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

When you meet new clients at a party, and start telling them all about your chickens, instead of talking to them about their account
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You know you are addicted to chickens when:

you pin up rooster posters to encourage your hens to lay.

you run the scraps through a food processor so the pieces are tidbit sized.

you grab a cup of coffee and head out to the hen house first thing in the morning.
 
When you relate to all the previous posts!

When all your Facebook posts are about your chickens

When people don't bother to ask "how are you" any more, they ask, "how are your chickens" (Mwah hah hah!)

When you think people's yards are wasted without a coop

When you make hot cereal just to share it with the chickens

When you apologize to your chickens

When you forget how to talk about anything else

(I love chicken people!)
 
...you are without your human children for the first time in recent memory and the first place you go (as I did this morning) is the chicken coop to hang out with the girls...
 
you fall asleep thinking about pen modifications and chicken tractor designs.

you fall asleep in the straw in the chicken pen and wake up to a pullet pecking at your eyebrows.

you look at them and you are filled with joy!
 
...all your chickens have their own Facebook pages...

*Honey Silkiechicken has "liked" the BYC page
*Farmer brown wants to be your friend
*You have 1,008 notifications from Farmville
*Favorite music: cock-a-doodle-doo. Favorite artist: myself.
*Blocked from friend-list: that crazy barnyard cat
*Inbox message to owner: FEED ME I'M HUNGRY!!!

...Wait are you telling me this isn't normal?
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Oh and in Chicken Twitter, you don't Tweet. you CLUCK.
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