Yesterday, for about an hour, I was convinced that I wanted to raise my own chickens.
It stemmed from a simple Google search on how to make your own Easter egg dye. In an attempt to save myself a couple of dollars on Easter egg dye I quickly made the leap to save money by making my own eggs. Almost immediately I found myself searching sites devoted to the practice of chicken-raising. I searched for coops, both d.i.y. kits and the more costly pre-assembled variety. (Mine would reside quite nicely under our deck. By all considerations it was an ideal location.) I researched municipal codes and what was required to get a permit allowing me to house fowl on my property. I downloaded the application for said permit. I looked for what costs I would accrue if I undertook this venture. I briefly read some forums devoted to the subject, perused varieties of chickens available, including their best propaganda- pictures of day-old chicks. At least one statement in the forums gave me pause- the one cautioning someone against putting 2 roosters in with 8 hens, stating that they would 'ride your poor hens till they couldn't stand.' Surprisingly, at this point I was still considering the endeavor. I simply made a mental note not to include more than one rooster, if any, with my hens. Luckily for everybody, this notion seemed to dissipate almost as quickly as it arose. I think it had something to do with the daily fecal removal, the fact that the city application required them to consult 5 of my immediate neighbors, and a nagging feeling that this might, perhaps, be a fleeting interest.
So I went back and read about how to make my own Easter egg dye.
We don't eat that many eggs.