You know when you are addicted to chickens when...

You stop to view every flock along the road. (Actually did this just about a half an hour ago.)

You are in an art gallery and spend all of your time admiring rural scenes containing chickens. (That would be me on our trip to Europe.)
 
When you get your first chicks and keep them in a rubbermaid box in the basment and you just about puke from the smell... 1 year later, you're out with the animals and you can't smell a thing, but your mom is always complaning about the smell.
 
When you get your first chicks and keep them in a rubbermaid box in the basment and you just about puke from the smell... 1 year later, you're out with the animals and you can't smell a thing, but your mom is always complaning about the smell.


:D This is so true :D
 

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