Blackberry Mountain
 
Our home is the house my father-in-law was raised in, placed on the family land.  The land is beautifully decorated with trees of all types, several fields under the local power lines, and a couple creeks if you are brave enough to get back into the woods.  It is truly a place for adventure.  Many would see the land as an opportunity for farming, but it took me a long time to see from that perspective.  When Jeremy and I got married and spent our first summer living in Cherryville I would laugh about how crazy it was that our neighbors had chickens and those chickens walked across the road (like the jokes I had heard as a child) and hung out in our yard.  I would take photos of them just because I thought it was so neat and I just had to show my friends how the "real" country life was.  I never would have guessed that in less than 2 years I would have my own chickens.  Today the memory makes me laugh as I sit and think, "Why NOT own chickens?"  They give an egg nearly everyday, meat and, they make more chickens. 

How did we end up with chickens?  As we got comfortable living here, we also got comfortable with the idea of making this place home.  After that we thought it would be neat to have a few chickens for eggs.  The idea was planted in our minds and became a reality after viewing a documentary about where our food actually comes from.  The idea of chickens being mass produced in houses where they never see daylight and their life begins and ends in a record amount of time was unsettling to say the least.  That weekend we cleaned out an old shed that Jeremy's Papaw used for storage and turned half of it into a chicken coup.  We drove to the local flea market and bought 3 hens-- 1 Rhode Island Red and 2 Black Sex-Links.  Over the next few weeks our flock increased to a family of 9 and now, a year later, we have about 23 chickens and 16 chicks.  We collect white, brown, and GREEN eggs from our chickens every day and we kill one when we need chicken for a meal.   I never would have thought I would own chickens but now that I do I wouldn't have it any other way.  Some people say that chickens are dumb...and just like humans, they can be, but I think that they are fascinating and not really that dumb. 

This year we spent Thanksgiving at home eating the last of a few summer crops and one of our chickens in a tasty chicken stew.  It was different than any Thanksgiving ever before because I was away from parents and siblings and because we did not eat Turkey but it was truly a blessing to eat a meal that I fully participated in growing and raising and for that I am thankful
 


Comments

Sydney

12/06/2010 09:59:49

This was very exciting to read, especially for a city girl! I look forward to more entries. :D

 

12/06/2010 14:08:53

Awesome I too am troubled by the food I buy;what youre doing is what we all need to be doing!

 

12/06/2010 16:49:15

Hi Megan, I just found your blog through Facebook, and how FUN!!! I would love to have chickens and goats and a horse and a cow, and and and LOL but Randy is a city boy through and through. Not likely to happen. :) But I love reading about any one who does have the critters. :) I hope that you will be posting often...I'll be looking forward to more. :D

 



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