Chickens, random temple wall, Chiang Mai, Thailand
Here in New Mexico, we live in a village where people own goats instead of lawnmowers, and chickens rise with the finches each morning. We’re considered residential/agricultural. But in much of America, cities are struggling to decide what to do about chickensâ€”chickens in backyard coops, roosters rousing the urban morning. I can hardly imagine this question in Asia, where chickens are a way of life. Even in Bangkok, our usual haunt is surrounded by neighborhood homes (and construction workers’ shacks), many of which keep chickens. They roam freely, pecking the dirt (and often the garbage), supplying eggs and feeding a lifestyle that has always been. For a long time, I couldn’t stand waking to a rooster. But now, I find something almost comforting in the faint sound coming from our neighbor’s backyard. Far better than an alarm clock!