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BERKSON: Bunnies Don’t Crow

Column by Terry Berkson Bunnies Don’t Crow One Easter, when I was about nine years old, I bought six peeping chicks from the pet shop around the corner and secreted them under a 100-watt bulb in a cardboard box in the cellar. “They’ll bring rats!” my aunt Edna shouted when she discovered them on a trip to the washing machine. Aunt Edna did most of the housekeeping and was always against bringing in any pets. I begged her to let…

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BERKSON: The Jumping Chicken Of Otsego County

LETTER from TERRY BERKSON The Jumping Chicken Of Otsego County Got a call the other day from my friend Charlie in Brooklyn. He said that he was thinking of getting a couple of chickens to keep in his apartment so that he could get really fresh eggs. I got on my high horse and asked, “What do you know about raising chickens?” “I’m good with birds,” Charlie countered. “Remember how I taught my parrot to stand on his head for…

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BERKSON: Talk About Coop d’Etats!

LETTER from TERRY BERKSON Talk About Coop d’Etats! Early this spring, my reigning rooster, Geezbrook, who fathered almost all of this year’s egg-laying rookies, was challenged and defeated by one of his sons. When I arrived on the scene, the old man was cowering in a corner with his back facing his attacker. I scooted them out into the yard and they went at it again, Geezbrook seeming to have new heart against his son, who got down like an…