No kidding.
I was at the feed store last month. This lady is buying a small bag of crumbles and a small bag of scratch.
I'm curious so I ask, what kind of animal are you buying that for?
She says, our pet chicken.
I ask, "You mean, you only have one?"
Yes.
"And you keep her alone in a coop all by herself?"
No.. she has the run of the house.
Then I about lose it.
"So where does she poop?"
In a corner of our kitchen on the tile where it's real easy to clean up.
"Does she ever poop any where else?"
Sometimes in her 'nest box' where she sleeps with our dog, but that's easy to clean there too. I just clean it out when I pick up her egg to wash and put in the fridge.
"So how did you get her to just poop in a corner of the kitchen?"
I don't know, she just does. We got her as a chick and she's never left the house
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At this point I was thinking I was living in a version of the Twilight Zone.
It can happen.