So after cleaning up my gardens for the umpteenth time, washing poop off my patio and worrying whether or not they were on my neighbor's property I decided to revoke my chicken's free-ranging privileges. I went out this morning to change their water and food and like the bunch of jailbirds they are, tried to pour out of the coop, desperate for freedom. They have a wonderful run, about 75 sq ft+ per bird, lots of composted dirt on which to scratch, sun- in short they live better than some people in third world countries. My problem is guilt. I know I shouldn't feel it but I do a bit. They're chickens after all and their fate could be a lot worse- like on Purdue's farm. I'm sure I will get over it- probably with every clean patio I see and pachysandra that actually still has it's roots in the ground- but for now I'm ashamed to admit I don't feel good about it.