City Chicks

“Farm-fresh eggs,” that’s what they used to be called. But the eggs on San Francisco city dweller Colin Phipps’ table may be even fresher. They’re from his urban backyard, from his own chickens; fresher and closer than any farm.

The San Francisco Chronicle brings us tales of urban husbandry, a step up in commitment from urban gardening. Depending on your local laws, it may not be as difficult as you think. Many cities allow for chickens, pigs, even pygmy goats. You might even be able to have a rooster, unless the neighbors complain.

Why would someone what to do such a thing? I mean, apart from the freshest eggs in the neighborhood and the whole eat-local thing? According to Phipps, “It’s good for city kids to have a taste of something different. When we first got the chickens I asked [my sons] where eggs came from and they said, ‘The store.’”

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