We had a backyard chicken for a couple of months before the city sent us a “nasty-gram” threatening to fine us hundreds of dollars.
My 11-year-old son loved the chicken and named her “Boogie.” She used to lay an egg every day. We shipped her up to a friend’s farm, and I called up the city and told them to call off the dogs. I told them I had served up my son’s pet chicken for dinner thanks to their threatening letter.
We both miss Boogie. She was a great chicken …
Frank Phelan lives in San Diego near Del Mar.