There is a post that should be on here, but I can't make my smart phone (clearly we know who is smarter!) give it up. It was about the sad, sad loss of my chickens to suburban ideals. Our county forbids the keeping of farm animals like cows, pigs, sheep, and chickens. Personally, I tend to think that one of those things is not at all like the others, but I recognize that that's a rather unusual perspective. In August the city animal control officer dropped by and gave us a notice to get rid of the chickens, or else. After N's original impulse to move and rent our house out to slobs "Just to show 'em!" blew over, we decided to sell our three beautiful, just-started-laying hens. And build a privacy fence.
The perfect backyard flock, enjoying some clover |
Good news about this: I sold the hens for $25 apiece on craigslist and had my pick of buyers. It turns out there are many people in our area with privacy fences, and no good sources of backyard chicken flocks. This is more than enough money to...err...not replace our chickens six months later.
Without the old fences our yard feels really open |
Also, sometime that day or the next, despite our best efforts to keep him away from it, N got a nasty case of poison ivy that eventually became seriously infected. However, he is finally on the mend and we are really close to finishing the replacements for the two fences we removed. Once that is done our yard will be at least as private as it was before. With less and less daylight each day, we are in quite a hurry to tear down the third (and final) chain-link and finish the job. In the meantime, the kids think our totally non-OSHA approved yard is fantastic!
The boys climbing on the wood piles |
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