On Saturday, Derek and I will celebrate our 28th anniversary. You’d think after all these years together, I’d know him quite well, but he can still surprise me. In fact, this week he made an announcement at the dinner table that has left me shaken. Our son mentioned that the neighbor across the street had acquired several chickens. Slicing into his grilled ribeye, Derek said, “Really? I’d like to get some chickens – at least four.” I almost choked on my mashed potatoes. “You want to get what?” “Chickens,” he replied. “Fresh eggs are so much better than the eggs you buy at the store.” I began to wonder if he’d hit his head on his last cross-country skiing expedition and forgot to tell me/Cindy Hval, SR Front Porch. More here.

DFO: Mark down this time and date. Cindy & I agree. Urban chickens are for the birds.

Question: Have you ever raised chickens?