(black) chicken farm

I swear we are living on the grounds of a chicken farm. We have bleating crippled chicks which die in the morning in the dining room, egg incubators in the living rooms, violent hens that peck half to death at you when you walk out the door and roosters which crow at 4 am in the morning- sometimes only 2 hours after you sleep. But it’s all good for the experience right? And it’s enough excitement to keep me busy in the holidays.