Not sure if chickens are everywhere now or if I just perk up at the mention of a chciken. Today I came across this in today's Seattle Weekly.
Dear Uptight Seattleite,
Neighborhood guidelines require that my neighbors sign a consent form before I'm allowed to keep chickens in my backyard. Everyone signed except this one woman. What should I do?
Chick Blicked
Dear Chick Blicked,
Tick, tick, tick...Ding! Time for the ol' eggs-followed-by-origami routine! Deliver to her doorstep a dozen eggs snugly wrapped up in an old-timey picnic basket. A week later deliver another basket, this time containing a dozen delicate origami boxes. Enclose a note explaining that these boxes represent the dozen million cubic miles of pollution produced when a single carton of eggs is shipped to the supermarket. Faced with such a poetic expression of the cost of not eating locally, she will surely sign your little chicken form.
The full column can be read here
http://www.seattleweekly.com/2008-10-22/diversions/ask-an-uptight-seattleite/
Dear Uptight Seattleite,
Neighborhood guidelines require that my neighbors sign a consent form before I'm allowed to keep chickens in my backyard. Everyone signed except this one woman. What should I do?
Chick Blicked
Dear Chick Blicked,
Tick, tick, tick...Ding! Time for the ol' eggs-followed-by-origami routine! Deliver to her doorstep a dozen eggs snugly wrapped up in an old-timey picnic basket. A week later deliver another basket, this time containing a dozen delicate origami boxes. Enclose a note explaining that these boxes represent the dozen million cubic miles of pollution produced when a single carton of eggs is shipped to the supermarket. Faced with such a poetic expression of the cost of not eating locally, she will surely sign your little chicken form.
The full column can be read here
http://www.seattleweekly.com/2008-10-22/diversions/ask-an-uptight-seattleite/
