I am happy for you. Isn't it great to be able to relax with chickens??? My dh and I still look at each other in wonder. We never thought we would be a chicken farmer. We are loving every minute of it and the neat thing is I am getting my husband involved in chicken math!!!Well, it wasn't social media that frightened me (I'm a 90s baby and I'm pretty sure proper websites didn't even exist then, haha). It's the place I grew up. The fact that I own chickens and am starting a compost pile is totally beyond what my upbringing would support. I grew up in this little ghetto neighborhood where across the street some dude would threaten his girlfriend with a gun to the face and my mom would make us run inside and stay there until the cops came. At this point in time, I didn't even know what guns were. When I learned about guns in elementary school (thank you, Family Matters), it just didn't seem like something that was necessary for where we lived. If we had a gun where we lived and someone found out, it would make the cholos believe we had something worth protecting. Not good for a family with five little kids.
Once we moved out here onto our little 1/2 acre, I didn't mind weaponry as much. We got a bow and practiced with that for fun and I occasionally purchase cheap knives for throwing, but guns were never really my thing. I know my older and younger sister liked BB guns, but I never got into it. Now, though, it feels like something I could own and use responsibly.
I'm kind of proud of myself for getting back to the land when I don't even remember having a proper amount of land in the first place. It was very different when I started realizing that I could fall into a routine with the chickens and turkeys and quail and ducks and still enjoy myself everyday. Now, I find myself just watching my babies and it's very different from what I did when I was younger. I'm hoping to continue this thing even when I move out of my parents' house and get my own place. Even if I live in this little cracker box of an apartment, I hope I can at least own quail (and invade my parents' yard when they realize that they don't know how the hell I managed an entire flock by myself, haha!).

Lisa
