The Chicken Lady
I recently wrote an article entitled, Urban Chicken Farming, for This Land Press. I met the most amazing urban chicken farmers and discovered why there seemed to be a movement to raise chickens within city limits.
This lovely lady resides in a neighborhood I could only dream of affording, and yet we are connected by a strange love of chickens. She’s named each of her little feathery friends, feeds them treats each day when she gets off work and knows their personalities.
She loves to hold her chickens as if they were pets. In fact, they’re so used to being handled, this little chicken lady wasn’t upset that I was all up in her biz-ness.
I love how the reptilian claws are attached to the feathered hen. It’s always been a dichotomy of fluffy and scaly to me.
According to the chicken’s owner, this is the most photogenic of the hens. I have a feeling this wasn’t the chicken’s first photo shoot…
After a couple of hours spent talking about the benefits and the superior taste of one’s own fresh eggs, along with the companionship the brood provides, it’s no wonder this chicken owner is enthusiastic about her pet of choice. She’s embraced the title of “Urban Chicken Farmer”.
Who knows-I may just be next.
my mother has chickens in beautiful downtown Brenham, Texas. She calls them “chickies” and spoils them with scraps. They reward her with eggs like I have never tasted. However, they claw up her entire empty adjoining lot, and I worry she’ll trip in one and break a hip. The Yin and Yang of chicken.
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