When I was a cub reporter in Cheboygan, I had a neighbor who kept a dozen hens. Every day I would walk over and watch as Weyona sang Methodist hymns. Then, one by one, the hens came running. The songs seemed to make the chickens happy, and they laid countless eggs in return.
A couple years ago, I thought about having chickens of my own. In my yard. In a relatively urban setting.
I didn’t tell anyone. Especially my boyfriend Matt. Still, I harbored fantasies of converting my sizable city lot into a mini farm.
When I looked into it, the ordinance in Ferndale was restrictive, so much so that just a handful of city residents would qualify to raise hens.
I thought this was the end of the road. I kept quiet about it.
Until a couple weeks ago, when Matt and I visited a friend with a farm in Belleville. Erik Wordhouse was kind enough to show me around his 20-acre farm, which includes a dairy cow, pigs, ducks, quail, turkey and chickens. Yes chickens.
Somehow seeing someone I knew building a homestead made me realize I could achieve my mini farm, as well.
So I went home and Googled “Fernale chickens” again. I was pleased to discover that last year the ordinance had been changed, and now it is much easier to obtain a permit to raise hens.
I couldn’t contain my excitement. I finally confided my dream in Matt. And he surprised me by saying he thought it was a cool idea.
In my research, I found the Ferndale Chickens website, run by Laura Mikulski. She is the woman who challenged the old chicken ordinance and became the first person in Ferndale to obtain a permit for backyard hens.
Today Matt and I visited Laura’s yard, and met her three hens. She was kind enough to show off the coop, explain how she built it and tell us what she would do differently if she had another chance. We learned about how to keep water from freezing in the winter, the kind of floor cover that works well in a coop and saw the hens take a dust bath. We plucked tart cherries from a tree and giggled as the hens scrambled for a treat.
We also asked tons of questions, and took a gazillion photos.
In the end, our visit cemented in us that we could do this. We could raise chickens in our backyard.
We went home and picked a bag full of mulberries, a favorite treat of chickens. Later in the evening, we drove back, and offered them to Laura as a gift for the feathered “ladies.”
Laura smiled then quickly disappeared in her house. She returned with a bag of tart cherries.
This was definitely the start of something great.
Now that Matt and I have officially decided to get chickens, a lot of work waits before us. We need to investigate the permitting process, decide what kind of coop to build, the breed of chicken we want. Needless to say, the work has just begun. Join us as we walk this new road. We plan to share our victories, defeats and discoveries along the way.