#2. You took a day off work because you had a sick chicken, but went to work when you were sick! (Indeed, your co-workers were not surprised; they even cheered when you brought your chicken back from death's door three times.)
#3. You came home with four new chickens, so you could have green eggs, too!
#5. You have instantaneous kinship with other chicken people. They are your flock now.
#6. Someone cared enough about you and your chicken obsession to paint you a personalized chicken portrait of your favorite rooster.
#7. You named your cockatiel "Chicken."
#8. At least 3,792 people tagged you in a post related to chicken sweaters, swings, harnesses, or gigantic purple chicken coops this year. And you liked it, you chicken freak!
#9. You have an inventory of chicken names in stock for the future. (If you watched all the Downton Abbey's and all you could think of was naming your next chickens Lady Mary, Edith, Anna, Mrs. Hughes, Bates, Sybil, Daisy, Cora, and Mrs. Patmore, then you should call me! We should be friends!)
Last, but not least!
#10. Your mother demands a photo calendar of her "Grandchickens" -- and you make a 16-month calendar. 12 is not enough!