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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