Not only are there farmers more experienced than I, but lots of them are much funnier than I am.
As a rescuer of hens, I find that well intentioned urban farmers start with a few hens only to lose them to raccoon attacks. The hardier farmers persevere only to be conquered by rat infestations. Lately, my rescuers have come from People Who Have Moved. You can bring a cat or dog to your next home, but taking half a dozen hens is quite another kind of challenge. Reading this post, I suddenly began to appreciate Seattle as a location harboring relatively infrequent snakes. That’s in the category of “count your blessings.”
Here I present for your consideration the short piece about a chicken coop that made me appreciate Seattle’s abundant rats. And my alley cats. The link will take you to the blatantly stolen blogpost from Tom Wallace. The ink isn’t even dry on this one. Be sure to follow him if you like it.