Raising Chickens is like Chairing an Academic Department

A friend at work sent me this link--perfectly appropriate, since I am, like the author of the article, an academic department chair and a chicken farmer. I can't say I've thought of the one role illuminating the other, but perhaps there's something to that thought.

Enjoy!

http://chronicle.com/article/From-Department-Head-to/125431/

Bexley Soon May Allow Urban Chicken Farming | NBC 4i

This is a brief story on our progress with chicken regulation in Bexley. All is going very well, thanks to the excellent work of the Bexley City Council. You can see me and Jessica and (less visible) Dana sitting in the city council audience.

Bexley Soon May Allow Urban Chicken Farming | NBC 4i

Another reason not to buy grocery-store eggs

The Dispatch reports: One of the nation's largest egg distributors has issued a recall after evidence of salmonella was discovered at an Ohio farm that was the source of the eggs. 288,000 eggs from Ohio Fresh Eggs were recalled after a test showed salmonella at one of the barns at the company's Croton complex near Hartford in Licking County.

Read more here.

While we're waiting for our ladies to start laying, we'll continue to buy our eggs from farmers we know & trust (like the guy who sells eggs on Wednesdays outside the Bexley Food Coop).

p.s. Our hens were on channel 10 last night around 6pm!

Awesome Meeting! Tons of support for Bexley chickens!

The city council zoning commission meeting tonight was a great success. Over and over again I'm impressed with how open to creating fair legislation our City Council has been. The process has, thus far, been shockingly amicable. For 45 minutes council heard from citizens who came to show their support (no one spoke against allowing chickens). I bet there were over 50 people there. Not everyone got to speak, but everyone listened respectfully.

Cathy (a new friend that we met at the meeting) gave Andrew & me the most awesome, most hilarious, porcelain music box with a woman & a man holding a chicken. She found it at a thrift shop and brought it in case we were there tonight! I think the man looks just like Andrew ;)

(First blog contest: A special gift of eggs--once we have them--to the person who can correctly guess what tune this music box plays. Place your entries in the comments section.)

I am not exaggerating when I say this Chicken Issue has made me feel, for the first time, like a real, grown up member of this community.

Councilman Lampke asked that speakers comment on 4 probable ordinance points:

• Sex of the chickens (Hens only, everyone agrees)
• Number of chickens (Council seems to be leaning toward limiting the number of hens to somewhere between 3-5 per family to stay in accordance with rules for dogs/cats)
• Coop (Getting a permit will probably require having a coop -- otherwise the chickens can get out and would probably get eaten by predators, anyway)
• Setback from the property line (This, to my mind, is the only tricky issue. A resident can have a dog anywhere on their property, of course, and cats can roam. But in Columbus and many other chicken-allowing places there are strict rules about how far from the property line the chickens must be housed. If we have even modest property-line setbacks in the new Bexley ordinance that will probably mean that Andrew & I can't keep the chickens. We've picked the most secure spot on our property which happens to be the dog run directly abutting the property line on the side. City Council seemed inclined to search for a reasonable compromise on this issue -- possibly required setbacks from the front of the property, effectively disallowing coops in front yards.

After dinner with Dana & Brent (fellow chicken owners), Andrew & I were positively misty-eyed about the sensible workings of small town government. Not until the woman got up to talk about the goat did even one council person up there crack an ironic smile. God love 'em.

Tomato plants worth jumping for...

Compostapalooza

These are our make-shift compost 'bins'. It's like chicken Disney World.

An indelicate moment with Betty

You can't really see what's going on here because the video cuts off at just the right moment. But Andrew & I recognize the telltale squat and the shadowy blob that results.

That's right, folks. I've gone there.