As we remarked in, I think chapter one of our book, the town of Mouscron, Belgium, adopted a chicken solution to their household waste problem.
It’s happened again, this time in France.
Officials in the town of Pince, population 200, a village in northwestern France, said the idea first began as “une boutade,” (a witty remark) but then they realized it was a very good idea. The goal, in addition to reducing waste, is to strengthen neighborhood relationships, to provide an educational opportunity for children, and to help with expenses in light of the increase in the price of eggs.
I’m hopeful this will start happening more often, until it becomes routine. Making having your own chickens normal again would be such a sane direction for cities to take.
As much as I love it when people come visit and make over my chickens, I love it even more when they come over and stand three feet from them and not say a word or give them a second look.
They’re usually country people or old timers or people from other countries, and it thrills me to pieces. Like chickens are supposed to be there. Which they are.