I recently took a short, 3 day, trip (200 miles one way) with my daughter. Of course at least half of the conversation in the car was about something chicken, and "on backyardchickens......." Every time we passed a structure that would convert well into a coop or run I would point it out and tell her what I would do with it. Finally about half way home she heaved a big sigh and said, "You do know, don't you, Mom, that you're suffering from chicken on the brain?" Ha ! great diagnosis, my dh MD loved it.