Book lust strikes again! I don’t own chickens nor do I intend to, but this book makes me want to have chickens. My neighbors have them and I reap the benefits of fresh eggs. You would think I could just enjoy the vicarious pleasure of the “girls” as they cluck away the days. I hear them every morning when I meditate. They sound like they’re laughing. So, the idea of having a contented brood of chickens in one of these suave houses appeals to me. Spend time with chickens and you’ll understand the peace and joy they impart. For now, I’ll just drool over the book. And don’t worry, we’ll have a drool-free copy for you to check out.