We raised chickens...once. Cleaning the coop is about the worst job I can imagine for a hot, humid summer day. I am an avid tomato gardener. My friend with *free range chickens* cannot keep any sort of plant alive because her chickens eat everything, right down to the ground. She cannot bear the idea of penning them. So: my tomatoes for her eggs and everyone is happy.
Also, my chicken-raising experiment took place back in the 1970s. I can’t remember the exact accounting, but I believe it cost me about 10x the supermarket price to raise my own chickens and back then, cracked corn was cheap. Of course, so was chicken.
It looks like I made the right decision! I think it’s Martha Stewart who popularized the idea of suburban chickens with her beautiful aracuna chicks. But she has a thousand flunkies to push around - and I don’t.
There is a small inner city where I live and I naively used to love the sound of the cocks crowing. Oh! I’d think, someone is raising chickens! Took me two minutes to realize it was all about cock-fighting.