Posted on 01/10/2009 1:10:37 PM PST by JoeProBono
If you picked up a carton of eggs at the store this week, they probably set you back about $1 or $1.50. The organic, cage-free kind costs more like $3. But some urban and suburbanites are skipping the store entirely when it comes to things like eggs and honey and turning instead to their own backyards. Whether from tighter food budgets or local-eating ideals, more and more people are petitioning their cities to allow small animal husbandry.
Aw. Hes a cute little ham sandwich.
Maybe not brave. Maybe REEL fast!
Just Dammmm!
Now I don’t want to eat chicken. Yeesh.
That became my husband's attitude the first (and only) time he ate rattle snake. He was told it tastes like chicken, now he says chicken tastes like rattler :)
Yeah, the fragrance is one reason.
I’ve been near chicken coops on farms and prefer that they stay there.
In Colombia (SA) the people feed their guinea pigs scraps from the kitchen. When they’re big enough it’s dinner time.
Ostrich is great.
Tastes like beef.
Really....
LOL. Love those pics!!!
My Grandma McCoy, in her 80s, lived right outside town, and had chickens. I guess they were free range, they roosted in an old garage, and went where they wanted.
She told me once the chickens just came there, and she started feeding them.
Granny has been deceased since the 1970s. I was talking to my aunt (her daughter) last night and said something about it to her. She laughed, and told me the rest of the story. She said the Hoskins Drug Store in town (which still has a lunch counter and serves plate lunches) used to raise all the chickens they used (and the eggs) out on a farm in Dutch Valley, and the road from there to town ran right past Granny’s house.
One day a truck carrying chickens to the farm crashed on the road near Grandma’s house,and the chickens got loose. My aunt said there were chickens everywhere. Grandma bought some chicken feed and pretty soon she had permanent visitors.
To this day I’ve never eaten a fried egg as delicious as those my Granny cooked. Of course she raised 10 kids during the Depression, and spent very few years without raising chickens. So I can see how she’d be inclined to put out a welcome mat to roaming chickens.
What a great story!!!
As soon as I hit the post button I knew I was going to regret the owl reference!!!!!
Thanks for the great chuckles.
Thanks for the story and the ping, Girl.
When I was a kid we lived next door to my Grandparents and they had about an acre lot. My Grandad had fruit trees and always planted a large garden and my Grandma had a chicken house and raised them for eggs and meat, didn’t know what a white egg was until I was older. I learned to chop off the chickens heads when I was still pretty young, PETA wasn’t around then as I recall. LOL!
This was in town, not out in the country. Many others raised chickens and I remember the roosters crowing early in the mornings. I suppose it couldn’t be done now, people would complain of the noise.
Eww
Notice the strategic brick (or wooden block), probably used to crush dinner’s leetle haids before it could escape the pot.
Yummmy! LOL
What do you do with chicken poop in NYC?
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