It is a question that has pestered mankind for centuries, perhaps
even millenia. Which came first?
The more contemporary version of the question I ask myself has a much
simpler answer. For me, it is clearly the chicken(s) that came
before the blog.
How is it that someone who neither Tweets nor Likes nor jumps onto
4square winds up blogging? Well, it has been a long journey, one
that has taken me from the purgatory of parenting, volunteering,
domesticating (former students of philosophy are generally at liberty
to make up words) and such to the progressive Dantean circles of
insanity. Every successful sourdough starter, each daily meal, every
seed or seedling planted in the garden and lastly, the
chicks-turned-roosters or hens that have overtaken my life in
sub-urban California, have contributed to my transformation from the
content “home-maker” to the marginally insane person in need of
blog-therapy.
This is the story of how raising urban chickens slowly drove me to
the brink of insanity and why I decided, after much encouragement and
prodding from friends and acquaintances, to contribute to the daily
recommended allowance of 15 minutes of laughter per day for those who
might find this humorous.
I will share my best and worst moments, knowing full well that
someone may read this someday and either laugh in recognition or just
at the absurdity of it all, while others will shake heads in
disapproval or perhaps offer free counseling for my children who will
no doubt make good use of it someday.
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