Chuck is the rooster who lives in our backyard. Sometimes, he sits on the back deck- on or under the picnic table. Other times he checks out our side garden by the clothes line, or hangs out around the defunct water feature nestled in with the english ivy and coronation gold yarrow.
Chuck is the only chicken in our yard at the moment, and the only acceptable rooster to keep on an urban homestead. He is chicken art -- a bird made out of old signs and rebar legs that we bought at the antiques market.
We brought him home the summer after our city planning committee decided to outlaw chicken keeping within the city limits and banished our four backyard hens to a friends country farm.
Since that time, I've been dreaming of a time when we can convince the city planners that keeping backyard chickens within city limits is the right thing to do.
I believe that time has come.
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