Friday, August 12, 2005

Free-range chicken

The New York Times tells us that the burgeoning trend in suburban/exurban pets these days is...chickens. Yes, chickens. The membership of the American Poultry Association has tripled in recent years. Many people are raising the smaller bantams, which you don't eat. Maybe you use the eggs, but mainly, you've got yourself a chicken as a pet. And then there are the shows. Who didn't love the movie Best in Show? Just substitute chickens for the dogs, and what could be more entertaining?

I have my suspicions that this chicken craze is expanding geographically. Last weekend, Mr. Tangerine and I took Ben to Navy Pier, where we rented one of those surrey bikes. We pedaled down the paths in Olive Park (Ben ably steering the vehicle) and went past Ohio Street Beach. Right across the street from Lake Point Tower (where I hear Oprah used to live), near some bushes a few feet from the path, we saw...chickens. Two roosters. One a rich reddish brown, one a mottled dark brown and white. I hopped off the bike and went toward them (am I not fearless?), and they retreated into the brush. (Ha! They're so chicken!) WTF? Does anyone know why there are free-range chickens in the heart of downtown Chicago? Anyone?

5 comments:

Mona Buonanotte said...

Chicken poop is the RANKEST poop of any animal, beating pig poop.

And I'm sorry that I know so much about poop.

Maybe the chickens were abandoned like folks in Florida abandoned their baby 'gators when they got too big. "Run fer yer life, Martha, there's chicken's a-foot!"

Sergei C. said...

We actually have a restrictive covenant in the deeds for the homes in our neighborhood that we are not allowed to have chickens (they put it in when the thing was platted 80 years ago). At long last our little town jumps ahead of New York . . .

Psycho Kitty said...

CHICKENS? Okay, um, I'm all into being Ma Ingalls, but um, chickens? Are VILE. I know from whence I speak. Yar...

Ms. Sheila Whotiger said...

I would actually like to have a chicken, but its the same part of me that wants to raise 100 children on a farm in the middle of nowhere. I try to not listen to that lady, she's headed for a divorce.
I'm going with the abandoned idea. If I would have seen a chicken in the middle of the city pre-children, I would have thought it was drug induced vision, or it was the most normal thing out there.

Elroy Agosta said...

Stop blogging right now!