This woman really cares about her chickens, but I am not sure how much I really care about that. I was hoping for more information about what it is like to have chickens and care for them, but there were a lot of tangents that touched on the authors personal life that I did not care for too much and that I felt were not too relevant. I also was not a fan of how she kept saying "yay space nuts" and other colloquialisms randomly throughout the book, nor her obsession with chicken poop. I get that livestock manure is important in farming and agriculture because it has nutritional value to give back to the earth, but it felt like most of it was just her saying how it is a treasure and nothing really of value about it besides how much she praises it and is grateful for it. Not sure that I would recommend this to someone who wants nonfiction on chickens, but maybe more to someone who is also passionate about chickens as a heartfelt family pet and just wants to bask in that.