The Smell

No one prepares you for the smell of chickens. It reminds me of the icky, sweet scent of a newborn's poopy diapers. I can walk in my house and I am surrounded by the cloying smell.

This is probably why everyone else's chickens live outside and not in the bathroom.

The day is drawing closer when the chicks will go home to roost in their newly constructed coop. And what will I be doing that day, other than the happy dance? Sanitizing my son's bathroom!

I have never been so excited about cleaning a bathroom. After bleaching everything in sight, I will open the window and air it out.

As much joy as those nine chicks have brought to our lives, they have also brought enough stench to last a lifetime. So it will be with a happy heart that I welcome them to their new home - 100 feet downwind of mine!