I didn’t yet have a backyard, but I absolutely wanted backyard chickens. In my early 20s, still schlepping a bicycle up to a third-floor apartment in Chicago, seeds of my casual interest in poultry husbandry started to take hold. It began when a friend delivered me a dozen pastel-colored eggs from her small flock. Two…
Source: LifeHacker – Motherclucker: The joy and gore of backyard chickens