You know you're addicted to chickens when...
...Google automatically assumes you want to search for something about chickens.
...Google is usually right.
...your friends and neighbors refer to you as "the crazy chicken lady/man".
...you have a refrigerator (or two) that is just for storing eggs.
...you have converted your garage into a chicken coop and now park your car under a tarp.
...you installed AC in your coops so you can keep varieties that don't tolerate your summers.
...you have more pictures of your chickens than of your own family.
...your profile picture on social networking sites is a picture of one of your chickens.
...you take your chickens' tastes into consideration when buying groceries for yourself.
...the local grocer knows this and sets aside old produce to dump off on you.
...you own coffee mugs, t-shirts, or other items with pictures of your chickens on them.
And finally...
...there's feathers in your hair, poop on your shoes, litter on your pants, and eggs in your pockets, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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