We are trying to grow where we are planted, but sometimes that is really, really hard.
The powers that be have put a lot of limitations on the people in this little village and hubby recently confirmed that not only can we not have chickens, but we can’t have meat rabbits either. For a matter-of-fact, it appears that none of the little communities that surround us can have these things either. We are surrounded by small farming communities for 20+ miles each direction and all of these small communities have had these ordinances on the books since the 1960’s. If I lived 20 miles east of here in the town with the Walmart, Target, shopping malls, grocery stores, colleges, etc., I could have chickens and meat rabbits in my back yard, but not here.
I must admit, there is a big part of me that would like to fight for change. Why should we continue to live in the 1960’s? Cities all over the U.S. are allowing families to have small farm animals in their back yards, so why shouldn’t little farming communities do the same? So why don’t I fight it? Truth is, I’m putting so much energy into trying to move out of this area and onto our homestead that I just don’t feel it’s worth the fight. One day, in the not-too-distant future I hope, we’ll be living on our little homestead in another state. So how much sense does it make for me to try to change an ordinance that I won’t be around to take advantage of? I know that’s a very selfish attitude to have, but I have to pick my battles and I need to fight to get our family out of this little village and into the country.
Instead of fighting for change, I think I’ll just grumble and complain about the ignorant ordinance for a little while and stay focused on my seedlings and garden, while I work to get everything in order so my family can relocate. Then one day we’ll find ourselves on our little homestead and there you will find me happily raising my chickens, rabbits, goats, sheep, pigs, ducks, turkeys, dogs, and any other animal that we choose to have.