Chicken Coop Renting? What.

I have always wanted a chicken coop. So when we moved to a house with a big backyard, I started salivating at the thought of freshest of the fresh eggs and soldiers, creamiest of the creamy quiches, and a bit of rural magic in our urban setting. I am also hesitant to commit. I mean, I can barely take care of myself (I shower fortnightly), my child (she still uses a paci), my husband (I dry his undryables), my two cats (thank God they yell at me to feed them, otherwise…), and my house (the laundry should be referenced in Dante’s Inferno for its relentless, eternal torture). So adding one more stinkin’ chore to my life may not be the best decision.

Cue the Chicken Renters. I found them at our local farmer’s market and I am quite intrigued to say the least.  Your rent goes towards the purchase of a portable, brightly-colored coop and egg-layin’ chickens. But if something happens, if your plans go awry, if your neighbors complain, or you’ve had one too many muddy trips through the rain to feed those suckers, you know what to do. Send their asses packing.

The Chicken Renters’ creative duo has a smart plan for the hesitant hot mess, an approachable strategy for the fair-weather family. They have turned something so intimidating to me and put Groucho Marx glasses on it. And how can you go wrong when one of the owners is Daniel Radcliffe? Risk-free chicken renting from Harry Potter? Brilliant. (said in a horsey Cockney accent)

Speaking of chickens, I can’t help but share some of my chicken obsessions over the years. Because, yes, I’m a hot mess and I obsess not only over fresh chicken eggs, but fresh chicken style…

Barred Cochin Bantams

Because you can’t beat a good black-and-white stripe with red accessories. Classic.

Silkies

Because cotton ball bunny fur on a chicken is just so right.

Belgium Bearded Bantams (D’uccle Mille Fleur)

Because the lady is the pretty one instead of the gent in this breed… even though you kinda wouldn’t be able to tell if there was chicken poo on her, God love her.

Polish Frizzle Bantams

Because can you imagine this staring back at you in the morning? How could you not have a good day?

*Editor’s note: I actually do shower more than every two weeks. But not by much.*

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