Here a chick, there a chick, everywhere a chick chick. In recent years there have been conversations in the Landmark area about keeping chickens at one’s home and the legality of such. 

Personally, I feel there is a place for everything, although everything doesn’t always make it to the proper place. In the case of chickens, one’s home should not be the place.

When I was a child, growing up on Selbourne Road — that’s how it was spelled then — our neighbors had a chicken coop, where they would harvest eggs and, eventually, dinner. 

The chickens were cute, messy, noisy and smelly, even if we did like to look at them. They were not a fun “pet” for us kids. They didn’t fetch or do tricks, but they didn’t have to be walked either. Their pen had to be cleaned; definitely not fun.

Then came the day, which unfortunately I remember all too well — the day the chickens would be “slaughtered.”

We weren’t supposed to see the deed being done, but something happened that brought us out to the backyard. One chicken was still alive and I learned what “running around like a chicken without its head on” meant. 

Poor chicken! Poor us to see it. 

Our neighbor was an auxiliary policeman, which meant he had a gun and could put the chicken out of its misery. Only he couldn’t do it. Luckily another neighbor stepped in. It’s something I never forgot.

All of the above are the reasons why I don’t advocate chickens in a backyard, though many will disagree with me. It is up to the local governments to decide, but that is my opinion and I’m sticking to it. I prefer to get my eggs already clean and in the carton, and I will leave the chickens to the Perdue family.

There are many other animals that make their way on to suburban properties. As we’ve read in the past year in the Landmark, there is at least one pig. 

And I will admit that years ago we had on our property a pony, who only stayed for a few days, but that is another story. All I can say is our neighbors didn’t buy the story that it was a big dog.

Yes, there is a place for everything, and for chickens that would be the farm and not a neighborhood backyard. After thinking about all this, I think we’ll just have salad for dinner.

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