I wanted to note my neighbor does have chickens and a rooster, though it is "illegal" to posses within the city limits. The rooster has made it into my dreams because apparently a rooster crowing alarm at dawn sends my dreaming brain begging for a interpretation. This rooster has also made it into my heart. Why? Certainly not for the annoyance of a neighborhood cock waking me up before I want to, but because there is comfort in having chickens around.
I think it goes back to growing up without much money and my parents had to rely on the garden and killing deer to feed our family one winter. Not all of us growing up bobbing around the poverty line want governmental assistance. I do believe we are just as rare though as a CEO who doesn't think he is entitled to government bail out (for f#$king up the job) or the upper beau monde who couldn't possibly imagine they ARE NOT entitled to everything their hearts' desire. I digress into a rant. Anywho, I grew up relying on myself first. Gardens are kept to feed us. Farmers are paid next to feed them. Hunting was a tool to feed the family too, not a fun sport so little Billie can get his pic with an 8 point buck. Only after the garden runs dry does one ask for food stamps*. These were things you never let society try and bullsh!t you out of knowing how to do. I dare say, there is something empowering about growing your own food before relying on governmental assistance. Still, I've been in the place and time when I was grateful for the protein, and I will do the same for my children in the event I bobble around that poverty line again some day. One never knows and believe you me, it can happen to anyone. With that said, this is why the chickens are awesomeness. I live in the Capitol of the Mit. We are a part of the rusted motor vehicle alleyway in America; the Mecca for most of the homeless in this bankrupted State; and the number of folks on Food Stamps here grows daily (which isn't necessarily correlated to homelessness). My neighbor has the right idea. You know, just in case.
*Not everyone has access to land nor a fair advantage to Urban Gardening, Guerrilla Gardening, or Community Gardening. I say this because I know my family was privileged to have a constant home to live in and even here I have an advantage that can breed entitlement.