I pick up poop daily too, but not chicken poop only dog poop.
SO..I think you might be a little bit more on the crazy side than I am.
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I pick up poop daily too, but not chicken poop only dog poop.
SO..I think you might be a little bit more on the crazy side than I am.
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I do however stare longingly at the chicken poop in the run and try to calculate when it will all be composted and ready for the garden. Ok, so maybe I'm a little psychotic.
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Oh yes, I’m your twin. Back before I ever got chickens, I was “poop scooper extraordinaire” for our seven dogs, seven LARGE dogs! Need I explain? There is no one who can place “pieces” on the pooper scooper in such an orderly fashion only to be able to get to just one more pile better than me. Uh, yup, I could win that contest, fo sho! And lawd have mercy, once the leaves start falling I go absolutely nuts. The poop is there, you just aren’t sure where...little land mines just waiting for someone to step on them.
Once I got chickens I then became obsessed with the little piles as well; some firm and then some not so firm (oh my word that $#!+ stinks). Everywhere, they do not discriminate. They don’t have that “sweet spot” in the yard to always visit, and spin around like a tiny tornado before they squat and deliver. Nope, they leave presents in just the right spots...right where your feet will plant as you’re walking to your car, or to the barn, or to the ..., save those very few “el stinkos” that the dogs take care of for me. Oh yeah, those dogs help me some. I’m just thankful they don’t help with their own! OMG am I ever so thankful.
So, to end this bit of miserable OCD confession, I will conclude by saying, “I’m glad to have a twin, @MrsMcnugget!”