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The Saga of the Backyard Chicken Movement by Michael McCarty
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? It is a heady and perplexing
question, to be sure. Like the classical philosophers of old, I do not
have an acceptable answer, either. I’m not even going to try.
However, for more and more people across this land, a more appropriate and timely question has evolved.
They now ask themselves if perhaps they should acquire some chickens,
which could provide some tasty eggs for their morning breakfast. People
are now looking at their backyards with fresh eyes, searching for a
handy and level spot to erect that new chicken coop.
Unfortunately, the next question becomes all to prominent and leaps to
center stage: Is it legal? Now there’s a question! Again, it is also
not so easy to answer in simple terms. This can of worms is large, and
it holds more slithering things than your well-tended compost pile.
For lack of a better term, the backyard chicken
movement is exploding across the country, much to the chagrin of local
jurisdictions and the faceless bureaucratic machine. It is a suburban,
and increasingly urban phenomena. Well-informed citizens are demanding
high-quality, locally grown food. Imagine that! The local food movement
continues to gain momentum, with more followers and practitioners
every day. It’s a national issue now, and it is not going away anytime
soon. But it starts on the local level, and chickens are a big part of
it.
For example, the city council of a small town near me recently voted to
consider new draft code provisions relating to chickens within the
city limits and residential neighborhoods. Apparently, it is currently
illegal to keep a chicken. Who knew? Well, several of the residents who
testified did not.
They had been keeping chickens for years, without issue. No one had
bothered to discuss it with them. For some unexplained reason, it was
time to come out of the chicken closet. They now wished to tend to
their birds legally, with favor, and approval.
The city council was quick to state that it was a land use matter and,
as such, falls within their purview. It’s all about zoning, you see,
and it’s not about how you live, but where you live. It’s all about
proper consideration and planning. It’s about rules and regulations, and
lawful ordinance. It’s about monitoring and control, enforcement, and
penalty. I don’t think the entire sordid show is about chickens at all.
Typically, an ordinance relating to keeping poultry will determine how
many hens you can have, and where and how you must keep them. The birds
must be contained and quiet, the coops must be secure. The
installation of electric fencing can be required. One must mitigate for
noxious odor, and control predators. The birds cannot be allowed to
roam free and spread disease, or attract a wandering skunk. Above all,
the noisy and offensive rooster is not allowed. They might disturb the
neighbors, and it is simply too much for the controlling mind of the
clerk. On and on it goes.
I don’t fault our nearby chicken keepers for trying; in fact, I applaud
them. It’s a noble and just cause, and they have done their best to
work along the only route available to them. It is the manner in which
we fight that disturbs me.
The documenting newspaper article talks of how the group promises to
play by the rules. One person is quoted in saying, "I’m confident we
will be 100 percent in compliance."
Compliant, says she?
The article goes on discuss the good points of chicken raising; of how
it can educate children as to where their food comes from, while having
fun. It touts the economic benefit that could be brought to the
revenue of the hardware supply and the gardening store. It balances
these ideas against the potential downsides and complaints, and makes
the case that perhaps it is not a foolish idea after all.
Foolish, indeed. Imagine the foolishness of someone with the audacity to supply their own food.
The residents of Denver, Colorado begged for their right to keep
animals some time ago, and now they live under some of the most
draconian laws imaginable. Their ordinances require a permit to keep
poultry on property. A fee is demanded, and stipulations must be met and
maintained. Once permitted, the property is subject to inspection and
multiple visits by more than one controlling agency. They arrive when
they wish, without appointment. The property must be properly posted,
and the neighbors so notified. Permits are subject to renewal, at the
government’s discretion, with annual fees. Violators will be prosecuted.
Does this sound like some type of preposterous science fiction movie,
or a town, or city, near you? We are talking chickens here, and not
about some dangerous creature from outer space.
I want to know who gained the authority to decide that the chicken
limit stops at four, five, or six. When did they decide that? Was I
asked to voice my humble opinion? What made it so important to come up
with such a law? Were the parameters based on some well thought out
scientific study, funded with the public dollar, and performed by some
chicken police think tank? Has anyone considered that roosters are an
important piece of the poultry puzzle? If I am not mistaken, they are a
vital and necessary component of procreation, and life. Is it new life
that they despise?
The message they wish to send is clear. How dare you think of enjoying a
private egg or two, for yourselves, in peace? You are a criminal of
the worst kind, guilty as charged until proven innocent. Your fine, and
punishment, is what we say it is. And oh, by the way, the chickens now
belong to us.
It is a proverbial, in-your-face case of the foxes guarding not one,
but all of the hen houses. I like foxes, and I would prefer to preserve
their good name. The truth is, they are not foxes anyway, as that would
be too tame a description. Bloody tongued wolves would be more like
it, circling impatiently in the dark night, eager to blow your house
down. The devil is always in the carefully crafted details of the
hidden contract, and they administered and diverted our rights away
many years ago.
Yet, the wheels are wobbling on the fatally damaged, corporate-driven
shopping cart. We are taking our chicken coops back, one backyard at a
time. They know it, and they cannot allow it. They are desperate, and
they grow more terrified every day. We know the truth, and can see the
madness of their souls. They hold power over us because we empower them.
We didn’t even show up for the fight.
My advice is uncomplicated. Don’t give it all up to them so easily.
Refuse to grovel before the beast. Compliance is not an option, and the
monster’s cravings are insatiable. Do not give them the satisfaction of
obtaining what they seek, nor allow them the sustaining succor of our
fear.
It is time to bypass the lowly denizens of the city council and their
ilk. The time has come to dress down the petty and falsely officious
policeman of your subdivisions, and expose the multitude of local
tyrants and self-important snitches. It is time to ignore the
directives from the “authorities” on high, or the blather of the party
line. They do not have our best interests in mind. If they did, they
would encourage and help, and not preclude or impede. It’s time to stop
playing their dishonest game. Why should we? They don’t play fair, and
they never have.
It is time to slip the chains of the oppressors, and throw them back at
their flimsy facades. Take a stand, and stare the predator in the eye.
Do something disobedient and bold, today. It’s been done before, many,
many times. Our acts cannot be separated from the revolutionary
history of the sleeping giant, the once-free people of our United
States.
Let us rise from our knees and stop asking for their permission. It is
not their permission to give. It’s that simple. Go out and get a chicken
or two, and perhaps a rooster to go with it. It all starts with a
chicken and an egg, on the home grounds of an independent, proud, and
defiant people.
Michael Patrick McCarty earned a B.S. Degree in Wildlife Biology
from Colorado State University. He has worked in both the public and
private sectors in a variety of capacities relating to fisheries and
wildlife biology, water and environmental quality, and outdoor
recreation. Michael and his wife steward a small acreage they have
named Peach Valley Heritage Farms. It’s a “work in progress” for sure,
but a little piece of heaven in the Rockies, just the same. Their work
can be found at The Backyard Provider.