Or maybe I should accept I am a little bit crazy about my chickens and I am happy about it.
NOW you've got the right idea. If being *normal* means buying nasty, filthy, hormone, chemical and antibiotic laced, inhumanely produced eggs from a grocery store, count me PROUDLY among the crazy! They can call me what they want but, as they say in the mountains, "Just 'cuz a cat has her kittens in an oven, it doesn't make 'em biscuits".
The Head Biddy