Today marks the 2nd anniversary of my daily blogging streak. Yes, starting with my post of April 29, 2011 I have blogged daily. Through thick, through thin, even through the aftermath of a flood (thanks to us having been on vacation, and our neighborhood never losing power). Will I go for Year 3? I don't quite know. I don't know how much of an achievement daily blogging is - perhaps it is more an indicator of how crazy I am.
After all, I have a memoir to write. I made my 10,000. word goal on my Chicken Memoir for the April session of Camp NaNoWriMo (10,300 words to be exact) and just might sign on again for July.
It's been quite an experience starting to write a memoir of growing up in New York City and then totally changing my life around by moving to rural Arkansas and living on 34 acres. I've found I'm far from the only person who has written about experiences with chickens - which I owned and loved -hence, my "chicken memoir".
I have been away from chickens for almost 30 years, and times have changed tremendously. Thanks to the site Mental Floss, I found out today just how out of touch with the chicken world I am.
I knew there was such a thing as urban chickens. I've heard chickens several times while exercise walking through the West Side of Binghamton (a household in Binghamton, NY can own up to four chickens.) I don't live in Binghamton, and I don't know if chickens are legal in my town of Union. But more and more, cities are legalizing chickens - at least, hens.
There are chicken blogs, chicken message boards, and now - chicken motels.
Yes. You see, urban chicken owners aren't necessarily into livestock for earning a living, unlike farmers, who need to schedule their lives around their animals and their crop cycles. Some animals need a lot of care - for example, dairy animals need to be milked every 12 hours. Chickens need to be cared for daily. Eggs need to be collected. City people want chickens but also still want to vacation. So what happens to the chickens when it is vacation time?
When my spouse and I lived in rural Arkansas, we were able to take short vacations only because one of our two neighbors would look in after our chickens, ducks and geese. They would feed them, collect eggs (which they kept, of course) and lock them up at night. We did things for them if they had to be away. That's how things work in the country.
But if you are an urban chicken keeper, your neighbor might not be interested in sitting your chickens. Hence, chicken boarding.
I am intrigued by the idea, although I can quickly see some downsides. But, it does make sense to offer a service for which there is a demand.
A retirement career for my spouse and me? My spouse, quite honestly, has missed chickens in his lie more than I have. I don't think I'm ready to restart my life with chickens. At least, right now.
But it would be nice to think there might be chickens in our lives again, one day.
But, first, I must ask. If you run a chicken motel, what would be your chicken turn down service?