Darling I love you, but give me East Houston Street: “Hipster urban farmers learn that chickens are hard to raise, animal shelters inundated with unwanted hens,” the New York Post reports:
Raising chickens in backyard coops is all the rage with nostalgia-loving hipsters but apparently the facial hair obsessed faux farmers often don’t realize that raising hens is loud, labor intensive work because animal shelters are now inundated with hundreds of unwanted urban fowl.
From California to New York, animal shelters are having a hard time coping with the hundreds of chickens being dropped off, sometimes dozens at a time, by bleary-eyed pet owners who might not have realized that chickens lay eggs for only two years but live for a decade or more.
“You get some chicks and they’re very cute, but it’s not as though you can throw them out in the yard and not care for them.”
To be fair, men have been making that last complaint long before there were hipsters.
The conclusion of the article is a riot though:
“People don’t know what they’re doing,” Britton Clouse said. “And you’ve got this whole culture of people who don’t know what the hell they’re doing teaching every other idiot out there.”
See also: Mike Bloomberg, Barack and Michelle Obama, etc.
But on a more serious note, now that we’ve collectively hit zero, when exactly does the Great Relearning begin?
Oh, and speaking of hitting zero, when I typed in the words “Green Acres” into Google to double-check which Gabor sister starred in the venerable TV series, these were the first two links proffered to me by the search engine:
Goodnight America, it’s been fun!
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