There’s a great video on the web called “The Hazards of Backyard Hens.” It explains how chickens are a gateway livestock.
First, you get a few hens for the fresh eggs. Then you decide you need fresh feta, requiring a goat or two or four, then “one day, on your way home from work, you’ll stop and pick yourself up a cow.”
We can vouch for that, after more than a year of life on the Maxwell-Thompson Family Farm, home to goats, pigs, ducks, the occasional cow, and more chickens than we can count. (Thus, also the occasional coyote.)
Several of the chickens have better hair than I do, which can be tough on the ego some mornings. Who knew that chickens can have ‘fros?
And that backyard chickens mean Easter eggs all year long, no dye required?
We’ve learned other things.
The best garbage disposals aren’t in your sink. They’re pigs.
Footprints in the snow are much more interesting on a farm than in a city.
You can have roosters, or you can have friendly neighbors. Not both.
The best gift tags come from the feed store, not Hallmark.
Goats stink. Literally. Which may be why there’s no video called “The Hazards of Backyard Goats.”
But they make adorable babies.
No Valentine’s Day delivery this year, but it’s twins! Four hours old, below. Two more moms yet to deliver.