Hello friends,
I've just found this board and am delighted to read about all of our shared chicken-inspired adventures. We got three chickens and have set up a coop in our St. Paul, MN backyard! Three cheers for city chickens!!!
Believe it or not, this Sunday I'll be preaching at my church and have decided to speak to the moral and spiritual motivations for and blessings from keeping a small flock of backyard chickens. For me, the whole thing - while plain fun and a little silly - speaks to my own desire to have a hand in some small but complete circle of life and in providing my own sustenance. Barbara Kingsolver has written that it almost takes something like religion for folks to make big moral choices about how and where their food is produced and then do something about the choices -- and I think that's exactly what's gone on for me. Something kind of religious.
I'm wondering if I'm alone in this sentiment or if any of you have stories of your moral motivations for keeping chickens or the nearly spiritual practice of the day-to-day of chicks, hens and eggs. Has your keeping chickens changed how you feel about food? About nature? About your neighbors? About animals? About your spouse or partner or kids? About the Spirit of love and mystery that some call God?
It's funny that this is my third post and it might well paint me as having gone right off the deep end. Oh, well.
I'll look forward to anything anyone wants to share. I feel as though I'll sort of be speaking for a lot of us when I'm with our congregation. Maybe you'll have something you need me to say...
Peace,
Kerri and the 3 St. Paul Girls (or maybe that buff Orp is a rooster...?)
I've just found this board and am delighted to read about all of our shared chicken-inspired adventures. We got three chickens and have set up a coop in our St. Paul, MN backyard! Three cheers for city chickens!!!

Believe it or not, this Sunday I'll be preaching at my church and have decided to speak to the moral and spiritual motivations for and blessings from keeping a small flock of backyard chickens. For me, the whole thing - while plain fun and a little silly - speaks to my own desire to have a hand in some small but complete circle of life and in providing my own sustenance. Barbara Kingsolver has written that it almost takes something like religion for folks to make big moral choices about how and where their food is produced and then do something about the choices -- and I think that's exactly what's gone on for me. Something kind of religious.
I'm wondering if I'm alone in this sentiment or if any of you have stories of your moral motivations for keeping chickens or the nearly spiritual practice of the day-to-day of chicks, hens and eggs. Has your keeping chickens changed how you feel about food? About nature? About your neighbors? About animals? About your spouse or partner or kids? About the Spirit of love and mystery that some call God?
It's funny that this is my third post and it might well paint me as having gone right off the deep end. Oh, well.
I'll look forward to anything anyone wants to share. I feel as though I'll sort of be speaking for a lot of us when I'm with our congregation. Maybe you'll have something you need me to say...
Peace,
Kerri and the 3 St. Paul Girls (or maybe that buff Orp is a rooster...?)