You know you're addicted to barnyard birds when..
You see eggs rocking and call your SO at 7am, squealing, "WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!!", causing him to power-wash his sinuses with coffee and choke until you start babbling about hatches and 'bators.
You see a desktop fridge and go "OOOH, that'd probably make a neat bator!"
Your friends stage an intervention.
Your SO forbids you to buy eggs at the store, because you read on BYC that some people have hatched them and he's seen that gleam in your eye a lot lately.
You go to the store at 2am with feathers in your hair, poo on your shoes, and a day old chick in your gym bra. And you don't get why people are looking at you funny.
You list "Chicken" on the Languages section of resumes.
A quail using your face as a landing pad becomes your normal morning wake-up call.
In the midst of bow chicka bow wow, your SO makes a noise that's just like one of your birds.. and you giggle and tell him.. and he doesn't kick you out of bed... because that's at least the second time you've mentioned it.
-Spooky
(Who will neither confirm nor deny actual experience with any of those)