So tonight, over Chinese food, Joel asked me what I thought about raising chickens.
I was pretty shocked and kind of excited, and a bit doubtful and curious if it was a joke. I couldn't believe he was serious. Raising chickens has crossed my mind a few times and it's something I've joked about with friends, but I've never shared the idea with Joel.
He even mentioned bees!
The idea is fun.
I buy eggs all the time, and when I occasionally choose the white eggs over the organic, range free eggs I always feel a bit guilty. And I won't even talk about how upset I was when I forgot to freeze a bunch of organic chicken breasts last week.
I never really raised chickens, but we had chickens growing up- in town (laughing). My parents use to get baby chicks and ducks for Easter morning. It was the best memory. But as they got older and louder (the roosters) Dad would give them away to a nearby farm.
I mentioned how much I loved what they did for us on Easter when I was about sixteen and sure enough, that Easter morning there were baby chicks waiting for me in the kitchen one last time. It meant a lot to me.
So here I am, googling for knowledge on raising chickens. I should probably give Dad a call.