that being said- my reprise of autocratic bloginess- i would like to talk about chickens.
*please note that this post was started on the heels of 'robin', but my computer batteries sudden death stopped me from writing for awhile.
in addition to bunnies, i would really like some chicky chickens in my life. (benefit of bunnies= watching them be cute while sleeping and lopping around! benefits of chickens= eggs.) i have investigated the requirements for gaining a zoning variance to allow me to keep chickens in the city limits, but have met with some resistance from the mancave, for this is where chickens would actually be housed. understandable, who wants to have chickens? i do! but the mancave space is already being co-opted for shley's rooftop garden project, so chickens might have to wait their turn in the greater scheme of urban farm living.
my desire to keep chickens is strengthened by weekly encounters i have with the chicken lady. not, "straight from my body onto your plate", but might as well be- she's a little cluckish in her body language and prone to excitement over
'her girls', but is very nice and yesterday BROUGHT ME EGGS!! hoorah! i got six eggses from her metrochicks, along with knowledge as to which body produced which egg. "the biggest one is henrietta's, the two pale ones are rosie's." perfect chicken names, no? i wonder if she has a camilla, cause when i get chickens i'm going to name them all camilla, like george foremen's kids. camilla one, camilla two, etc.
i wonder if, when i finally do acquire some on-site egg producers, i will fall into the strange phenomenon that is: bird-keeper's excessive pride in their birds. all the people i know that have birds, of any kind- chickens, parakeets, parrots- have this habit of puffing out their chest about their feathered creatures. i had a class with a woman that actually brought her bird TO CLASS so that we could admire it and talk about how beautiful and royal she was. chicken lady talks about 'her girls' as though they are offspring and will go on about them at the drop of a hat. some people are like that about their himalyen cats or purebreed rat dogs, some about birds. cluck cluck.
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Did Henrietta and Rosie's eggs have better flavor/quality or whatever than store bought eggs? It has been so long since I've eaten fresh eggs I don't remember if the taste difference is significant.
One thing to keep in mind: Where one has hens, one needs a rooster, and in urban areas a rooster can be a noise issue. The neighbors at the mancave might not appreciate an early morning wakeup call. And the darn things DO crow. I lived near one once.
Camilla is a great name.
Aunty K, if I had known you were jonesing for a good fresh egg, I would ahve sent you home with a dozen straight-from-the-farm-on-to-your-plate fresh eggs from our Italian immigrant friend in Seymour, Attilio!
We can add fresh eggs to Fat Tire on your list of Springfield groceries.
And, yes, they're WAY better than the store eggs.
i have not yet tried the chicken lady eggs, but have high hopes for their orange yummy centers. i'm not sure whether she has a rooster- i thought you only needed one of those to fertilize an egg and that the hens will keep popping them out anyway if he's not around, but i could be wrong. hm. a mancave rooster wouldn't be that alarming to the neighborhood, though- it's pretty ghetto over there and the adjacent backyard is a shitpit of random dogs that bark all the time. the dogs keep changing, too, which adds ever more to the ethical infractions taking place there: stinking dog poo everywhere, small space, different dogs all the time. what are they doing?? the authorities have been called a number of times but apparently the people are doing the bare minimum to avoid a serious animal welfare violation. so to them i would say, "go ahead, call about our rooster noise. then the o-thorities can come over and see what the REAL problem is, you fucking abusive white trash ninkompoops."
ah.
that anonymous person was me....
Not that you're bitter or anything...
A rooster seems a fitting neighbor for such critters, homo sapien and canine.
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