While walking Hamilton Loop in Craig, Alaska the other day, I saw an old friend. Here it is in the background: St. John or San Juan Batista Island, so named in the 1700’s by the first Spanish explorers to the area. And here’s another friend, known to science as Port Bagial, but known to me […]
Tag: chickens
In which I acknowledge the finer qualities of chickens
A few months ago, I stopped by the post office and heard a sound I hadn’t heard in forty years. It was like a google earth experience: pull way back, make a wide lateral swing, zoom back in. Is there a google time app yet? Anyway, the sound I heard was the chirping and scruffling […]
In which I make peace with chickens
A lot of people living in small spaces have chickens these days. In Craig, Prince of Wales Island’s answer to a “big city,” you can have chickens in your back yard, as long as you don’t have any roosters. I grew up on a family farm in Virginia, and our main cash crop was eggs, […]