Today I spent a fair amount of time daydreaming about chickens, gardens, and digging in the dirt when I was supposed to be thinking about work and databases.
My non-required lunchtime reading included this essay by Michael Mauri, in which he muses, "Someday, maybe, our insignificant micro-decision to raise laying-hens in the backyard will prove provident. Maybe it won’t seem so odd in this American neighborhood setting where maintaining mow-able lawns is a top priority, where status is measured in lack of productivity."
Here are my friend's chickens, photographed last summer. I don't have my own yet, but maybe someday.