Not sure how I got started on this Backyard Chicken kick. Really. I have no idea. Usually I remember the exact moment when my crazy lightbulbs go off, but not this time. All I remember is suddenly saying to my husband that I might want to try raising some chickens. I didn't realize how many times I'd said this to him until I noticed on his facebook status a post stating that "my wife is talking about raising chickens. I thought she was kidding around, but I have this funny feeling that she is serious. WTF?" (I'm thinking his use of the word "funny" was meant to be "funny-weird", not "funny-haha". And his use of the phrase WTF was meant to be well, uhm, literal. Oh well.) This was back in November. It is now almost March and I have a story to tell you. Pictures included. It's a good story. I'll even include step-by-step directions on how to raise chickens from hatch to heaven (or from birth to freezer camp.)
If you are thinking about raising chickens in your backyard, thinking of becoming an urban chicken keeper, or just want to tick off your husband with a not-so-crazy-afterall hobby, then check back in the coming days for a no-nonsense (okay, maybe a little nonsense), day-by-day account of my journey into "Chickendom."
First a little about the name of this blog - and the name of my backyard chicken kingdom, aka hobby farm, Cackleberry Keep and the Hens of Anarchy.
"Cackleberry" is an old-fashioned word for egg. You might remember this from your childhood days if you grew up in the country or if your grandma and grandpa had a farm. Makes sense, right? Visualize, okay? "Keep", if your heritage is English or Scottish or Irish, Gaelic, Celtic or similar (mine is Scottish), is an old timers' word for a protective structure, such as a castle, or in this case such as a chicken coop. Chicken Coops are meant to protect chickens from predators. That is pretty much their sole purpose. In my case, however, another purpose is to provide eye-candy in my backyard.
Yes, that is a golf course in the background. Yes, we are raising chickens next to a golf course. Yes, a golf course. In the city. And it is perfectly LEGAL! More on that in another post.
Back to the name ... The Hens of Anarchy is my salute to the show Sons of Anarchy. Don't know why, I'm not a motorcycle person AT ALL, but I just love that show. (Probably has something to do with the lead character Jax. Such a hunk a burnin' love.) It is also a tongue-in-cheek mock, reflective of all of the doomsday predictions in late 2012. You know, Mayan Calendar predicting the end of the world and such.
Okay, enough for this post. You get the gist. Next post will be about Day One, also known as How To Order Chicks. No wait, Day One should be about How To Convince Your Spouse That Raising Chickens In The Backyard Is A Good Idea.
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