I have a dream . . .

To one day raise chickens in my 0.1 acre backyard in Southwest Minneapolis. What, urban chicken raising you say? Yes - it's all the rage - read about it here, and here (Minneapolis Community Ed even has a class called - Chickens in the City!).


Even though I personally don't eat eggs, there's something about raising chickens and collecting eggs that just appeals to me - like I'm getting back to my roots (my grandparents were farmers!). Many of you that know me think I'm crazy, but my dream goes a little like this:


I get to take a sabbatical from my Corporate America job to raise chickens, tend to a garden, and craft all day long. Every morning I go to collect eggs in my (handmade!) apron. I spend my morning baking (and watching the View - yes this dream does involve cable television and DVR). I spend the afternoon doing crafts of my choice. Doesn't this sound lovely? I realize I will eventually (like 10 days into this experiment) go crazy, but it's a scenario I often day dream about. What is your unrealistic day dream?

And yes - I have been crafting - a lot. My Corporate America job has recently changed and I've found I have a lot more time at night to indulge in knitting and crochet (made Will a hat in 2 nights!) Unfortunately I don't seem to have more time to do things like clean or plaster the kitchen ceiling. Pics coming soon - my photographer has been a little busy.

Comments

Leighann said…
Oh dear, I do not share your dream. I still recall my grandfather asking me to gather the eggs in the chicken house, this was only shortly after he'd talk about how they'd fly on your head and peck at you. Of course I'd say no and was called a "city slicker". To this day I am pretty much afraid of chickens, geese, etc. I do love eating eggs though... :O)
Anonymous said…
I think you should gain some practical experience before investing time and money in your chick dream. On your next trip to southern Illinois, we'll see if we can't make your dream come true :)

RKR
I was raised on a ranch and we had chickens. That was one job I did not like. Hens do not want to give up their eggs and fight you. I would pull them off their nests to collect the eggs and they would run at me. Make it easy on yourself and pick up the eggs at the market. Love Grams
Anonymous said…
I too used to gather eggs for the "family farm" your referring to of your grandparents. Since I did not like the chickens pecking at me (it was so sudden, it was frightful as a little kid) I would stand back and throw corn cobs at the chickens until they left their nest and I could gather the eggs. You would think with all that practice, I would have a better throwing arm and good accuracy today....but then again I didn't hit the chickens very often back then either.

My dream is to remain employed so I can buy my eggs already fried, scrambled, or boiled along with the strips of pig already butchered and fried at my local cafe. Having someone else do the work.....Now THAT's a dream!

Dad
DadsFirstBorn said…
I am starting a "garbage" worm bin using the storage bins... creates a great compost without the smell of chickens...