COOPED UP - Pooped Out
It is now legal to keep chickens in your back yard in the City of Vancouver.
This is what your City Council is up to these days.
And they did it all without Kim Capri.
Can you say, "RATS!' boys and girls?
Vermin, stink, guano, foxes, coyotes, raccoons...
Sometimes you read things or hear abut them in the grocery store and you think, "No, that can't be. Who would do something that idiotic?"
So you dismiss the whole idea for a day or two and finally you go back and do the research, and, yes, they really did it.
Vancouver city council voted unanimously Thursday to change city bylaws to legalize the keeping of urban hens.
I will never run for office.
But if I was in council on the day such a nincompoop notion was raised I would squawk, "SHUT UP! GET OUT! We have serious business to do here."
This a city.
Or an approximation of one. A facsimile. We try to be a city.
In real cities, people don't even have lawns. They have parks and commons.
Chickens are for farms.
I buy my already slaughtered chicken at Safeway. After I do some things to it over a fire we like to call a stove, it's just fine thank you. Yummy.
My grandmother, who was born in Russia, bought live chickens from a farmer and killed them and prepared them in our kitchen sink.
IT WAS DISGUSTING!
I was very glad to leave 1950 Winnipeg behind.
Why are we revisiting a disease-ridden, plague-driven, stinky messy gulag lifestyle?
What next? Lions? Alligators?
How about a piranha tank at 12th and Cambie?