How is that for a wake up call?
Over the Memorial Day holiday we spent a large part of one of the days at a local farm...5 hours...most of the time in the chicken coop.
There were very few visitors, so we felt like we had the whole place to ourselves. The farm education director was able to spend a good deal of time with us - telling us each of the type of chicken -white leghorn, orpington, barred plymouth rock, derbyshire redcap- and even their nicknames.
The Japanese Bantams were our favorite.
The boys made a game of trying to catch every chicken in the coop at least once. Every few seconds someone was coming to me, arms full of chicken, "Mom I caught another one." I would take the chicken from him, and let the poor soul go back to scratching around.
Hannah and Diane and Molly and Chrystal and Molly and Amy all have had chickens for quite a while now.
This morning while I was wandering around the garden, I couldn't help but think about how nice it would be to be letting chickens out to peck around as part of my morning ritual. Our neighborhood is not zoned for agriculture, but there is debate within the city as to whether you could keep them as "pets" or not.
I hate to go ahead and get chicks, only to have someone show up on my doorstep telling me we can't keep them. We are friends with all of our neighbors, but I haven't actually asked them if they would object.
Scout, despite her hunting nature, has learned to leave the ducks alone, so we would probably be able to teach her to leave the chickens be.
I'm going to keep checking with the city and researching.
Until then, I guess we'll just visit Polly and Cotton and Mr. James at the farm when we can.