Not far from my house is a farm that raises chickens for Tyson. Big trucks carrying food, etc. are constantly turning the corner in front of my house. Then every so often they transport chickens out, and these huge trucks piled high with crates stuffed full of chickens goes by. I can't stand to watch those trucks because I feel so sorry for the poor chickens. In hot weather, it looks like at least half of them are already dead by the time they get to my house. Just looking at those trucks will make you think twice before buying Tyson chicken at the grocery.
About four weeks ago my neighbor who owns the field right in front of my house decided to fertilize his fields using manure from the chicken houses. If you've never had the misfortune to smell chicken manure in large quantities, let me assure you that it is not a pleasant odor. The manure they spread was very, very dry and must have been powder-like in consistency. There were large clouds of manure coming out of the back of the truck spreading it. Some of these clouds headed directly toward my house. I immediately made sure all windows were tightly closed on the house and on the vehicles. I watched as a fine dust of manure mixed with feathers settled on everything outside.
Luckily, the wind shifted after awhile and blew the clouds in the other direction. It was a bit smelly outside for a few days, but after we had a rain the odor was gone. Just one of the joys of living in the country.