Sorry for the delay. I took a trip to Washington and then had to catch up on homework.
I am "ProFood", a phrase made up by my friend @jambutter, Rob Smart.
Where did your awareness come from, Orren? There are plenty of people at least twice your age who don't see the importance of being mindful about what we eat.
I wish I had a good answer , but it is just what I wake up and am interested in. It isn't the only thing I am interested in, but it's one of the things. I just like farms and barns and dirt; I guess it's where I feel most comfortable. I don't feel that great when I am in a city. I enjoy visiting but am happy to be where there is less concrete. I guess some people just wake up and are interested is certain things. I have friends who think about horses or piano or football, for me it's chickens. And then, once I learned about how some chickens were treated, I became interested in food.
The following year, I did a "persuasive essay" for my English class and I learned even more about the issue. Slowly, slowly, I began to wonder not only about hens, but also about other food. Then I saw Food, Inc. and it really opened my eyes to what is happening. I can't figure out why people aren't more pissed off about this. Factory farming makes animals objects - not living, breathing, creatures. People say to me "But, it's just a chicken"... Right, it is a chicken, but I wouldn't say "just." I would say, it's a funny, bossy, silly animal that I am not willing to torture for the sake of cheap, tasteless meat and eggs.
You get attached to chickens the way other people connect with dogs or cats?
I suppose I do. However, the big difference is that hens don't live in your house and I imagine that makes a big difference. The hens don't just wander over while I am doing homework and sit on my lap, but when I arrive at my coop they definitely sing out "hello", "Glad you are here". Sometimes, on beautiful days, I let my hens out while I am cleaning their coop. They wander around and explore. Every now and then, someone will find a worm and whistle over to the others to come see what she has found. Often, when I am at the back door of the barn scrubbing bowls, a hen will come over and tell me she needs to lay and egg, so I let her in and she heads straight to the nesting box.
I never even knew there were so many different types of chickens. But, first things first. Where is this barn? In your back yard?
It's my friend Julie's barn. It's about a mile away, just in the next town which is quite rural, despite the fact that we are only 30 miles from Boston. The barn is big, red and full of energy. We have goats, hens, roosters, horses, ducks, and guinea hens. Boy, they sure do throw up a racket!
I didn't know chicks purr. And I can just picture them running around your kitchen. Your mother's made of strong stuff.
This winter, I am going to bee school and plan on having some hives next spring. The barn is right next to some honeycrisp apple trees and sweet peaches. I think the bees will like it there. I think I will name my honey either BeeHappy or The Birds and the Bees!