I find my self saying "OH chicken shit!" with far to much frequency and literal intent, especially while walking back to bed after pissing (generally a safe operation with out foot wear) at 3:00 AM this morning. The chickens and ducks, all 8 million of them, have figured out that their food is kept in Rania's and My room (which some people also call the garage [because that's what it is]). Accordingly they congregate in front of our door ever morning and afternoon and whenever else they are hungry. Unfortunately the feeling of hunger and the need to relieve ones self of amazing quantities of feces, urine, and urates (which are wrapped up in one "nice neat" package) are apparently inseparable experiences for chickens. Now bare in mind they don't just drop a little here and there, I mean they do, but more to the point it looks like several chickens all decided to take the biggest dump of their lives all in the same three or four spots between our door and the house, building mountainous piles of chicken shit.
this is what chicken droppings are suppose to look like (for a size comparison this is about the size of a quarter)
and this is a photograph taken just outside our door. please not the chicken to turd ratio is just amazing. Also note the incessant screaming which wakes us up ever morning at five not because they want food but just cause (seems to be the only time in the day that they don't want to eat).
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