which came first...the chicken or the farmer?!!!

Oh my gosh.  What fun!!  Raising chickens in the back yard.  So, what came first… the chicken  or the chicken farmer??

most likely the backyard came first!!             :-)

Meet the Casey family, urban chicken farmers (along with other various callings!) from the inner city of Traverse City, Michigan. They aren't your typical chicken farmers, since this is somewhat of an experiment for the young family who has taken to loving and naming the chickens such affectionate names as "Butter", "Sweetheart" and "Owlie". But their flock (i mean progeny) is delightfully diverse, a very progressive notion for the contemporary urban farmer. And don't be mistaken, these chickens are loved. Not for their juicy breasts or long legs, they are valued for the chickens that they are. :-) Another progressive notion...They have the best coop, the best compost and more freedom than "ButterBall" from Pilgrims Pride could ever imagine! I don't think that these gals will ever end up on somebody's plate. I hope not. They are individuals... with their own personalities... i mean chickenalities...

What's going on??? What does this all mean?

Welcome to 2010 and the new Michigan economy!      :-o  

Where else could you live on an urban farm inside the city limits and be able to bond with chickens???
(answer; Detroit)

Maybe the Casey family is setting a new trend or maybe Traverse City is just a small step behind Detroit. In any event, urban farms are springing up all over Michigan and the country. The notion to return to our roots and to live more sustainably entices us. We're tempted to grow our own herbs, gather our own eggs and despite it being on a 50x100 foot city plot, we're reconnecting, even if it is with feathery chickens.
                          Nature beckons us.
                          It is the way forward.
                          To love the chickens...