Standing outside a city-friend's home this evening talking about what we've been up to lately (and I'm practically choking on some ungodly wretched smell coming from the textile plant that is apparently dying fabric today) when I mention the 15 RIR chicks in my guest bathroom. "Doesn't your whole house smell like chicken poo?" she says. "Well, no." I say. "I clean the brooders regularly." She says, "I could never live with those nasty animals or that smell." I reply, a bit perturbed, "Really? As opposed to your whole TOWN smelling like poo everytime the mill is dying?" Thanks, but I'll take my country life and all my chickies to the ickyness of city life!