Sandra and Sol (my neighbors) allowed their daughters to bring back chickens from California. I was delighted, and raced to the backyard with the eldest to fetch a chicken coop (small one) I had. This is not to be confused with my soon to be built urban chicken coop-this was the little chicken coop for the chick I bought to feed Alfred who didn't get eaten. Well, he didn't get eaten right away, and not by Alfred.
IF I am not the only person on the street with chickens, maybe my parents will be better able to cope.
Thus I have remembered a lesson from my youth-the best way to get by with something is to get other people to do it first.