Opa, you are so right!
My husband put up a heated shop last fall and OFFERED (!!!I swear I never said a thing) to include a room for the chickens. When we moved them in, String the Alpha Rooster made up a song (sung to the tune of Stuball the Race Horse):
Well, I'm String the Rooster.
And you're lucky I'm yours.
I never drink water.
I only drink Coors.
My beer mug is silver.
And my feeder is gold.
And the price of my chicken coop
Has never been told.
There's more, but it doesn't get any better.
Carol in Minnesota