The Right Way and the Hard Way are the Same

We are ALMOST finished with the garden. At last count, we planted 28 pepper plants, six onions, and the rosemary. All that is left now are the potatoes.

The black raspberries are coming in thicker than ever. I fed some frozen ones to the girls as a treat since it was so hot and they loved them. Since it’s their last days here, I figure I’ll make it special.

We are still hoping for a way around this nightmare. Since we had seen and heard of so many other people keeping chickens in town, we thought things had changed. We were wrong. We should have checked. I take full responsibility for that.

Tonight, we are scheduled to meet with the Commissioner of Sustainability from the City of Elgin. She has offered to help us in any way she can. Hopefully, she can give us advice on how to approach this. I considered registering them as emotional support animals since they have helped so much with the anxiety issues I have, but decided against it. We are going to follow the rules and then try to change them. Right is right.

We have talked to more people in the neighborhood who have said they will sign a petition, if needed. I have lived here for 38 years and would like to stay. Hopefully, that holds some weight, too. We aren’t looking to shake things up and head out. Our roots run deep here. We think allowing backyard chickens would be an asset to the community. Keep praying for us.

 

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Keep Pushin’ On

Yesterday, we planted half of the garden: around 150 green beans, six bunches of leaf lettuce, six bunches of head lettuce, and spearmint (in its own pot). We still need to plant the tomatoes, rosemary, jalapenos, habaneros, sweet peppers, and potatoes. I’m glad the homestead hubby pushed me to do it since I have lost the drive right now.

As we turned over the dirt in the garden beds, I kept stopping to take worms to the girls. They snatch them right out of my hands and scurry to a corner of the run to try and eat their prize in peace. They are just so funny to watch.

We really wish we could find out who reported us. We think the problem is ignorance about chickens. Perhaps they encountered chickens that weren’t clean or were near a place with many chickens that were very noisy (the more birds you have, the louder it is). I run a tight ship around here. Dirty chickens have been known to get baths and the brooder was cleaned every other day when they were inside. The coop is still cleaned almost daily now even though they are only in it to sleep. I don’t leave uneaten treats in the run, either.

We really believe that if the person who reported us came to see our girls and how clean and quiet they are, they would change their minds about chickens. As it stands, we will not get that opportunity. We only have a few more days to find a place for the girls. I try not to think about how hard it is going to be looking out the kitchen window every day and seeing an empty run (we are keeping the coop. My husband worked too hard to get rid of it).

13260007_1365595896800192_5364394236810748208_nIgnorance can be cured and that is why we are going to work to change the rules around here. With more and more people wanting to eat local and have more control over their food supply, we think we have a fighting chance. We don’t want a free-for-all kind of situation. There will need to be limits and regulations such as enclosed runs. That’s just common sense. I realize free-range is the buzzword of the year, but it’s not realistic in a suburban area nor is it safe.

Please keep those prayers coming. This is going to take a lot of time and energy and there are days I just don’t feel like I have it in me. Thankfully, I have the most incredible husband working beside me (and taking sneaky videos of me with my girls!) toward the same goal. He says it’s because he loves how this lifestyle makes me smile. That may be true, but considering he can build and fix nearly anything and likes to hunt, I think it’s a little more than that. I think he’s a little bit homesteader, too.