Dalton RobertsTwo topics in the news recently have been on my mind. The first is the city’s proposed ordinance to allow chickens to be housed and raised inside the city being voted on tonight. The other is the Chattanooga Folk School’s problems. Frankly, I doubt I know enough about either subject to write a complete column on it.
I do know we had chickens when I was growing up at Watering Trough. It’s nice to have fresh eggs and to carry a hen to the old chop block when we wanted some fried chicken. What I must also tell you is that they’re fairly messy. Yes, chickens do excrete.
The man from whom I bought my house, Howard Lovell, loved exotic chickens and kept a small flock on the land where I now live. I’ve gotten different feedback from neighbors who had to live with Howard and his chickens. Most of them say the only thing that bothered them was the excretion problem, and some said the colorful chickens added something special to the neighborhood.
Since the license is estimated to cost $100 with a $10 per year renewal fee, you might save money by just buying your eggs at the supermarket.
What I really wanted to write about today are the problems the Chattanooga Folk School is experiencing in finding a home. In the words of Tex Ritter’s song “Boll Weevil,” “They’re justa lookin’ for a home, they’re justa lookin’ for a home.”