I'm a farm girl who married a city boy. I am the answer to the joke, Why did the chickens cross the road?!?...Literally!!! Last summer two beautiful Rhode Island Red hens crossed into my yard. We live in the middle of town...a big town...a city. We tried to find the owners. My husband was on the news, the city launched a Facebook inquiry, he was on the radio...nobody came forward. We were told to call the police to have the chickens picked up for one of the shelters. I couldn't do it. The hubby couldn't either, although he kept repeating, "They are not staying." Next thing I know he is researching chicken coops on the internet and building one in the basement...but they are not staying. Meanwhile the girls start laying for us...but they aren't staying. The kids have fallen in love and now they have names...but they are not staying. The coop is finished, the backyard is a happy place and my girls (what the hubby calls them) are happy and lovable. Over spring break we went to Orschelans...uh oh! A Barred rock and Buff Orpington fell into the cart with all the stuff they need. The hubby found the thread with big coops and runs on here and is cutting wood on our driveway as I type. It's his week off and the girls are a priority...but they are not staying!!! Hubby has his eye on an Americana and Silver Laced Wyandotte but wants to go with my son to pick them out next spring. This has become a fun ride!!! And YES we can have backyard chickens in town...who knew?!?!?