It seems I’ve been part of many friendly discussions over the past few weeks. Friends with chickens, who used to have chickens, who know someone who used to have chickens, those who eat eggs for breakfast, or know someone who used to eat eggs have weighed in and commented on several aspects of chicken raising.
A farmer may swing wide his chicken door when the sun first comes up—his flock may parade out into a pasture for the day and have the door shut on them again in the evening when the sun is low in the sky. Or, a small door leading to a paved yard at the end of a crowded chicken barn may be opened for half an hour every morning. Either of these choices, and everything in between allows