- Oct 2, 2009
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Yesterday evening, my middle son came into my bedroom and informed me that my oldest son (who's 22) was "out in the backyard with some guy with glasses. He has a laptop and John's showing him each chicken. Looks like he's taking notes."
Now, our chicken coop is technically a couple dozen feet short of where it legally should be. The neighbors haven't complained so far, but I rehomed our standard rooster a month ago, just to make it less likely that they would. I had a sudden terrifying certainty that we were in the middle of a chicken bust. My head started spinning with all the things I'd have to do-- I'd have to call Ideal and cancel my order for next month, make an ad on Craigslist and rehome all my pullets and bantam cockerels, what would I do with my coop? Modify it into an aviary for my parrot? Sell it? Horrible sick feeling.
John came into the house and ran up the stairs. "What? No, it's just Sam, my old friend from high school. He's down for the weekend. I was showing him the chickens cause he says his brother has some and he wanted to compare the breeds."
lol
But, boy, was I scared!
Now, our chicken coop is technically a couple dozen feet short of where it legally should be. The neighbors haven't complained so far, but I rehomed our standard rooster a month ago, just to make it less likely that they would. I had a sudden terrifying certainty that we were in the middle of a chicken bust. My head started spinning with all the things I'd have to do-- I'd have to call Ideal and cancel my order for next month, make an ad on Craigslist and rehome all my pullets and bantam cockerels, what would I do with my coop? Modify it into an aviary for my parrot? Sell it? Horrible sick feeling.
John came into the house and ran up the stairs. "What? No, it's just Sam, my old friend from high school. He's down for the weekend. I was showing him the chickens cause he says his brother has some and he wanted to compare the breeds."
lol
But, boy, was I scared!