Such Chickensense

     I read the article about people wanting to raise chickens within the city limits.

     This brought about many concerns and city hall would have to see about making an ordinance either for or against having chickens in ones yard.

     Most people do this to raise their own eggs.

     The main concern seemed to be with noise.  I didn't know chickens were that noisy.  Roosters are noisy, but I thought you only needed a rooster if you wanted more chickens, without having to buy them.  Perhaps I'm wrong on that one.

     Anyway, it seemed that if there was any kind of problem, it was usually solved by calling the police.  Really?  We will have to call the chicken police?  Maybe that is to figure if the chicken can actually cross the road, or if it will need a special permit.  

     Of course, the powers that be were concerned with the spread of disease, even though the total amount of chickens one could have was four.  That made me wonder how on earth anyone who was born in the early 1900's, and lived on a farm, ever made it to the ripe old age of 90 something.  Surely they were exposed to a chicken or two in their lifetime.

     Personally, I don't see anything wrong with it.  The only danger to the chickens would be the occasional raccoon, who by the way, does not need a special permit to live within the city limits, or a cat or free roaming canine.   There are probably few young people who actually know where their eggs come from. 

     It always makes me think of the comedian, Andy Andrews, when he does one of his famous lines, "See that chicken?  The next thing that comes out of its butt, I'm gonna eat it."