My mom mentioned that my grandmother raised chickens. They lived on a farm in the Midwest and usually had about 2 dozen. She bought the baby chicks in town. Before my mom started school she used to help feed them the mash Grandma cooked for them in the morning. Grandma sold some of the chickens and some of the eggs. All the farms had chickens, vegetable gardens, compost piles, and fruit trees. Everyone canned their own veg and fruit.As I talk to other chicken enthusuiasts they tell about their parents/grandparents keeping chickens here in San Francisco…how did we get away from something so fun and satisfying?
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