Cartoon by T. McCracken.
Raising fowl in our yard was supposed to be a fun urban farming experiment. Then it took a turn for the absurd
By Marci Riseman
Oct 6, 2010
Tallulah was listless. At least I think it was Tallulah. We had four identical Plymouth Rock chickens, and we’d only gotten around to naming two of them — which two, we weren’t quite sure.
After googling “San Francisco” and “bird hospital,” I secured a diagnostic appointment for the chicken, who lay uncharacteristically still near the water dish in the coop in our backyard.
The chickens came from my son’s first-grade classroom. At the end of the school year, they were going to be sent to the farm if no one claimed them, so we took them home.
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