I'm not a particularly superstitious person, but I do (kind of) believe that what one does on New Year's Day sets the tone for the rest of the year.
Today, we met some new neighbors (thanks to an online introduction by way of our neighborhood discussion group), and went to visit their chickens. Paul and Jamie (and their delightful children) keep seven hens in their back yard in East Oakland.
We've been trying to look at as many henhouses as we possibly can. We also want to ask chicken-keepers what they think they got right, and what they wish they had done differently. Robb's pretty certain of his design, but it helps to see coops in action.
Paul and Jamie are doing the "deep litter" method, and their hens were very clean. Robb and I had participated in chicken coop tours, but we figured that everyone tidied up like crazy for those events. It was good to see a normal set-up.
It's also nice to cuddle chickens. This is the super-relaxed Tiger Lily. She's a Barred Rock, a very chickeny chicken. Although I've done my share of carrying wild waterfowl, chickens are different. Part of it is body-configuration, and part is temperament. Tiger Lily just loved being petted. She settled into a sort of coma of bliss, and was a good sport about some wing-clipping.
Robb and I brought over a jar of our honey, and some fruit from our trees, and returned home with beautiful locally laid eggs.
You'd hardly think that we live in the middle of a huge city, would you?