Raid wood piles,,,ask total strangers for rolls of wire leaning against their shed,,,,Stop at all yard sales to grab collectible tupperware bowls,because they make great chicken bowls in the runs,,,you have to fight those tupperware collector ladies to get your hands on those,,,every thrift shop,,,wood salvage yard,,,home improvement store,,,you know what they carry,,,what you need,,,,what you want,,, you know every piece of wood,,, every free standing building,,, between your house and town. See I live on ten acres 1/2 is still wooded. TEN ACRES. Yes, I can plot out every square inch to include a chicken house complete with large run of course. I watch the lay of the land,,the way the trees stand,, how to work around large boulders,, how to work around running water,,,I have found,there is a way,,to put a coop whatever way the ground runs. All of this,,all of this energy,,,and of this time,,,all of this money you don't have,,in pursuit,,not of a life mate,,,not of grand goal of your life,,,but for a sideways glance from a bird that only stands a foot or so high,,,,,that turns around and walks away,,,showing you that cute little fuzzy butt,,all the while making that wonderful 'rusty henge' noise. Leaving you behind it with one, very warm, very tasty, perfect egg. You know, the ones you can get at any 7-11, or
Wal-Mart, Safeway or Krogers. The only difference is,,,its "your" chicken, "your" energy, "your" love. Thats what I'm getting at. We do this because we want that love shared between us and our very loving, very trusting, so warm and soft feathered chicken. Nothing calms your nerves, takes away the stress, like having your soft fluffy bird jump in your lap, allowing you to pet, stroke and play with their feathers. Watching them settle into your lap, feeling those long toes grip your leg,,,all the while they are making that wonderful 'rusty henge' noise. Yeah,,this is why,,,