Since I know that my colleague’s chooks averagely hatch 4 eggs per day, I was overwhelmed by the idea to order some chooks and raise them at home. 4 eggs a day? She must be joking but she seemed not. If I have 4 eggs per day, I probably won’t need to buy any eggs from supermarket anymore. And, the hatched eggs would be purely free range, which come fairly pricey on the market, at averagely $4-7 AUD per dozen.

Anyway, with the conversation going deeper and deeper, this crazy idea in my mind got faded away. Apparently I need 3 times of my house size’s playground to hold the chicken to make sure they have enough space to play freely. Then I need to build a very high fence (preferably electric wire on the top) to prevent foxes and hunting dogs to attack them, even though still not being able to protect them from hawks and other birds. Then I need to have a shelter house for chicken to live at night and lay the eggs. Then I need to prepare food, take them to eat grasses to make yolk more yellow and provide sands for them to chew to make shells stronger….then clean the place… then send them to the heaven when they pass the breeding age…..it’s just too much!!!

Eggs are lovely, but I don’t want to get into the same circle of a life to bear the pain caused by having a pet any more. One Mimi is enough. A chicken with a name might be not that troublesome, but it’s still a life. And, life has its characters to do with something called “being fragile” and “unpredictable”, so forget about it, go buy eggs!!….Certainly I can accept this part. The only thing really puzzles me is that “why I am thinking and behaving more and more like a peasant??”