I may have messed up. Used someone’s trust of me to push them in over their head. Or, I gave them a great opportunity for learning.
So, there is this family from church, who want to grow stuff. A couple months ago, I helped them dig up some flower beds, and plant some stuff. We had a few leaves of spinach, and the onions seem to be growing well. The tomatoes are green, and the cucumbers and some of the squash are blooming. It might actually work. The strawberries have made a few berries. I think they need straw to help them stay dry and away from the ants.
Anyway, that’s not hard, plants grow themselves. But Sunday, I was talking to one of the kids and suggested that they grow some chickens in their backyard. Monday, the dad called me, with questions. Tuesday, I did some research on cost and such, and today is Wednesday, and they have ordered chickens, and partially planned out how it will work. The day-old chicks should be here in about a month. Probably long enough to find a light, some sawdust, and a cardboard box. And then three cardboard boxes, and then a place in the shed, or a little house in the yard, and then it will be on. There will be a couple dozen squawking chickens in their backyard, and they will have to be feeding them piles of feed and finding them new bedding, and it will be crazy. Well, maybe kinda crazy. Maybe 25 were too many. Maybe the neighbors will call the city. Maybe they will get tired of watering them. Maybe they will not be able to handle butchering them in the backyard (how do we dispose of the …”leftovers”? )
Or maybe it’s not a big deal. They will find out what chickens are like, decide if that’s how they want to make their own meat, and go on. I hope it works out.
