Another perk about my new gig that I love, especially being here in NYC now, is the feeling I get when I watch everyone boarding the subway in the mornings. They’re all dressed in suits and ties on the way to work, while I sit chillin’ in my overalls…OK so I don’t really own overalls, but you get the point. Even better is on the way home when I’m covered in dirt and I have carrot tops and basil hanging out of my bag. Although I’m in the city where anything goes, I still get some crazy looks. I just smile and shrug. Urban farming life is good. 🙂
OK, so on to the second of the three major things I didn’t expect to do in the middle of Brooklyn, but am now doing. (click here if you didn’t get to see the first):
Build a Chicken Coop! – I’m volunteering with ENYFarms who works with community residents to help them grow and raise food they can have for themselves and/or sell at market. One such resident couple, Maria and Chris, have been gardening for years in their backyard and this year decided to raise some hens for eggs. Maria’s parents are from Colombia where they grew up on a farm, and she wanted to bring some of her family’s traditions of chicken raising to her Brooklyn home. They bought three baby chicks (one unfortunately was discovered by the cat and is no longer with us) but will soon buy more because the coop we are building them can house up to eight chickens. Soon her baby chicks will grow big, lay eggs and be livin’ large in NYC! As long as the city permits, anyone can raise hens in their yard and have healthy, homegrown delicious eggs. The coop should come with a “run”, which is some stretch of space that they can hang out and walk around in, so that they can do chicken stuff like scratch, cluck and poop. It’s good exercise. In the city a caged run is necessary to protect the chickens from dogs and cats (or in Maria’s case, her infestation of raccoons) or to keep them from of course flying the coop and going out to Starbucks or something.
That’s it! All you need is some wood, some chickens and some chicken wire and voíla you’re raising chickens in the middle of Brooklyn.