Few of the girls scratching around in the blueberry patch.
Well, I am not sure where to begin.
After suffering chicken envy for years, I caved. The fact is - I smuggled in a few chickens. A local farmer friend was happy to oblige. He tried to get me to cave last year. Where this love of chickens came from I don't know. All I know is... I am not alone. There are a lot of us urban homesteaders out there who secretly long for chickens. My dad sent me this article today, which prompted me to "blow the cover" on the ladies.
Lois nestled in the base of a blueberry bush after taking a dirt bath.
Illegal chickens? Fact is - the rules are vague. We live on almost ten acres of suburban woodland. The neighbors are supportive and one wants to get a few hens too. Actually, the ladies are more quiet than the neighborhood dogs. For now the hens are quietly clucking away in their (mobile) woodland chicken coop. (More on the coop later..)
I never thought I'd be a part of an urban chicken movement. For now, I am gathering data. Feel free to pass along any urban chicken links and articles. I'll take all the info I can get!