So yeah, yesterday I drove to the town where we are in the process of buying our new house (about an hour from our current place of residence) so I could go over the house with the inspector. As anyone who’s bought a house knows, it’s a long, detailed process — this inspection took about two and a half hours and it was quite thorough. The inspector went over the place with a fine-toothed comb and found a few problems, but that’s to be expected on a thirty year old house. The good news is that the structure is sound, and the envelope of the house is basically closed. The plumbing is good, and the electricity is in… relatively good shape (a few minor issues with the electrical), and really, that’s all I’m worried about. Everything else can be fixed. Here’s a picture of the house. It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but it’s really nice on the inside. A couple coats of paint, and it will be a brand new place on the outside. Again, it’s structurally sound, and that’s the important part.
Anyway, the hour drive out there, the two+ hour inspection, and the hour drive back kinda wore me out. I’m exhausted. Which is weird, because I was full of all kinds of energy yesterday until I had sneezing fit and threw my back out. Seriously. From sneezing. So now I’m in all kinds of pain and I’m tired to boot. It’s been a day of recovery for me today.
So today I’ve just hanging out on the couch, reading about animal husbandry because eventually I want to have chickens and goats… eventually. It’s been a vague idea of mine since I was a teenager, that once I stopped gallivanting around and being a gypsy, I’d get a bit of land with some chickens and goats. I blame my aunt… because the last time I saw her, which was way back when, she had an acre or so of land with chickens and goats. And my aunt was one of the most balanced people I’ve ever met. Of course, I didn’t know her that well since my mother — the black sheep — didn’t visit her family very often and separated our little branch from the rest of them. I also blame the fact that instead of taking science in Jr. High School, I worked on an urban farm. I convinced the school that handling dead animals was against my spiritual beliefs and therefore could not participate in dissecting animals. They bought it, and sent me to work on an urban farm down the road every day for two hours a day. It was heaven. They had a huge poultry yard, several horses, goats, sheep, rabbits, and acres of vegetables, etc. With the influence of my aunt’s farm and that little urban farm, I’ve just always wanted that back.
So anyway, the book I’m reading about backyard animal husbandry as me a little horrified. Do people really only have chickens for a couple of months before they slaughter them for meat? This book is all about, “You’re going to pay more in feed than they’re worth once they stop producing eggs, so you may as well eat them.”
I mean, I have no problem with eating chickens and using chickens for eggs, but is it really necessary to purge the non-laying chickens every year and bring in new chickens to replace the old ones? Now, I don’t know if I’ll consider hens as pets or not having never had them… but that seems way too calculating for me. I’m thinking that it’s just me and my husband that the chickens will be supplying eggs and meat for, so I probably won’t need to do that. But seriously, reading about having poultry — I want to have more than just chickens you know — has given me food for thought. But I’m gonna read more than just this one book because if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s research a topic into the ground. Gotta make that English degree pay off somehow, right? I’ve also been looking up stuff online, local laws and websites, etc… And I haven’t even gotten to the goats yet…
Just for fun (and in case you missed it the first time), the dangers of raising backyard chickens