If you live in another part of the country, (or in the countryside, for that matter) you may not be aware of the wildfire that has been sweeping our Northwest urban landscape: backyard chickens. Keeping city chickens has gotten so popular around these parts that there's actually an advertising campaign that lovingly spoofs it.
Well, I've been going back and forth in my mind for a few years about the idea of keeping chickens. We eat LOTS of eggs (2-3 dozen a week), so it makes sense from a practical standpoint. Also, my son has been pestering us for a pet bird. Admittedly, he was talking about a parrot, not a chicken, but beggars can't be choosers, right? On the downside, I've always been somewhat repulsed by fads. In high school, I would stop wearing my hair a certain way or choosing certain clothes if more than a few people started doing it. My husband has also been a hard sell in the chicken debate.
Anyway, after much deliberation and the suggestion that learning all about chicken care would be a great focus for our urban 4-H club, we have decided to take the plunge. So I introduce to you:
(a Speckled Sussex)
Kyriarcho (a Silver Laced Wyandotte)
The name apparently means "dominant one" in Greek...my son's bird.
Rose or Rosie
(a Red Star)
(a Golden Sex Link)
It's been pointed out to me that all but one of these is a stripper name. Oh well. We are looking forward to our great new adventure. I'll let you know how it goes...