backyard chickensSomehow or other, it is among the most tag of twenty-first century metropolitan hipness to keep a bunch of birds out back again. We're mostly discussing hens. Exact quantities are unavailable, but the trend has become popular enough for dozens of major towns to revise their dog ordinances, thereby beginning the legal floodgates for the emergence of urban pet animal agriculture, an undertaking that most American cities legislated out of lifetime (principally for health reasons) back the nineteenth century.This renaissance of foodie love for the uber-local egg in addition has inspired its talk about of outlandish rhetoric. Says the mayor of Madison, Wisconsin: "Chickens are actually bringing us jointly as a community." Says my Austin neighbor and co-owner of Boggy Creek Plantation, Carol-Ann Sayle: "Everyone should have their own henhouse in their own yard."It's doubtful that the incoming mayor of New York City will trust either of the sentiments. But no subject. Thousands of other urbanites nationwide--many of these so committed to keeping hens that they actually so surreptitiously--are all of a sudden giving a major cluck about garden eggs.Lost in every the enthusiasm are the drawbacks. Corresponding to Ian Elwood, of Dog Legal Defense Finance, "the solutions backyard chicken farming seeks to create--food security, local foodsheds, healthy eating--are all better offered by pushing more plant based farming." His important thing regarding metropolitan agriculture is simple: "Let's leave family pets out of it."What follows are five explanations why, as it pertains to hens, Elwood is onto something.1) Diminishing Production. Hens start laying eggs after about five weeks. Development, however, wanes at age two. Hens can live for well over a decade. Many backyard hen owners are as reluctant to keep a non-productive hen as they are to turn her into poultry soup. The upshot is a sharp surge in abandoned parrots. In 2001, based on the Associated Press, Minneapolis' Poultry Run Recovery fielded six phone calls from individuals seeking to find homes for forsaken hens. By 2012, that quantity come to almost 500.2) Commercial Hatcheries. Bringing up hens in the backyard seems like an obviously humane alternative to factory farming. In a few ways, it is. However, on this point, two meticulously related facts should be considered. First, the majority of hens luckily enough to flee the factory's electric battery cage hail from the same commercial hatcheries supplying stock farms with millions of wild birds. This commonality not only undermines any pretense of convinced that backyard birds task the industrialized status quo, but it contributes to another problem, namely the fact that the male chicks given birth to in those commercial hatcheries were likely either tossed alive into a grinder or gassed. Men wild birds are worthless to a hatchery supplying egg farms. Household hens might be glorified, but their lovely chicken breast brothers are cared for like trash.3) Predation. Backyard hens are especially vulnerable to predation. Try this experiment: when you learn a friend gets backyard hens, check in two months later and have how things are going. It’s likely that good that the response will go something like, "great, but . . . ." Pups, cats, snakes, coyotes, possum, hawks, raccoons, raccoons, raccoons. These predators are prevalent and persistent as well as your poor hens, the ones you attended to love as pets, cannot engage their natural defense mechanisms (such as finding a low tree limb concealed in thick foliage). They often find themselves trapped in some Ritz-Carleton of the coop that turned out to be less secure than publicized and, in their plush safe havens, are killed in a way that makes the slaughterhouse seem just like a day spa in comparison. "What wiped out my chickens?" It's an all too common question. And there are 23,900 answers on offer on Google.4) Roosters. There's about a 5 percent chance that your hen will grow to be a rooster. There are always a couple of reasons for this mistake. For just one, the sex of any poultry is hard to identify upon birth, even for experts. Many roosters are inadvertently identified as hens and sent to feed stores, the place where metropolitan farmer/hipsters flock to buy their stock. Less innocently, many male birds are tossed into delivery containers as a form of packing materials, deployed to prevent the hens from banging into the aspect of the dog house and having their retail value reduced. Regardless, urban ordinances that allow hens are markedly less accepting of roosters, who are generally considered chicken non-grata in metropolitan settings.5) Cost. First-time yard hen owners are enchanted by the thought of free eggs. Avoid being fooled. Build the coop, choose the give food to, pay the veterinarian, count the time spent maintaining the coop and administering health care, compensate the neighbor's youngster for feeding the hens when you go to the Hamptons for the weekend, and then grab a calculator. The results? As one back garden farmer from Merced, California told an online hen community: "Don't tell my wife, but I believe my eggs are charging about $40 twelve."