The Bad Egg

I want to participate a little bit more in my food cycle. I want fertilizer for my vegetable garden. I also want to do something I’ve never done before.

Raising three chickens in my backyard kills all the birds with … wait ….  Raising 3 chickens accomplishes all of the above.

Zoning codes in my neighborhood allow chickens–as long as the lot is double the size of what I have.

I asked both my fence neighbors if they would be ok with chickens and both practically jumped into the air with joy. “Chickens!?!  You’re getting chickens!?! Can we visit them? Oh boy, I gotta tell the wife, she’s gonna love this …” and so on.

I believe the zoning codes don’t have the right to tell me I can’t grow my own food. Especially when I have no intention of my chickens become a nuisance to anyone. I’m raising chickens against zoning code, but with my neighbors’ enthusiastic approval. I guess that means I’m practicing civil disobedience:

Civil disobedience is the active refusal to obey certain laws, demands and commands of a government, without resorting to physical violence. It is respectful disagreement.

Dude. I’m just raising a few chickens.