Yesterday, I’m stepping out of my office, which is a converted garage attached to my house, and I notice that all six of our chickens are gathered in a pack in the front yard.
So I lower myself to take a picture and they come running — either gathering for the picture or trying to peck my phone.
We’ve had these chickens a few months.
Randy has chickens, and he brings eggs to his store and sells them for $2 a dozen.
And I got hooked on the eggs. Fresh eggs taste better. Randy knew I was hooked — so much so that, when the girls were busy and laying a lot and he had a lot on hand, he would call me up and I’d drive to Concord. For eggs.
Randy Klocke buys an ad in Coffee News for the henpens he sells, and we work out a deal.
The deal includes an ad for Randy and a fully functional henpen for the Post family. We pick our color — green — and it’s there in a few days, complete with six golden comet chickens and everything required to take care of chickens — including Randy’s thorough, well-written, and entertaining user’s manual.
And every day since, we’re enjoying fresh eggs, every morning, and feeding and watering and talking to the chickens in our yard.
We do not live on a farm. We live in the city, a couple of blocks from Catawba College and only three blocks (easy walking distance) from all kinds of shopping (Food Lion, Walgreens, convenience stores, coffee shops, restaurants).
Our yard is normal size. Neighbors are close.
It’s not Manhattan, but you’d have to say it’s an urban area.
And I love these chickens.
We don’t have a fence, yet. So we only let them free range for a couple of ours each day, in the late afternoons, for about two hours.
We open the henpen door about six o’clock. When darkness descends, they return to their pen and we shut the door.
In the morning, we gather the eggs.
And then it’s decision time. Omelette? Fried? Scrambled? Or, when I’m in the mood for something really tasty, my favorite: the Hole-in-One.