Here, chicky, chicky

We’ve talked about wanting chickens for over three years, maybe four.  Where we lived before just wasn’t a possibility but now we’ve been settled into our new house for over a year now.  Last Saturday, we finally decided to get a few.  We only wanted 3 but Tractor Supply would only sell them in quantities of 6, so, 3 of these girls will be finding a new home when they’re old enough.  They’re Rhode Island Reds. Nashville/Davidson County’s ordinance says you can keep chickens as long as they are not kept in a manner that causes a nuisance.  A few people I spoke to mentioned that the city limit was only 3 although I couldn’t find any information to support that.  Perfect anyway – we only wanted three. We’ve already picked out their names:  Piper, Phoebe and Paige (our cat is named Prue – yes, we’re fans of CHARMED) but we don’t know who is who yet.  We have a good idea which three we’re attached to but waiting to make sure that no roos slipped their way into the pullet brooder (no roosters allowed in the city … well, not really NOT allowed but an unspoken courtesy.  In other words, a rooster will get you complaints from the neighbors).  Our girls were one week old when we picked them up.   We’ve been searching, googling and researching which type of coop and run would be best for our small backyard and want to make it as attractive as possible (although neither one of us are master woodworkers…especially not me).  Here’s our girls.  Aren’t they cute?

urban chicks