When we moved to the quiet dead end street in Albany it was a block of owner occupants, in fact several of the two family houses had empty flats. The old timers who’d been there for sixty years would only rent to family members; they’d never dream of having a stranger in the house.
But the shift from homeowners to absentee landlords happened overnight, and then we were out of there. I’ve never regretted leaving — until now. It occurs to me today that the deep backyard would have been perfect for chickens.
For those of you outside the area, there’s been a huge fight over allowing people to raise chickens on their property. It’s a long story, but now it looks like the chicken people have finally won.
I don’t know if chickens could have kept me in Albany, but it sure would have made things more interesting — and maybe been a reason to stay. So congratulations to you, fair defenders of all things fowl. Here’s a song to celebrate: