You know you're a Poultry Permie when :
Your neurosurgeon starts to take your questions about "Could the infection have been triggered by something from my back coop? As far as I know, I haven't been around any other potential source of anaerobic bacteria," seriously, because your husband nods and says "We'll have to rethink that move on the back section, then.". And that starts off a whole discussion best described as "Poultry Husbandry for Neurosurgeons". (The answer was "No", btw)
Your martial arts instructor is used to you having to skip class because "These (baby whatevers) just came in and I can't get the brooder set-up to stabilize." And the office staff will be mollified about your absence as long as you bring pictures and video of the new little peepers.
You get asked if the name of your new gosling can be something of a prize for the kids at the dojo to work for - attendance and other things on a point system, and the kids can win different things, and they want to name your fluffball. So you now have a gosling named "Betelgoose".
You have other adults at the dojo who ask "Are you still doing chickens?" (which, really? What do you think I'm *doing* with chickens?) which is just an open door for a conversation about CSAs and how you'd be open to raising more birds, but you need the support of someone willing to either front the money for the building of infrastructure, or willing to sign up for a weekly "subscription" for meat and/or eggs. Like "Don't come at me, bro. I just got off the mats and need to get home to do the work that your book says only takes 15 minutes a day." (eye roll)
When those same people get a bit twitchy because you already have 7 people who are on some sort of egg delivery schedule and payment plan, and until the pullets start laying, you won't have additional eggs to sell. "But the ones in the store are so expensive!" Well, yeah. I thought you didn't want either a CSA or subscription agreement. These people do - and are already on the list.
When your Primary Care doctor asks you about what's going on with the flock, before anything else, and has advice about what to do when you get another weird injury.
When your neurologist throws his hands up and just shakes his head because you aren't giving up raising poultry, having a garden, or karate, but those keep you motivated to keep doing your exercises so he can't complain.
When your endocrinologist stops talking about how you should be doing more cooking at home because you finally get her to understand that thanks to being able to rethink your pantry, all you eat is homemade.