Selectivity Key With Urban Chicken Coops

Haaaaaarumph. Whoaaaaaa. Maybe before we start letting chickens into town, we should stop and think a bit. I mean, have we considered all the angles? 

For instance — how well do we know these chickens? If I told you that an Australian Langshan was moving in down the street ... what would your reaction be? That doesn't bother you?

Suppose I said I saw a bunch of Red Shavers hangin out at the corner the other day. Sure, they're Canadian but ... who knows? It could be if you let the Shavers in, you encourage Egyptian Fayoumis to immigrate. The German Vogtländer chickens find out and pretty soon its a party. Except you are not invited.

Some of these chickens sound downright scary. Ever meet a Chios Fighting Chicken in a dark alley? I hope not. The Hooded Greek Chicken can't be trusted. And suppose some of those Lesvos Dwarf Naked Necked Chickens sneak in? One can only imagine what they are up to. By the way, Indonesian Bali chickens are really naked necked chickens — don't be fooled!

From one of the evil chicken axis comes the Gangwon Jaeraedak. They are very nice looking, pleasant, very intelligent and work hard but again — the name alone defeats our lazy American tongues. New Zealanders wake to the Waki Waki Hawa, no doubt named after its offensive early morning cackle. The Russin Orloff is also claimed by Iran. Just sayin'. And Turkey's Sultan is a chicken now, something Suliman would have been very unhappy to learn. 

If we are going to let chickens in, I say we ask them for full disclosure on who they are, where they come from and why they are here. You don't just let a bird that goes by Madly Blue set up camp on your street without getting to know the fowl. 

Why can't we just let in American chickens, like the Colonel Sanders, and the Chipotle Chicken from McDonalds Snack Wrap? Play it safe, I say.