Chickens, eggs, and moving to Green Acres.

I have been thinking about chickens lately.

My friend Techno Doll raises chickens.

She brought to my attention of how horrid it is for caged chickens on chicken/egg farms. This has been on my mind.

I will only purchase cage free eggs now.

But, then somehow this has gotten deeper into my psyche.

Lo and I saw someone selling roosters/hens on the side of the road the other day.

I said: Wouldn’t it be cool to have our own chickens to make our own eggs?

She agreed with me and immediately named our rooster: Hank.

So, if I have room for a veggie garden, why not a hen house?

Green acres is the place for me.

Not.

But, it was on my mind.

I dreamt that we were putting in a hen house. I was going to get 3 hens and one rooster. Hank.

But you know, it would not end there. It never ends there, soon I would have a goat (or 6) and perhaps a cow.

I would name the cow: Daisy.

Then, someone things got confuzzled.

Next thing I knew, my Aunt needed an egg. MY EGGS.

She wanted to have another baby.

(and apparently she wanted to be in medical books too)

So, I of course gave her some of my Eggs.

So weird.

I will not eat eggs for a while.

Oh, and don’t buy regular eggs. Please. If we all halt buying from caged farms, they would eventually have to change their ways.

Only buy Cage free, or even try to buy from a local farmer who has cage free hens. (none in my area, I already searched, but you may have luck!)

Chickens have feelings too. If you want to see how bad they have it, you can google chicken egg farms and see.

Or look at the video that Techno Doll has on her site. (click link above)

It is not pretty.

Am I being a downer today? I hope not.

All photos borrowed from Flickr creative commons.