Our backyard chickens were an accidental, bad parenting mistake gone surprisingly well. But there's history cropping up, too: my husband's related to a painter who was a pet chicken artist over a hundred years ago in Forest Park, IL. My own mother confessed to raising chickens in their Oak Park, IL backyard during the depression, and she says she hated it. It was not a popular thing for her neighbors to put up with (Chicago suburb) She recalls the chickens being difficult and stupid, and she recalls the meat being "tough".
Our own 4 little bantam hens produce too many eggs for us; this weekend we each ate 5 (little) eggs a day so as not to waste their loving efforts. At times we are literally overrun with eggs, but I don't give any away because I have a fear that if somebody got sick, they might think our eggs made them sick, then yadda yadda trouble problems.......
My family is on a strict and permanent gluten free diet, and that special bread is small. So, the (smallish) bantam eggs are a perfect fit for the smallish bread for a favorite dish called "moon-over-miami", or "egg-in-toast". I have never seen small eggs in the supermarkets, so I am very grateful for our accidentally acquired little bantam hens. Their eggs are tasty and a good value for the tiny amount of money we've put into them. When they stop laying, I will miss the eggs on SOME days, but I sort of look forward to the days when its just lovin our pets because they're nice pets.
They really are nice pets. And their spare feathers have been used for lots of crafts here and at school. Mostly, the chickens are just very nice company. We have an accidentally hatched silkie/rosecomb pair, and they're heavenly soft to pet. They look like regular chickens, but their softness is addictive to the hands, "like velvet pudding to pet", says the 7year old.
We used to have a beloved cat, but we don't recall him being as sociable with us as the chickens. They seek us out and desire our company far more than the cat did. And they desire pets and laps for longer than the cat did. And they're just as good at catching chipmunks. But they're better at eating beetles off my roses
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