THIS. This is exactly how I feel.At this stage in my life I come home from work to tend to my flock and think, "I'd rather be out here cleaning up poo than ...." - I fill in the blank with whatever headache happened.
There are some days where I'm just super exhausted and think of what it would be like with no poultry chores.
I am a career-oriented person, but more and more, I find I'd much rather be with my flock than working. But there are days (like when the duckies get into the broody coop and make a huuuuge mess or when Bryony the Welsummer has bumblefoot again or...) that I think I might be falling out of love with chicken life. But that feeling is always temporary.
I think that, for me, chickens aren't a hobby; they are a way of life. Sounds cheesy, but it's accurate here at Auntie's lil homestead.