About This Blog
The purpose of this blog is to chronicle my experiences raising and keeping chickens in the City of Chicago, in an effort to provide information to others who are already raising, or are curious about raising, chickens in an unlikely place.
About Chick Little
Chick Little is the nom de plume (such plume consisting primarily of horsefeathers) of an attorney and writer who resides in Chicago, Illinois and who keeps chickens on the rooftop of her garage.
Why Chicken Little?
This blog attempts to be an educational resource for those who want to keep chickens, painted against a post-modern retelling of the story of "Chicken Little". Why the story of Chicken Little, you ask? Because that story was about some chickens, and because it has any number of endings.
In one version, Chicken Little and all of his or her (depending on which version you read) friends are eaten by the fox. In another version, no one is eaten by the fox. And in yet another version, the fox makes a nice meal out of only some of Chicken Little's coterie. It is an elastic story, capable of fitting the needs of those who bear witness to it, much like life. What better story to stretch my whims against?
With the variable endings come variable morals: Be brave. Don't let your fears get the better of you. Don't believe everything you are told. All useful, as is the lesson learned from a story that can maintain some consistency among it's many versions, for it serves as a reminder that any reliability we seek must be found within ourselves; that everything is ever-changing. The world, as well as each of us, is ripe with possibility, provided we consistently stay open to it.
So the story told on these "pages" is that of Chicken Little, considering the sky falling and growing, acorns dropping from overhead and sprouting from below, and how to write the version in which the chicken eats the fox.
This blog attempts to be an educational resource for those who want to keep chickens, painted against a post-modern retelling of the story of "Chicken Little". Why the story of Chicken Little, you ask? Because that story was about some chickens, and because it has any number of endings.
In one version, Chicken Little and all of his or her (depending on which version you read) friends are eaten by the fox. In another version, no one is eaten by the fox. And in yet another version, the fox makes a nice meal out of only some of Chicken Little's coterie. It is an elastic story, capable of fitting the needs of those who bear witness to it, much like life. What better story to stretch my whims against?
With the variable endings come variable morals: Be brave. Don't let your fears get the better of you. Don't believe everything you are told. All useful, as is the lesson learned from a story that can maintain some consistency among it's many versions, for it serves as a reminder that any reliability we seek must be found within ourselves; that everything is ever-changing. The world, as well as each of us, is ripe with possibility, provided we consistently stay open to it.
So the story told on these "pages" is that of Chicken Little, considering the sky falling and growing, acorns dropping from overhead and sprouting from below, and how to write the version in which the chicken eats the fox.
