The Romance of Owning Chickens

Paul

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

Ice, practically having to move on my hands and knees to get to the coop.

From the shed door

Snow – every. single. day.

Poop

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.

Eggs

But this is what it’s all about – fresh and delicious.  Found in my backyard.

140915 Coop in Garden

Soon enough things will look like this again and all of us will be much happier.

6 thoughts on “The Romance of Owning Chickens

  1. I’m smiling as I comment because I will then get up and go do my chores including feeding and watering the chickens because water doesn’t last long int the coop when it is -8. But, our chickens aren’ laying which really causes one to understand why my grandfather didn’t keep chickens in the winter. Enjoy your fresh eggs, and I haven’t taken my Yaktrax off my boots for weeks.. 🙂

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