So the other day we received a letter in the mail saying someone had lost their chicken from their backyard. We had a look around and sure enough, there were a few eggs scattered around the dark corners of our backyard. Later that day we heard some clucking and out popped a chicken from under our apricot tree.
We called the number on the letter and met with our new neighbour who explained that she had saved some chickens from a battery farm.
A few weeks later we received 6 warm eggs from our new chooky friends!
Now we trade excess fruit and zuchinis for eggs.
It makes me so happy to be a part of this type of barter system, here in the concrete jungle. It’s a system that our ancestors have enjoyed for millennia and that is slowly creeping back into the lives of city dwellers, despite the efforts of the big supermarket chains to make us think that the only way to get ‘fresh’ produce is by buying it,wrapped in plastic from a refridgerated shelf in a shopping aisle.
We have only just started bartering with the people who sleep within 30m of us, but I am going to try to do it a bit more.