Fowl in the City

The past few days I’ve heard clucking. I live in a pretty urban environment and only a half mile or so from downtown. I should not hear clucking. Then Wonder Boy mentions that there is a dead chicken in the street. I’ve read a lot about urban farming and find it a pretty fascinating concept. I thought that maybe one of my neighbors had started their own chicken farm and a chicken had gotten loose?

Then Wonder Boy comes up to me yesterday and says, “Have you seen the rooster?” Um, excuse me?!

Sure enough. Two doors down I see a rooster walking around the backyard. And through some Facebook chatter with neighbors, we learn that our next door neighbor Bertha Knuckles has caught a loose chicken, named it Margaret and it’s living in her shed and yard!

I decided to do the only logical thing. I grabbed some bird seed and a cat carrier and went to catch the rooster. Fail. A little while later I joined some other people in some more successful rooster wrangling adventures.

And most importantly, a little while later I got to meet Margaret.

Photo by Bertha Knuckles