tell you this... But Emma is actually... Emmett." "What?" "Your grandchick is a boy."

"When I gathered eggs this morning, one of my hens laid her egg in my hand. It was so warm and wet and nice."

"Why are you taking a picture of Petrie's butt?" "For science. And to show my friends when they say 'guess what'."

From The Chicken Chick's Facebook page.

I babysit a lot, and there's a specific kid who loves eggs. "If they're Easter eggs that means they're chocolate right? They're blue and stuff so maybe white chocolate?"

"Get your butt over here, I need to wash it." "Nonono don't poop on your siste- nevermind. too late." "Let go of her foot!" -When one of my chicks was hanging on to another by it's foot. I was holding one, and the other decided to jump and peck it, and was hanging on about an inch off the ground.

"You have a frostbitten comb again, don't you." Neighbors must think I'm crazy. I was talking to a friend the other day about frostbitten combs and she asked how metal/plastic can get frostbite. Apparently she's not a chicken person.

"There's a spider on my pants!! Oh wait, nevermind, just chicken poo." I was freaking out thinking there was a spider on my pants. Turned out it was just chicken poop.

Dad: "Hey, wanna go for a walk with me and the dog?" me: "Can I bring a chicken?" Dad: "Fine..." me: "YAY! *runs out to coop with chihuahua harness*" "Mom, are you sure Petrie (the chicken) will like the hot pink harness? What if she likes purple?" "Uhh Mom... I need to take a shower..."...