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.