We have four chickens in the house right now. Again. The four are molting and look like they got caught in the machinery in a duct tape factory. We can’t have them suffering out in the cold shed, so we brought them inside so we can suffer. Yeah, cute as they are, they sure stink up the place. And what’s up with the dropping of little chicken grenades into their food bowl? It’s the only thing I can think of to explain why we have chicken feed from one end of the kitchen to the other.