In last month’s post of Girlfriend Needs a Chicken, I pleaded to readers to help get me 100 comments so that my daughter could convince dad (aka my husband) to get a chicken. Thank you!!! While not all comments were in favor of us getting a chicken, most of them were (and if they weren’t, I counted them anyway)! So I went to my husband to make our case. Surprisingly, he said we could maybe…possibly…perhaps think about it. So I started doing some research.
And that’s when our dreams of raising a chicken came crashing to a halt. After talking to several different people at city hall (they had no idea where to send me for such a question), they finally determined that backyard chickens were not allowed. (Insert joke of whether or not they allow front yard chickens.) Then they said if I had any further questions, I should talk to someone in the health department. I’m not sure I see the tie, but I’m not going to fight it.
Don’t you worry about my daughter, though. She has a grandma with a very soft heart who often accomplishes the impossible. So in June when Anna goes to her house in Oklahoma for a week-long visit, she will become the proud co-owner of a chicken. My mother has a chicken contact of some sort and has everything planned out perfectly. And my husband loves the compromise.
So thanks for all your chicken comments and chicken advice. I really appreciate it. To say thanks, I wanted to share a picture of the chicken that started this all. This is our friend’s chicken, Buffy. She’s hanging out with the late, great pony, Taffy. Both belong to our wonderful chicken-loving friend, Kathy.