Growing up in southeastern Minnesota, I of course was able to visit pig farms. The small scale but still industrial model pig farms were very stinky places. I've heard that chicken farms are even worse smelling than pig farms, and if so they must be horrendous places.
Fortunately where I am now, even though we do have chickens, I can breathe freely. Every morning I take a trip to a local restaurant and get some of their previous day's garbage, which we use to create compost as well as feed the animals. When I pour it out I get to see the high quality of the ingredients they use at the restaurant, and have said often that just seeing their garbage makes me want to eat there.
Today I got the OK from the owner of the restaurant to talk about it. The restaurant is the Tuckaway Tavern & Butchery in Raymond. Three of my Facebook friends have already liked their page, and after having eaten lunch there today I can see why.
But back to the chickens. All day long I walk by the compost pile, which the chickens attack with abandon, and enjoy the smell of great salad. No foul stench of fowl, just fresh locally grown vegetables. Its no wonder that when I open the chicken coop in the morning they make a mad dash to feast.