Part III – For the Birds! Deciding to keep chickens is a decision akin to getting married. One must never make the decision lightly. All of those vows you take … they’ll come back to haunt you!  I didn’t want them.  I was adamant. I had been responsible for chickens as a kid, and was sour as a lemon at the prospect of doing it again. I told Gary he was on his own, and he was OK with that. A glorious chicken coop was built and branded Cluckingham Palace. Seven tiny, yellow chicks were purchased along with all the…