I live in a rental house in the suburbs. While our landlord is quite forgiving, he draws the line at chickens. I really wanted my own chickens. This situation lead me to a discussion with Mel where she generously offered to be a foster mother to any chicken I may adopt. Long story short, we built a beautiful hen house with the help of Mel's step dad super carpenter extraordinaire (thanks G!) and adopted five lovely girls. Meet my baby. Ruby.
She's a young Plymouth Rock. Isn't she beautiful?
The point of this post is that sometimes you can wait a very long time for your situation to be 'right'. And sometimes you just do the best with what you have. I dream of a time when I have some land for chickens, goats and fruit trees. But while I work towards that dream, I plant avocado seeds in pots and have a foster chicken. Make it work for you.
