For the Birds: Urban Roost

“For me, I can only imagine it’s much worse than when I grew up,” said Daryll Peirce. “Hot dogs were hot dogs, not pork, not meat, not anything, they were hot dogs. And I would eat them cold two at a time out of the fridge after school.” Daryll opened the fridge and pulled out a tray of eggs. His wife, Rosy, stood next to him holding their 2 year-old daughter, Poppy. “Everything now is prepackaged and totally removed from the source with colro, texture, ingredients, shiny packaging, cartoons, etc.” He held up a tray of eggs. The colors ranged from red, to orange, and green. Rosy explained that each of their chickens was a different breed, and so produced different colored eggs. “I’ve always felt the need to be close to my food source,” said Rosy. “I guess I sort of see raising chickens like an extension of gardening. I try to grow fruits and veggies, so why not try to grow eggs as well?” Daryll agreed that the chickens were “97% Rosy’s deal”. Having grown up near downtown Denver, Colorado, Rosy liked the idea of living on a farm. Her earliest memories in Denver were of her and […]