Another reason to have chickens.

According to a recent government report, a middle-income family with a child born in 2008 will spend $221,000 raising that child through age 17. That presumes an annual income of $57,000 and $99,000.  Those with higher incomes will spend roughly $367,000 per child. Regardless of what the Chicken Emperor tells you about the cost of our coop, I think it’s safe to say our chickens are a bargain by comparison. Not to mention no Ivy League college tuition, which is not to say my chickens aren’t smart. They just plan on staying closer to home.

Autumn, the "smart" one, at 10 weeks

Autumn, the "smart" one, at 10 weeks

Autumn, the EE, is emerging as the brightest of the four, at least in terms of doing what I want her to do. She’s the first one to hop up the ladder for treats, and the most willing of the four to be held. There’s a temptation to apply the “doing-what-I-want-you-to-do” intelligence measurement more broadly, say, perhaps, even to the CE himself. How does he fare?  Well, thank you for asking. Just the other day he did a full-up, soup-to-nuts coop clean-out, and then, in a little burst of chicken affection, he decided to rake out the pen and re-supply it with a whole new bed of soil and leaves with all the attendant insect entertainment value. The girls are quite pleased. Clearly, my chickens will never have to cross the road for a single thing.

My hero

My hero

Speaking of entertainment value, the CE saved a Very Special Announcement from today’s newspaper. Hark! Please note that at 7 pm on August 25, our local library will feature a screening of “Mad City Chickens” the highly-touted feature-length documentary on efforts in Madison, Wisconsin, that overturned laws prohibiting the keeping of chickens in that city. More information about the film can be found at The Mad City Chickens web site is at:


Less entertaining is the continuing blanket of fog that has kept the chickens huddled in the coop for the last several days – well, weeks, at this point. Given that we’re hosting a wedding here tomorrow afternoon, I was horrified by the zero visibility yesterday evening. Even worse than the picture in the last post!

Sunny Santa Barbara?

Sunny Santa Barbara?

Fortunately, there is a glimmer of sunshine out there right now, which bodes well for the happy couple tomorrow. Unless, of course, we get a torrent of ash rained down upon us from the La Brea fire between now and then. Fire and fog. Fog and fire…

About polloplayer

Empty nester searching for meaning of life through the occasional chicken epiphany.
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