Mine is always "Save that poop for the compost/garden." and "Don't throw that out! Give it to the chickens!" -referring to my husband always attempting to throw away his food scraps.
How can I manage to walk barefoot all the way around the house and through the "coop" without stepping on poop but you (DH) walk to the truck and manage to track it everywhere on your shoes?
Me to hubby: You know you spend too much time with the chickens when the highlight of your day is realizing you managed to clean out all four pens without stepping in one poop or gtting pooped on.
My 11yo son singing, "I like hen butts and I cannot lie!"
"Ow! That's a freckle, not a bug."
"Oh, Tweeters!" -- how the babies are greeted every morning.
"That window isn't big enough! They need to see out while they're on the perch AND while they're eating." -- to DH while picking out a window for the coop.
"Why do you have a bowl of garbage on your counter?" -- friend to me. "It's the Tweeters' treat bowl, not garbage!" -- my reply