"Before you order those chickens, call the city and make sure it's legal for us to have them."
I called that very day. When I explained what I wanted, the call was shunted off to the building code department.
The lady who answered there had put the call on speaker phone and I could hear people snickering in the background.
Me: I want to know if it's legal for me to have chickens in my backyard if I live in town.
Her (giggling): Your neighborhood doesn't have any covenants against it?
Her: I'd talk to my neighbors first if I were you.
Me: Already done that. They only object if I have a rooster.
Her: You can have as many chickens as you want in your own yard, even a rooster (loud guffaws could be heard from a man who was obviously listening in).
The Music Man sighed heavily when I related the conversation. "Okay, go ahead and get them."
I ordered them from Meyers Hatchery:
They arrived on the fifth of May.
When we told my parents that we had the chicks, my dad noted that I no longer had an empty nest.