on city-dwellers and the phenomenon of urban chickens [mpr]

i would so totally do this, but i'm thinking this is so totally much more work than i think it is that i most totally will keep buying my eggs at the store. or from that egg dude at the farmers market. that egg dude has nice eggs, btw.

http://minnesota.publicradio.org/display/web/2007/06/18/chickencoops/

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  1. Scott McGerik thought:

    When we lived in north Minneapolis, there was a chicken that hung out in the yard across the alley from us. The occupants of this changed frequently but were mostly Hmong. I think one of them had the chicken.

    I remember one of the older girls, who could speak English rather well and was always talking to me when I was working in the garden, being very upset one day because someone had stolen their chicken. She blamed the theft on a Somali family down the street.

    Somewhere else in the neighborhood was a rooster. I would occasionally hear it in the early morning. A neighbor claimed it was owned by an employee of the city pound who lived on the adjacent block.

    My wife's cousin had chickens. Unfortunately, she never followed through with getting the necessary neighborhood approval and permits so after about a year she had to get rid of them.

    It was kinda fun because she was neighbors with a waitress from Psycho Suzi's who my wife and I were friendly with. So, we would often ask her (the waitress) how the chickens were doing.

    That's it for my chicken stories. :)

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