hmm. for some reason I'm not able to enter a title into the title bar box today. oh well. life in the blogosphere must go on. here's the title i wanted to enter:

I'm a Chick Magnet
Our household now has the pitterpatter of little feet. And little wings. We bought two baby chicks on Saturday. They are about 3 weeks old, make cute little birdtwittery noices, and look very cute. If all goes well, we'll be eating home-grown eggs in a few months. I'm not sure if raising chickens for eggs is economical, but its been a lot of fun, just in the past few days.

A sharp-eyed poultry husbander can come across some great deals, even in semi-urban Oakland. Today I scored a free bag of chicken feed and a bale of straw. (Both came from a family who lost three chickens to racoons.) Even with free feed, by the time I build a coop (with small-mesh wire that can foil masked furry bandits) and whatever else we need, its probably less expensive to buy eggs at the store. However, the title of this blog is Living Well, and not just getting by, and I'm enjoying our latest agricultural experiment.

We've been thinking about chickens for a few months now, and they keep popping up. We've been randomly meeting people who have chickens, and reading about them in the NY Times and the East Bay Express. Chicken is the new pug, or something.