We recently introduced you to Connie of Urban Overalls. Connie continues to inspire us and we know she will inspire you! Connie resides in Colorado and she is proud that she grew up on a farm in Iowa. As many of you know, we are based in North Central, Iowa- Rudd to be exact! We know you will enjoy what Connie has to share. Leave us a comment letting us now your thoughts on urban chickens and chickens as pets! Be sure to like” Urban Overalls” on Facebook for up to date information from Connie….
As a farmer’s daughter turned urbanite, I brought my country ways with me. Living near the center of town on a 1/3 acre urban homestead, it was just a matter of time before chickens made an appearance in the backyard. Sure, there are daily chores, but there are also daily fresh eggs. However, I find myself asking the question, are my chickens, pets?
Growing up on a farm in rural Iowa, chickens were a part of life. Mom ordered chicks in February and we pick them up from the hatchery in March. Sure, they were cute, little, yellow, puff balls, but I knew they would be put on our plate in the fall. Broilers and fryers, mom bought them by the dozens. There was also a small army of pure white Leghorns, otherwise known as “egg laying machines.” After eighteen months, they too, were destined for the supper table.
So the question I ask is, how do you know when your chickens move from livestock status to pet status? Personally, I have a set of criteria where it can be argued that chickens are pets. For starters, when you name your chickens, it is likely that your chickens have become pets. Growing up on a far, we NEVER named the chickens. It simply wasn’t done. You did not name something you were going to eat. It was easier to pick out a chicken destined for the chopping block when it was just “chicken” rathern than grabbing “Bob” out fo the flock.
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