For years, decades actually, I wanted a small flock of chickens. I dreamed of them do their chicken thing – foraging, interacting with one another, hanging out in the backyard, producing beautiful eggs for my breakfast. It was another step towards producing my own food. I didn’t come into this unaware of the realities of farming. I had spent my childhood and teenage years surrounded by farm animals – horses, cows, goats, sheep and chickens. I was familiar with the smells and maintenance involved.
What I wasn’t prepared for was this –
Ice, practically having to move on my hands and knees to get to the coop.
Snow – every. single. day.
And chicken poop, the quantity can boggle the mind. Even better when it is frozen into the box and you have to use a putty knife to clean it.
But this is what it’s all about – fresh and delicious. Found in my backyard.
Soon enough things will look like this again and all of us will be much happier.