Taking the Plunge

We're getting chickens.

Not to eat. To raise. For eggs. Hopefully lots of yumtastic eggs. We live in the heart of Denver with 2 kids, 2 dogs and a cat on a 6500 square foot lot in a teensy but perfect 1940's bungalow. Urban homesteading, that is, raising chickens, ducks, geese and even goats is allowed in our city limits.

So we're getting chickens.

Our decision has come truly after over a year of research. It's not something that you rush into. After attending an Urban Hipster themed holiday party at a good friend's house, while hanging out in the backyard with his "sassy chicks", my husband got the itch to own our own. The kids were running around with them, carrying them, and marveling over the coop that was adorned with tiny multi-colored bulbs. They gave away 6 packs of eggs as party gifts and they were the prettiest eggs I'd ever seen. Still. Chickens? Aren't they smelly and mean? Turns out not so much.

So we're getting chickens.

And so the research begins...