I've always wanted to live in the country...or the big city. Seeing as I'm living in a no-man's land between the two, I am venturing into urban chicken farming. It all started when I was bemoaning the fact that my then 5 year old son ate 2 eggs each morning. After receiving the providencial gift of fresh eggs from a neighbour, I was inspired- we shall have our very own chickens! My egg-eating son has been excited for months and tomorrow is the big day that we go "pick up chicks"! I am doing this under a cloak of municiple darkness, however. This is how I will justify my actions before town council: I know exactly where my food comes from (at least in the egg department for now), have pesticide-free pest control (significant, given our provinces wise bans on such chemicals), bond with my family as we teach our son about nature, responsibility and nurturing. Chickens are beautiful, amusing, reduce stress, eat your table scraps..need I go on?I have been told as well that owning chickens is a spiritual experience. That's where God's forgiveness comes in...
