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I Could Have Chickens


I grew up in the country.  Pigs, cows, horses and chickens were part of the menagerie.  I no longer live in the country.  I’m now a city girl…and quite frankly, I love it!  However, there are times when the allure of the country life is quite strong.

So, now for an alternative:  Portland is huge on “urban farming.”  This includes not only growing lots of veggies and fruits, but also having a limited number of animals.  Not long ago, the news aired a program on a family that raised goats.  Their place was complete with raised planks and ramps for the goats to trot around on.  It delighted neighbors, especially the kids (no pun intended.)

I don’t really want to go that far … I like having fresh herbs, tender spring lettuce and handfuls of just-picked berries.  I have an affinity for goat cheese, but I don’t want to buy a goat.  Chickens though … you just can’t beat fresh eggs that have golden yellow yolks that actually tastes like an egg.

In order to have chickens in the city, you have to abide by a few rules.  You are limited to three critters, be it rabbits, chickens or goats.  If you want more animals roaming in your backyard, you will need to apply for a permit.  Of course, chickens need a pen.  They are “kept” birds after all; food, water, plenty of sun and some protection from the elements – pretty simple.

The hard part is convincing my husband of their merits.  He loves eggs for breakfast (my first argument).  Chickens provide natural, organic fertilizer (translated poop) for my gardens (argument number two).  And finally, when that didn’t work, much like a little kid, I looked at him and said “Well, I could have chickens!”

Alas, I am sans chicken ~ Missy

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