Raising chickens has opened many doors for us in the past year. As far as conversations go, our chickens have helped us break the proverbially ice in talking to our neighbors. Folks feel more comfortable stopping at our front fence for afternoon chats to comment on our growing garden, on the puff balls of feathers ranging free throughout our yard, to share their own stories of farm fresh food in Poland, Mexico, Guatemala, Serbia. I feel that our block has really come together socially to form the community I've valued since childhood.
So it was a happy surprise last week to get an email from the Chicago Reader requesting an interview about our chickens. After our brief conversation on the phone and a rainy morning photo shoot with one of their photographers, this little piece on our urban homestead hit the interwebs today.
I think it's pretty cute that the reporter didn't clarify the name of my spouse and incorrectly assumed his name is Jimmy Wefenstette. It certainly has a ring to it (more than Kelli Thomas ever would). Also, we don't have a backyard! Our hens live their life in full front yard glory! Regardless, I'm extremely appreciative of the opportunity to share our homestead with the City!
Read our interview here.