This morning, my son accused me of "going a little overboard" because I have a flock of 7 plus 3 eggs in the bator (those will most likely be rehomed... just checking to see if we can hatch) plus we're getting a beautiful minorca hen at the end of the month which will give us a total of 8 in our flock.
I guess it does seem a little excessive in light of the fact that we already had a dog and two cats and recently acquired a temporary 3rd cat. Our house is tiny & we are somewhat overrun with animals here.
My son asked me how come all of a sudden I want to keep chickens and grow my own food and howcome "all that environmental crap" is "all of a sudden so important" to me. I told him these are things I always wanted to do, that the things that concern me now are things that have always concerned me, but as a single mother raising two children all alone and working 2 jobs for most of their formative years and living in apartments, farming/gardening wasn't in the cards. I spent many years frustrated, having the occasional patio tomato or even small flower bed gardens from time to time. We had our first REAL big garden in the spring of 2005 when I was 43 years old!
I applaud and admire those of you who start chickeneering and gardening early in life and raise your children that way. I wish I could have done that.
