Where Are My Eggs?
In April our day-old chicks arrived via the U.S. Postal service. We assembled a brooder box, we hired the Urban Chicken Consultant, and we wiped their bottoms so they didn't get "pasted up". We assembled a coop, we share our kitchen scraps and we play with them daily. Still, we have no eggs.
The chicken consultant says they will lay any day now. But this is Oak Park and I expect my chickens to be advanced in all ways. They live in an architecturally significant coop, with members of diverse breeds, and they only eat organic feed. Still, we have no eggs.
So patient we will be, I guess. We don't have many other options, except stewing about it. Not the chickens, of course.
Sherry Skalko
11:08 am on Monday, September 19, 2011
Fantastic video. Sending good egg thoughts your way!
Marie Perkins
11:23 am on Monday, September 19, 2011
They were sent to you in the mail? How did they breathe? And what about the way that they were transported? Do you think that the Post Office handled them with care or did they just treat them like every other package and throw them around? Unbelievable the callousness people have towards animals. As long as they can produce something for the human, it's okay to treat them like a commodity and not a living, breathing, sentient creature that they are.
Sherry Skalko
12:23 pm on Monday, September 19, 2011
Who knew, right? Actually, it's a common practice. I wasn't aware of that either until a few years ago when more and more urban farms were popping up:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jenna-woginrich/a-beginners-guide-to-city_b_127252.html