We're getting our first flock of laying hens any day now, so I figured it would be a good time to read this book. Tove Danovich always wanted chickens, but living in New York City made that pretty difficult. But, when she and her husband moved to Portland, Oregon her chicken dreams could come true. She initially started with three chickens and almost immediately realized that was not enough. Because of her own chickens Danovich dives into all things chickens - from visiting the hatchery where she purchased her chicks to meeting chicken trainers and people professionally showing their chickens and everything in between. She also explores the dark side of chickens - mostly in the food industry, but also when it comes to roosters and dealing with them when people either don't want them or local ordinances don't allow them. This was a quick read and an interesting book, but I just didn't love it. She is VERY much a chicken person and spends a LOT of time with her chickens. I never really wanted chickens, but my husband wore me down over time. I love animals and I'm sure I'll enjoy our chickens, but they won't be pets for us - they are for eggs and if that goes well we might branch off into meat chickens too. While she didn't push it on the readers, Danovich quit eating chicken after getting hers and I'm not interested in doing that. I am interested in sourcing local, humanely raised meat/eggs/dairy which is why we're getting our own chickens to begin with. I think this book has a lot of good information, but is more geared towards people who want to keep chickens as pets with the bonus of getting eggs.
A quote I liked:
[I was impressed that Danovich sought out spent commercial laying/battery hens to keep as pets/let them live a natural rest of their lives] "I noticed that the flock I raised from chicks only made a purring noise when they were at their absolute peak happiness - a dust bath in the sun when the weather wasn't too hot or too cold - Thelma and Louise [the rescued battery hens] did it constantly. For them, every day was the best day they'd ever had." (p. 185-86)