People seem to be black or white about whether its worth keeping chickens in your backyard. Some say they bring snakes, rats, foxes etc. That chickens smell, aren’t worth the trouble.
My husband (late-blooming farmer) is keen. From a university party-animal that had never tasted an olive or a mango, he now grows his own veggies, makes his own moonshine, beer, wine (won a bronze medal the other day!), sausages and cheese.
Here are his before and now shots. (Yes, he was wearing a cushion cover. He said to say, no, it’s not a lobotomy scar).
Our superannuation is such that, besides working part-time to a ripe old age (good for one’s mental health anyway), I will be referring to Jackie French’s Backyard Self-Sufficiency book in years to come.
Although I can’t see myself milking guinea pigs (I shouldn’t laugh, people got very inventive in the Great Depression), Jackie has some fantastic ideas. One of which is to keep chickens in your self-sufficient Garden of Eden.
Some years ago many local councils in Australia didn’t allow suburbanites to keep rainwater tanks. Funny how things change. 🙂 When still living in Sydney, my local council told me chickens would have to be kept 30 metres (98 feet) from any boundary with a neighbour. That is tricky on a suburban block.
We’re only thinking of starting with two or three chooks, no roosters. As I said, my husband is happy to do the practical research. But is it FUN keeping chickens? Are the eggs really tastier? Are chickens likeable, or do they carry on like hierarchical public servants? Should we get ex-battery girls?
Here are some interesting blogs about chickens I discovered.