Earlier last week New Urban Habitat posted this and boy, did it have a familiar ring to it. In our home, there are half a dozen, okay, a dozen or so of my projects I’ve started littered around the house. Green, Green always sees things through. When he suggests a project he sees it through within a reasonable time period. Enter the idea of keeping chickens. Yeah, everyone and their grandmother is doing the urban chicken thing, doesn’t mean it is a bad idea.
About 18 months ago we had opportunity to housesit for a friend’s mum in the San Francisco area and look after their hens. It was wonderful. At the time we discussed keeping our own hens and then a neighbour, and then a friend also shared their chicken coop love. Green, a farm boy still at heart, was all over it. This weekend we finally took the plunge and now have five chicks a week old or under. Two Rhode Island Reds and three Buff Orpingtons. There are threats of more to come, but seeing as the coop isn’t ready yet, I’m begging for a stay on that matter.