Visit "the country"

A good friend of ours lives in a neighborhood that realtors optimistically call "north Corktown" (a casino, a stretch of prairie, and some old, lovely houses mixed with newer ones north of I-75 and south of MLK). He wishes they would call it Norktown instead. My kids love dropping by his house for a visit because his neighborhood is full of farmers and the sorts of people begging to get into long, protracted conflicts with the city over their growing drifts of pot-bellied swine or the Christmas displays swelling their porches.

This chicken belonged to a house my friend's girlfriend referred to as "The Spirit Farm." My daughter kept screaming "Wild chicken! Wild chicken!"

This is the farm a few doors down from my friend's house that I took the Time Magazine reporter to a year ago, still going strong. They have bunnies, ducks, pigs, and various other fowl too. It's very much a Big Red Barn situation over there.

They have an awe-inspiring Christmas display on their porch (that's worth a post in itself---as was their Halloween display) unfortunately their dog-grooming van was parked in front of it the other day so I couldn't get a good shot of it.

This is all a few blocks from the Catherine Ferguson Academy, an old art deco school that's been adapted into a farm and educating pregnant teens/teen mothers for years (an extraordinary program). They have horses!

Definitely one of the coolest parts of our city. All this about a mile from the skyscrapers of the central business district.

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