A lot of the end times and survival crowd have been advocating learning to raise chickens as a source of meat and eggs if things got crazy. It seems they were right all along.
My daughter and SIL just bought huge chunk of land and their house will be ready by summer. They will raise chickens, and she’s always been a great gardener, lots of veggies, herbs, and flowers too. But her former 10 acre lot was, in her opinion, not large enough for those darned noisy chickens.
They now have far more land in seriously rural territory, 30 miles from the Columbia River that separates US from Canada. Living for the moment in relative’s small rental house. Saw them for Christmas and they told me that all the neighbors raise something and share with everyone else. They’ve “never had more fun in their lives”.
I’m not moving up there, too entrenched with friends, stores and fabulous medical care here, not that I need it. I’ve lived here almost 15 years and had a five-day cold one year. Period.
I hate being 80 miles from them, but at least it’s not 800.