I dream of a better world, where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.
Today on Chicken Shit Sunday, we have some shits from 
Without further adoo-doo...the shart!
A collective noun for shits should be a smelling.
Or maybe a a fecus
This last one has a certain halo about it. The feather in back gives it the soft glow of an angel. A Holy Shit, if you will.
My chickens are still in chicken prison. We started letting them out this evening for some foraging and will continue to let them out in the evenings to prevent egg laying in strange places.
The husband still hasn't culled the roosters. I'm thinking more and more that two more of the 3 month-old chickens are roosters, too. That will make six roosters. Tooooo many roosters.
Here are some of their shits from this week. Now that we are allowing them some free time, I should be able to find some more artistic ones with better surroundings.
Shit on a Blue Plastic Roof
The key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by smashing the egg.
Sugar Cube and the shit I witnessed the appearance of
So that's it for this week's edition of Chicken Shit Sunday! Please submit your photos, by either linking to them in the comments or by posting your own and using the tag #chickenshitsunday. If I missed any shits this week, they will be featured in next week's edition. Thanks for joining us! I hope you got a laugh!