Finish this sentence: "You know you're addicted to chickens when..."

... you have a table in your living room dedicated solely to the sorting of eggs.

... and another for the two 48-egg incubators.

... your mother says to you, "We need to find some more customers for these eggs... again."

... you look at the three dozen eggs you've just brought in and sorted, and think wistfully of the time when you used to be excited to get three dozen eggs a fortnight.

... you can say chicken in at least six languages.

(In case you don't believe me: chicken, chook, Huhn, poule, pollo, cearc, pollo, dalggogi, ayam.)
 
... "I think I had a feather up my nose" is a valid excuse for sneezing.

... you've ever rocked a hen on you lap and sung, "Soft chooky, warm chooky, little ball of fluff; sleepy chooky, broody chooky, cluck, cluck, cluck," in order to induce broodiness.
 
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You're going on vacation for 10 days, and your husband installs a "chicken cam" so you can livestream your hens while you're gone.

Oh my....new project for DH! I'm so EGGCITED!
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You're at a wedding reception sitting around a table of 5 men and 5 women and you think "the ratio of roosters to hens is way too high".

It sounds just as weird typing it out as it was in my head.....
 

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