My grandmother raised chickens on a long, narrow city lot. They were a natural outcome for a farm girl transplanted to town. Fresh eggs were a significant part of my grandparents’ diet and that self-sufficiency appeals to me. But animals–pet or livestock– are not a commitment this retired couple is ready to make. So, the concrete chickens I found at a country auction will do just fine.
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