masseyrider
Veteran Member
My parents had chickens until I was in my 30s.I never understood the point in having chickens. One, they are filthy, two they are very hands on to maintain and coyotes love to eat them and 3, chickens carry histoplasmosis which I have from helping to clean my grandparents copp and once tou get it, there is no cure.
We get our eggs from the grocery, much easier, I like frieg eggs. I don't like chickens in general.
Some communities have banned raising chickens because owners don't take care of them
True free range.
I hated the things.
Poop everywhere and the more you were dressed up or in a rush to go somewhere the more likely you were to step in some.
Any worked ground was an ideal place for them to dig up for dust baths.
This included my mother's flower beds and veggie garden.
Where the farm orchard wasn't far from the house and nicely worked up, they weren't interested.
Chickens attract mice and rats. Doesn't matter how clean you keep the area.
And I hated slaughtering them.
Each Fall we'd do 40-50 at a time.
The smell of wet feathers is still in my nose. And then torching off the little quills and feathers. Ugh!
To this day I have a tough time eating chicken.
Oh! The Bast-rd things would ruin my tomatoes. I used to grow tomatoes as a side hustle as a kid. I'd have a trailer load of 100+ large baskets backed into the barn for sorting and packing
They had plenty seconds thrown out for their consumption. No, that wasn't good enough.
As soon as you turned your head they'd jump on the trailer and usually destroy the best ones.
I hates chickens to pieces.