…as a nuisance. That’s what’s happening to Patrick and Holly over at Hen Waller, whose neighbors have launched an anonymous campaign against their three chickens. Yes, in an urban neighborhood where car alarms probably go off regularly and loud motorcycles cruise by legally, some clucking is really a huge disturbance. Holly has a great post from last week about the demise of community, and how unwilling people are to accommodate others.
The stubborn confrontation-lover in me doesn’t think they should have to move — OR get rid of the chickens — but I also can imagine it’s no fun to feel like your neighbors hate you and refer to you as “those people.” As hard as it might be, I agree with the reader who suggested they launch a hearts-and-minds campaign with eggs, chicken-education flyers, maybe even an open house: “Meet the Chickens!”
Because Holly’s right: “People should get used to integrating chickens and other productive activities into our urban landscape.” I for one hope that doing so will someday spell the demise of factory farms.