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What To Do With Chickens Gone Wild
I was channel surfing the other evening and settled on "Dirty Jobs" with Mike Rowe on the Discovery Channel. One of the dirty jobs Mr. Rowe was doing in this episode was catching wild chickens in Miami.
Apparently, wild chickens are a huge problem in that city forcing the locals to form a volunteer task force that attempts to catch as many as they can. Their success rate is a pretty poultry 30%.
I missed the beginning of the episode, so I'm not sure where all these chickens originally came from. Maybe they escaped from the flocks belonging to existing Urban Chicken Ranchers. Or perhaps these rogue chickens fled Cuba on inner tubes seeking political asylum in The Sunshine State. I just don't know.
But based on this TV program, Miami has a heckuva wild chicken problem.
Which, of course, got me thinking about the proposed chicken ordinance that is before the Cape Girardeau City Council. A what-if scenario immediately came to mind.
Let's assume a majority of the City Council passes the ordinance and residents are therefore free to go to Bucheit's in Jackson and buy 10 of those cute little chickies they sell in the middle of the store.
Sadly, those cute little chickies don't stay cute and little for very long. The Cape residents who succumb to their cuteness and their littleness might start feeling that being an Urban Chicken Rancher is just not their thing after their flock has gotten a lot less cute and whole lot bigger.
But what do you do with the flock of chicken you adopted on the pretense of having fresh eggs on a daily basis, but now no longer want?
Well, you could eat them, but that would be hard for a lot of people who got them when they were little and cute and probably gave them names. It's tough to chop the head off a chicken when you know her name is Phyllis.
Besides, slaughtering chickens is specifically prohibited in the proposed city ordinance that the City Council is still contemplating.
Or the folks who no longer want their chickens could just "accidentally" -- wink, wink, nudge, nudge -- leave the door to their chicken corral open and let the birdies wander out into the wilds of the city to fend for themselves.
After all, how would anyone know it was his or hers chickens?
It's not like the city is requiring the birds to have collars or be embedded with those electronic tracking chips so a nuisance officer can positively identify that the Rhode Island Red squawking on your front stoop actually belongs to a neighbor three blocks away.
No, since there will be no way to identify who actually owns these grown up chickens, abandonment will be the easy way out for people not cut out for the chicken rancher way of life.
Which could result in Cape looking like the streets of Miami where gangs of chickens patrol the alleyways feasting on trash and terrorizing the neighborhoods with a buck-buck here and a cock-a-doodle-do there.
I suppose the City of Cape Girardeau could assemble its own chicken task force to track down these chickens gone wild but that seems like a lot of work.
Maybe these rogue chickens would take the hint if we left a pile of inner tubes down by the Mississippi with directions to Southern Illinois.
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