I understand raccoons need to eat too, just not my chickens. I can't argue with nature, but I can keep my pets safe. Although their suburban yard is large, they have limited space to run and hid for cover. They are trapped.
I'll never forget where I was the day I heard Lady Gaga crow for the first time. Not the singer, but my chicken, a particularly beautiful little guy with flashy feathers and a gorgeous, larger-than-life swagger.
The advantages to having chickens foraging in my yard outweigh the trouble of their care. If you are considering chickens, provided your city or suburb's code allows them, here are a few thoughts about their care.
Killing a chicken was easy but hard. The act of plucking off her feathers, eviscerating her carcass and the moment when a living thing became food, in my hands, right before my eyes, were tremendously profound.