Chicken people rule!!! Woohoo!![]()
Seriously though...chicken people get me. Non-chicken people...they wrinkle up their noses at me and say, "You own chickens?" like I just said I eat live maggots or something.

"Don't you need a rooster for eggs?"
"Nope."
"Does she lay eggs?'
"Yes. They're greenish-blue." (talking about our EE.)
"Do you actually eat them?!"
"Of course! They're delicious."

I ended up teaching a mini egg science unit for the children at the school. Now we have a waiting list for our eggs.
Chickens are addictive. Once you can see that behind your breakfast egg is a little person that loves life, has friends and is able to communicat joy and sadness, everything changes and you begin to think about the bacon, milk, cheese and suddenly the car you drive is less importen than the food you eat and where it comes from. You begin to think about the earthworm population in your garden and discover that everytime you walk into your yard you stand on top of a hidden world full of creatures that secretly talk to your plants, negotiate the terms for supply contracts, building homes and habitats.
For non-chicken people the day you talk about your hens getting bored b/c of the rain, you get weird. How on earth can such a bird brain complain about the weather? And when you mention that you think about a plan to make your worm population happy, most people stop talking to you.
And yes I confess to live in a fairytail only that the wizzards are eathworms, the pixies are beatles and the fairys are hens.
"When I bought my farm I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes, as little did I know what sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying." Ralph Waldo Emerson
Baking bread, canning and making jelly and jam, eating a breakfast of your own harvest and work. These activities are amazing eye openers. Eating food you produced is a grateful, rewarding experience.
Most of us are standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst.
I tramp thru the woods, enjoy the company of my chickens, feed my friends and wonder why it took me so long to come home. I have a little shop and I am gradually selling all the things that I used to think were important. The good china and dust collectors have to go, I need another coop!
Yes Bine.....I know exactly what you mean.
To all of you, very well said!
My husband's family grew up in the city. His family will only eat store eggs. (more for us!) His mom freaked out when he once ate a "buggy"pear from their new backyard. She had all the fruit trees cut down for the safety of their children! They pretty much ate canned goods. DH grew up & hated every type of vegetable until I started a garden. Once he tasted REAL food, his opinions slowly changed.
Our kids are the exact opposite. I can't stop them from eating peas & raspberries off the vine. They play in the backyard and enjoy "finding snacks" in the garden. They eat any fresh vegetable (except brussel sprouts) without complaint. As far as eggs, my kids refuse to any that do not come from our own hens. In fact DS (at age 3) once ordered a hard-boiled egg at a restaurant. He took a big bite, then spit it out crying, "No I wanted a real egg!" I was so embarrassed. On that same vacation to visit my in-laws, my poor kids experienced their first taste of canned green beans. DD loves green beans & took a very big helping. She hid her 1st & only bite in her napkin & kept trying to tell me that they had spoiled. I was in a conversation & tried to wave her off, but she insisted on telling others at the table not to eat the rotten green beans.

So now I have a son who wants to bring his own eggs into restaurants and a daughter who must ask, "Is this canned?" before taking any food at a party. Each year we add a fruit tree, plant a new type of vegetable, &/or make the garden a little bigger.