i live nearly smack in the center of the CLE and I love it, but I never thought that I would be able to have my own chicks while I lived in the city. Then I bought a house in a Latino community and there were city chickens all over the place. Beautiful homes and yards, lots of laughing kids and proud parents and vegi gardens and chickens! It blew my mind. Years later I move again and after years of wanting a chicken I finally have some. Originally I only wanted a chicken, but they don’t come that way at the TSP, so six it was. I got what they told me was a Silkie (I think it might be an actual bird, like a yard bird)I named Napoleon, two Isa Browns named Henrietta and Hildegard, and one Cornish Rock cross that I named Enchilada. I also gave my wonderful neighbor an Isa Brown And a Cornish. We have four cats (DJ Screw, Shwanky, Kira, and Eddie) and one dog named Jessica. The cats love herding the chicks about the house but Jessica just wants to eat them. We are all having some level of anxiety about processing Enchilada and the neighbor’s Cross, ranging from emotional discomfort to all out dread, anxiety and crying. We love our guy, so it’s is hard to think of him as food. I am sure he will be delicious though. I really didn’t think that I would be the nervous about raising my chickens, but their behavior has m both laughing and scared out of my mind most of the time.