I grew up on a farm in rural Ontario and after about 15 years of living in the city, I returned to the country this past January when my husband and I bought a house just outside of town.
There are many things I like about no longer living in a sub-division – but one of my most pleasant surprises was discovering that our neighbour kept some poultry next door. And he has a rooster as part of his flock. Continue reading Reconnecting with nature’s original alarm clock
The rise of the local food movement has also increased urban interest in growing food in the city. Generally, this means a small garden or some planters for tomatoes, carrots, some herbs and the like. But for some more adventurous types, this drive to “grow your own” also includes eggs – and it’s not as easy to care for chickens as you might think. 
One of the most read posts on this blog continues to be one that I wrote about a year and a half ago, called 
We’ve probably all heard or read the urban myth about Kentucky Fried Chicken – chickens raised in dark cages with bodies so large their legs can’t support them. Or even worse, the meat doesn’t actually come from birds but is somehow grown due to the magic of science.
