KelliLifelong W. Rogers Resident/Now A Happy Dunningite
Ok, this is just too weird. A couple of days ago while walking my dog we came across three chickens doing their pecking thing on someone's front lawn. This was on the 6100 block of Sacramento. I really thought someone had slipped me some acid or something, until a woman appeared saying "Here, chickie chickie" and explained that they were hers and she was letting them get some free range exercise. I told her that's neat, but there's a lot of dogs and raccoons and such around that would love a fresh chicken dinner, as my dog was lunging at her very large chickens.
I work with a bird rescue group and will go down and get it if it's still there. Has anyone found where it belongs? There is a good chance, it won't make it through the night because of other animals. If I don't hear from anyone by 10:30, I'll just go down there, but if someone knows anything about this, please let me know! THanks!
All I know is that I saw chickens there today when I dropped my nephew up from school today. I saw two there in the morning one white and one black like this one, but in the afternoon I only saw the white one.
By the way, roosters are chickens. So are hens. Hens are female chickens, roosters are male chickens. The association of "chicken' with female is due to the fact that most roosters are culled (ie, killed and eaten before sexually mature) because they are harem-social animals, and so you can only have a few roosters for many hens. But they're all chickens.
we sometimes do a farm report on The Live from the Heartland Show. Sometimes its local, and last time we did the report, someone told me they knew of six families with chickens in the hood. Maybe a rooster too. Thom Clark family on Morse has chickens. Will try and find out who else has....
Feathers is doing quite well. He has found temporary housing in my back yard and had an ample supply of rice and water last night and today. We will be looking for a permanent housing or to reunite with previous owner. feathers is very friendly, beautiful and has a muted crow.
Thanks so much, Bruce for the rescue and letting us know. I was really concerned about her getting eaten by a raccoon. Feathers is an adorable name. If you need permanent housing, my bird rescue group has a few people who take chickens.
Nothing but the best cooked rice for Feathers. Just checked on Feathers and all seems good. Fresh water and some bread. In all fairness just wanted to give the original owner a chance to claim but Sunday is the time limit.
This is not so weird. There's a moving cock-fighting ring in the neighborhood. The roosters are raised, kept, and fought: for a while in the playlot at Ravenswood & Albion, but the police supposedly broke it up. The hens on the other hand, as soon as they can tell they're female, are thrown out on the street. I know, because I found one, poor thing, barely fledged, just one big feather, screaming her heart out under a car. She came home with me and had a happy life with me for 8 years as a pet.
Bruce, for what it's worth, my pet loved sunflower seeds, dry oatmeal, and bananas. (And flies, but you had to catch 'em for her — I can't agree that chickens are bright — although she was bright enough to get me to catch 'em for her — and she wouldn't eat them if more than 15 seconds dead.)
For the record... all our hens at United Church of Rogers Park are accounted for. I'm glad to see enough people have noticed them to be on the lookout for their well-being! Thanks, all!
If the hen needs a relocation, we would be happy to have her in our yard. We keep chickens as a part of our Children's Garden Program, a free after school activity for children between the ages of 5-12. We currently have 3 hens and would welcome a 4th (if the original owner isn't found, of course) to supply more eggs for our students to take home.
If the owner of Feathers is not found, I vote to have her given to the United Church of Rogers Park so that she can stay in the neighborhood. That is, if Feathers is a girl. I'm not sure that it's even legal to keep roosters in the city. Even if it is, I doubt that the neighbors near Morse and Ashland would appreciate the crowing. Peter, would you know by examining Feathers?
Your program at the church is great, Peter. I'm glad to learn about it.
Feathers is no figher either and is pretty much a Hippie Chick. Yes Feathers has feathers on his legs and is likely a rooster because of his crown and beard. Feathers has enjoyed a balanced diet of sunflower seeds, cooked rice and bread scraps lots of water and some very humored nieghbors. So far the best solution is for Feathers to move to an undisclosed location in UK village where there is chicken coop that allows for a rooster or two to live out their natural lives. No chicken should be illegal but if a rooster iis going to crow then let him crow where no one will report to the authorities. Thanks for all the kind suggestions but unless the owner comes forward feahers will move south to a great friendly location where my kids can go visit for the forseeable future.
Important — especially Bruce of course: I believe I've found the owner of Our Chicken, and have contacted him, telling him about this thread, which he has now looked at. [While walking my Dog on the 1800 block of Farwell or Morse, I saw a poster, with photo, phone number, and even an offer of a reward, which, no, I didn't claim.]
I know that the owner of the two flat on farwell inbetween greenview and ashland has chickens, he painted the second floor part of the house yellow, and the rest is white. The color of an open egg. Dead giveaway.
One thing puzzles me. The photo on the "Lost Chicken" poster shows Feathers against the same identical background as the photo posted by Bruce at the start of this thread (although in a different pose). But how can the bird have been lost in a place where it was photographed by his owner? Or is there something I'm not understanding.
I HAVE A CHICKEN STORY TOO! About 4 years ago, on Christmas Eve, my wife and I walked out of Morseland. Couple of seedy looking dudes hit us up for money. We said, no not today. That's when one of the guys went and reached under a parked car near Morseland and said "how 'bout this chicken, can you take this chicken? We're done with it." I don't know or want to know what it means to be 'done' with a chicken. We took the chicken, which was being carried in a Target (plastic) bag. Took it home and had to call 311. We kept the chicken for a night until animal services could come. Poor chicken, was clingling to life.
Seedy-looking characters? They were probably fighting them - but I find it odd that they'd try to give the chicken away, rather than just tossing it after it lost. Humane cock-fighters? Hmmm... Actually, I was expecting a punch line from that post, Michael! Let's see - "Want a used chicken?" Something with the Target bag... There's gotta be a joke in there somewhere!
You're right Barbara. It sounds like a classic set up for a joke. Maybe we can sponsor a contest in this thread to challenge subscribers to take the kernel of Michael's story and finish it w/ a punchline. Then when all the entries are in, we use the virtual laugh-o-meter to decide on a winner.
Don't have an entry yet, but I'll work on it. I do, however, have a chicken story. It's about my father when he was very little, about 4 or 5. This would have been circa 1925. He grew up on the near west side (roughly around where Rush-Presby Hosp is now. In those days, people would go to the butcher to get their meat live on the spot (due to lack of refrigeration). The customer places the order, and the butcher slaughters the selected livestock right there. The customer whisks the fresh meat home to begin cooking it immediately, before it spoils. My father used to go w/ his mother when she visited the butcher. She wanted a chicken. For some reason, the butcher couldn't kill the chicken right then, so he offered to let my grandmother take the live chicken home so no one else got it, and come back later for the slaughter. So they brought the live chicken home and tied its leg to the stove leg w/ a string. My father forgot why they brought it home and played w/ the chicken for hours, giving it bits of food to eat, and naming it (Henry). His mother saw dad's attachment and was careful to return the chicken for slaughter when he was distracted. Poor dad didn't put 2 and 2 together until he sat down to dinner and noticed the chicken was MIA. He said he just couldn't muster an appetite.
We had a chicken in our front yard a few years ago during a cold March. I lived behind the dreaded Morelia Supermercado on Western and believe it came from the idiots there. Red Door animal shelter rescued it.
Oh, Mr Rogers, that may be because there wasn't an actual joke (other than the post earlier about the chicken crossing the road). I just thought that what Michael wrote about the guys who "reached under a car and pulled out a chicken" after he wouldn't give them money was just begging for a punch line. Marianne's suggestion was that we embellish his story and turn it into a joke contest. Don't worry - you didn't miss anything much... LOL
Yes Feathers lives with a family in the 1%. Not your typical 1% ers. They are very nice and do many civiclyminded projects and programs. No its not the family that owns a theatre in our hood but similar income bracket. Feathers has a better health care and benefits package than I do. Has 4 hens and a fully furnished hen house with AC and heat. Family has large city contracts with more clout than our mayor, less than the former mayor.
Has two moms and no dads. Thats all I will say on the matter.
Now about that turkey, does anyone know what happened to it? I just missed seeing it while I was in Sullivan voting in the local school council election. It ran south past the school and was "captured" on one of the candidate's cell phone cameras.
Interesting that all of this concern got generated for a lost / homeless chicken. I am wondering how it came to be that we- including me- don't go to all this trouble every time we come across a lost / homeless person. We get used to homeless people somehow. True, a homeless person requires more than being penned in the back yard with some rice and a cup of water. But still.
Not necessarily a criticism of the expression of concern for the chicken, but an observation of how we become inured to tragedy. I somehow feel we shouldn't be like this, but I certainly don't have any answers for the problems of the homeless.
KelliLifelong W. Rogers Resident/Now A Happy Dunningite
Mental illness is not a choice, nor are the repercussions a result of one's actions. Neither is getting kicked out of your home for being who you are. Neither is an unexpected job lay-off in a dismal economy.
I recall Ronald Reagan making comments like this in his term. He told a story of city workers rounding up homeless people to move them to shelters...if they qualified. In many cases, the "shelter" was a County mental health facility, like Bellevue. He told the story city workers reported, rounding up a young homeless woman, w/ the offer of moving her to the MH facility. The woman didn't want to go there. Reagan held out this anecdote as an example of what a marvelous place America is---individual liberties and rights are sacred; no one can be forced off the streets into any shelter they don't want to go to. Yes, how lucky this woman was! Faced w/ the choice of living on the street or in a facility for the mentally ill, she couldn't be forced off the street. Yes, how good to be an American! The luckiest people in the world.
As to what Bill said about the disparity between the eagerness of people to rush to the aid of an animal loose on the street w/o an apparent home compared to a person on the street, I think it comes down to just what Bill said: it's infinitely easier to resolve the problems of a stray dog, cat or chicken than of a homeless human being. Helping a homeless person is a lot harder, and takes a far longer investment of time and a far greater commitment of resources than a homeless chicken.
Really Oliver? You like what I said? I would not have thought so. From what you have said, I had the feeling that you blame people for having terrible misfortune. You said there are gov't programs where they can get assistance. I talked about what this so-called "assistance" might be...the choice to stay on the street or go into a state or county hospital for the mentally ill. Did it sound to you I see this as a reasonable choice? If it did, you weren't reading me right.
I may have mentioned this in another thread, but years ago we were going through an alley for some reason when we heard the unmistakable sound of a goat baaaa-ing. We really laughed because we both were pretty sure goats are not allowed in private residences in Chicago.
I'm 99% certain goats, pigs & even horses are legal to keep, so long as they're licensed & appropriately housed. I'd be willing to bet that there are few animals that are not legal, apart from very dangerous, exotic non-native species & maybe a couple other categories worth of animals.
About 15 or so years ago I knew a guy who claimed he obtained the first horse license ever issued by the city & they kept the horse in their yard in Rogers Park. He was politically connected thru his father who worked with Daley Sr, from what I remember. One of these days I'll check that story out.
On two occasions in the last few years I’ve spotted chickens wandering our city streets. Both times near cemeteries. I chatted with another passerby and was told that chicken sacrifice by the Santeria is quite common in our area. Every so often one or two get away.
This was years ago, but we were walking in a forest preserve and a very large bird emerged from the trees, strutting and pecking. It seemed impossible but it sure acted like a turkey. I said that to my husband but he refused to believe it. We observed the bird for a minute and my husband then owned up to the fact that it may not be a turkey, but he sure didn't know anything else it could be, as it definitely did act like a turkey. Just then, it gobbled. It was definitely a turkey's gobble. No arguing about it...it was a turkey. We didn't know there were any wild turkeys in the Chicago area, but I guess there are.
B. Duggan, that's what happens when one tries to interpret legalese in the middle of the night. But I don't find anything in the city code about licensing goats and pigs--just licenses for horses--so go get your goat (or pig).
@Marianne I don't mean to argue w/you but Honestly, losing your home because you can not afford to make your payments (or the home in the first place) or being abandoned by your loved ones, because you lost your marbles are not really misfortunes. In my humble opinion e.g: getting an incurable terminal disease, losing a child, are misfortunes.
Wow, Oliver, you are one harsh mister. I hope you never end up down on your luck - or if/when you are that you have more empathetic people in your life than you seem to be! If those are "misfortunes" what do you consider a tragedy?!
@Oliver: if you have never read the novel "Sister Carrie" by Theodore Dreiser, I highly recommend it. Dreiser lived for a time in Chicago, and the first half of the book is set here (in the 1880s). It was the most chilling portrayal of a man's meteoric fall from a comfortable life and respectable position and social status to his gradual decline in circumstances until he loses his last dollar, living on the streets, dying from chronic hunger and coldness as well all human dignity. As the story progressed, I felt myself descending deeper and deeper into a chasm of widening horror. I was so shaken up at the book's conclusion, a pall of despondency shrouded me for days. I wasn't able to crack a smile. I turned down invitations to go out. I was nearly shattered by it emotionally. I have never been able to look at homeless people the same way again. Everyone has a story. And before any of us judge harshly someone we see in horrible circumstances, we ought to at least know that story. And if one isn't interested in hearing the story, then turn the other way and hurry on--but not w/ judgement.
This is one of the very first books I collected for my library about Chicago. Being sober and realistic, it presents the Chicago of its time very well. If I remember correctly, Carrie first moves into a Near West neighborhood. It's a good book to include in a niche about women's lives in the nineteenth century. I like that it doesn't condemn Carrie, just shows how she struggled to make a life when not many options were open to her. She succeeds but isn't exactly happy, and poor Mr. Hurstwood, he ends up really bad. It's a great movie with Laurence Olivier and Jennifer Jones (1952). Excellent casting. You can see it on Amazon instant streaming.
Sorry you were so adversely affected by it, Marianne. I do remember it was serious. I just assumed that was because it was written during and about the turn of nineteenth century America. Upton Sinclair is no picnic to read either.
Sandra, thanks. Please understand when I talked about how hard the book hit me and the chill I felt was not me saying it's not a good book. I think it's incredible book. In fact, when my husband and I went on our first date, he asked me what books do I really like, and I listed Sister Carrie among them, w/ Sister Carrie near the top. My take is, Dreiser was so masterful a writer, he was able to make the experiences of his characters intensely real. I think what devastated me so much about George Hurstwood's horrifying decline is that I could really feel Hurstwood's physical and emotional suffering, and the disintegration of his life was gradual, yet so thorough, it was impossible to read it without feeling it and seeing it all through the character's eyes. It was chilling and haunting. It stayed with me a long time. But I would attribute that a remarkable accomplishment of any creative work. It's challenging to read or see something that's painful or disturbing to absorb. But if the reader or viewer wants to push himself outside his comfort zone and expand his mind rather than simply feel good or entertained, it's important to seek out and embrace these tough opportunities. Upton Sinclair is another author who does this, you are right. I read "The Jungle" in high school and was impacted similarly. These authors wrote in the age of Naturalism and Realism. There is a familiar theme in all works of that genre. The struggle and suffering of the common man and woman.
For me, Emerson and the writings of other Transcendentalists are a great antitdote to the dire feelings that American writers like Dreiser can summon. Thankfully, their works were also available after the Civil War and during difficult economic times at the end of the century. I might read some American realism this winter when it gets cold and the wind howls outside. But I'm keeping Walden Pond nearby on the nightstand.
Only on EveryBlock: We begin with a chicken that has been found. After the thread is reactivated, it devolves into a discussion of homelessness. Along the way, turkeys, goats, pigs. and a duck are added to the mix. And, so far, it ends with a literary discussion, though it's probably not over yet. Amazing.
Erin, there are 2 versions of the text: one, Dreiser's original, and the expurgated published version Doubleday released in 1900. Some of the content of Dreiser's original text was deemed much too racy or controversial for a Puritanical society of the time. Another concern of Doubleday's was Dreiser's original ending, which they considered too intense in its tone of despair. They demanded Dreiser add a few paragraphs to diffuse the intensity of the last lines. While hardly cheerier or uplifting, the "epilogue" does distract the reader to some degree from the painful emotions of the previous scene--mostly bogging down the reader with overly ornate and verbose rhetoric, which does a grave disservice to a brilliant literary work IMO. In 1981, the Univ. of Pennsylvania Press recovered Dreiser's original text and released its "unexpurgated" edition. If you can, Erin, see if you DL'd the Penn. Press edition; if not, see if you can find it. It's worth the effort IMO.
BTW to add to the chickens list... I have 4 growers at the moment that will be out in the next day or two. Helen probably could have heard me screaming this week as I've been building the coop still. And I'm the last guy in town without a nail gun--my thumb nail might be the sacrifice.
neighbor (who is the newer owner of Heartland Cafe) has chickens. Last night someone was coming down the alley and I believe looking to see them... they stopped in front of my gate and I heard them say "they're back there!" and reversed back to see them.
interesting debates on whether it's part of a fighting ring, or just a tossed rooster, or a missed sacrifice...all seem plausible. The sacrificial thing is def. a thing I've heard about--they do it at the beach typically I believe. With goats too.
If you order chicks by mail you can order them female only, but when big distributors get them and send them, they will send a few extras in case one dies in the mail shipment. supposedly, that's where the roosters can come into play if you're ordering by mail. If you're just ordering 3-4 I don't think they send extras though.
as far as roosters in the city... I don't think they're illegal per se outright. They may violate the noise ordinance in the morning, and you are not allowed to keep animals for meat.... so 'what else is there' ... (breeding).
Personally I bought mine at Belmont Feed & Seed -- great little store right at Belmont and 90/94. They have a variety of breeds as well as organic feed and all the supplies you'd need.
the woman w/ them in her front yard.... not too crazy that she's letting them wander the yard, but the more normal thing would be to build a small chicken tractor enclosure and move that where they are grazing that day.
Yeast dough needs time to rise so it is made way before the pastry dough and before feather footed corkadoodles begin to crow. Helen must be a baker or donut maker being up the same time I am. A pig named Monique who lives down the street also is awake when I go to work but she is a local Walker and not of the Brucean species. She is ending her work day by then.
d3, are you immediately east of Tom's chickens? If so, that's too far down for me to have heard you. If I were you, I wouldn't count on having all girls. I'm not at all sure that they can really determine the sex of chicks that young. Mo usually gets a couple of roosters in her batch. It's been determined that roosters are not illegal in Chicago though neighbors may certainly object.
Some buffalo are Asian, some are African and a few are Polish. Japanese geneticists are trying to create a miniature form of Bison that would be about the size of a Cocker Spaniel dog. It would be fun having a little herd of them roam in the back yard.
You can thank the Goths or the Normans or the Mesopotamian Arabs or Hannibal or the returning Crusaders for introducing Water Buffalo to Italy. Nobody knows but those sluggish hefty old gals sure make good cheese.
Oh, you did mean a real buffalo. I thought you meant the bison that used to roam the great plains, which are often called buffalo. Oh, for a Caprese salad with Heirloom tomatoes and buffalo mozzarella.