It is very appealing to think of keeping chickens. I imagine myself scattering seed in the early morn, then gathering the eggs gently into my apron. Blogs have saved me from this false (or perhaps “dramatically incomplete” would be a better word) imagery: reading other people’s chicken-raising experiences has made me feel (1) like I really could keep chickens if I wanted to, and also (2) deeply grateful, as I put a carton of grocery-store eggs into my shopping cart.
Still, the chickens continue to appeal. I have a two pieces of chicken-related art in my kitchen: one of a hen and her chicks, and one deceptively representing our kitchen as a place where fresh eggs can be purchased. They are an excellent way to enjoy chickens without the various downsides, and I have considered acquiring more of those instead of acquiring chickens (or bees, which I think are going to replace chickens as the new house-farm hotness).
Farm Bureau Co-op Chicks (photo from Amazon.com). This would go well with other prints in my kitchen—I have quite a few of those fake/reproduction vintage signs for food and coffee and…chickens.
Chickens Wearing Shoes (photo from ChasingtheCrayon on Etsy). I didn’t even notice at first that they were wearing shoes. Now I badly want to know what kind of shoes the brown chicken is wearing.
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