Here's the thing about chickens.
They poop. A lot. And the poop in places that make you gag a little. Like the front steps and the back deck. So anyone who visits you must step around a mound of poo and anyone walking through your kitchen will see a mountain range of poop even if you hosed off the deck six minutes earlier.
They also make quite a bit of noise. They "talk" to you and each other. They squawk and bawk and tap and chatter. Some times are louder than others, like how they sound like they've found a mini-megaphone while egg laying. And heaven forbid something freaks them out -- expect the neighbors to mention it.
But the other things are really great. Like how they come visit you and eat oats out of your hand (which will always tickle and make you laugh). And how your kids giggle and smile just looking at them.
See? Now who doesn't want a chicken in her backyard?
(Side note: I will get Lulu on a scale. Believe it!)