Backyard chicken farming being the urban-chic backyard accessory that it has become, there’s been a lot of talk about it recently in the news. And while sure most of these city-farmers are simply vying for eggs while kicking it old school, there is a small segment of backyard-butchers taking up axes and drawing blood.
Some like L.E. Leone, who wrote a piece for Slate (There Will Be Chicken Blood), even enjoy it.
I can vouch for “omnivore.” My brain and my body crave meat with my salad. In fact, I think I might die without it. For sure I’d go crazy. But, personally, I don’t know about “evil.” I’ll own it: There’s a part of me that likes to kill.