You might be a crazy chicken lady if...
you would swear on a stack of bibles that your chicken(s) speak English- not just understand it but also speak it....
Part of my conversation with Henrietta, the chicken, yesterday:
me: "Henrietta, do you want some apple?"
Hen: "Ah- pl?"
She said it with the same intonation and the same inflection as I did! The exact same notes as I did- and I mean pitch perfect! It was a miracle, I'm tellin' ya!
When I tell other people about this miracle my husband drops his head, shakes it, looks at the floor and
wonders if there are any support groups that might be able to help.........
Or if you took your Buff Brahma rooster onto the driveway at midnight to crow a Happy New YEARS to the neighborhood!! Three years ago we had new chicks and they all roosted in the Christmas tree for the evening (no lights)!!
Your husband and mine maybe ought to meet. Maybe they could help us organize a group for chicken addic..... wait, that's where we are!!! YAY!!!!!
You might be a CCL if you just bid on your batch of dream eggs on eBay even though you don't own an incubator, your good broodies aren't broody, and you'll have to wheedle your 10yo son's friend into using HER incubator to hatch your expensive eggs for you.
I was outbid though, dang it. I almost cried! But I can't bid another dime, because I can't admit to hubby that I actually bid... he'll have me committed for sure this time.
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Sometimes you don't even have to touch the bugs.
In the late fall, when the temperatures began to drop, the grasshoppers began clinging to the side of the out-buildings just high enough that the chickens couldn't reach them. So, when I was on my evening stroll, I'd pick my chickens up so they could "catch" the bugs off the side of the buildings. We all ( that means everybirdie ) miss the warmer temperatures!