“You see that right there? You can get about 15 eggs a week no problem”
Keppler looked over to me, trying to gauge how surprised I'd be. Seeing the largest chicken coop I’ve ever seen in an Urban area. He has quite a few personal hobbies outside of football...hoarding chickens seems to be the most unusual. There's no law about Livestock in the suburb of Portland that he lives in, actually quite a few families around here have a few goats, chickens definitely, and even one house has a horse.
“And we are talking about little white eggs you get at the grocery store, these are large large eggs you only need two, not the three or four you would need by going to Kroger”. He picks up the egg, about the size of a seven-year-old’s fist. He hands me three more and tells me to help him bring him into the workshop.
“This is where the magic happens,” he says as we walk into the Thousand square-foot Workshop. it's modest but has enough tools to make an entry-level woodworker jealous. alongside the walls are several shelves of scrap wood all purple heart while not in thin pieces of things that he has made in the past. He shows the cutting boards, bird houses, planters all the rookie stuff like that in the middle of the workshop however is his next project. “This is the best thing I've done to date.” It's impressive. It looks like a dining room table that he's building, it has layered wood out and looks like enough epoxy to make a project three times over. The shine on it it's something to behold, you can see the other half of the room just by looking at it.
“I have one more coat to put on it and then I will be finished can't wait to finally finish it.” I asked if he's going to sell it. He simply responds “would you give up one of your kids for adoption?”
I guess that’s a no.
Keppler looked over to me, trying to gauge how surprised I'd be. Seeing the largest chicken coop I’ve ever seen in an Urban area. He has quite a few personal hobbies outside of football...hoarding chickens seems to be the most unusual. There's no law about Livestock in the suburb of Portland that he lives in, actually quite a few families around here have a few goats, chickens definitely, and even one house has a horse.
“And we are talking about little white eggs you get at the grocery store, these are large large eggs you only need two, not the three or four you would need by going to Kroger”. He picks up the egg, about the size of a seven-year-old’s fist. He hands me three more and tells me to help him bring him into the workshop.
“This is where the magic happens,” he says as we walk into the Thousand square-foot Workshop. it's modest but has enough tools to make an entry-level woodworker jealous. alongside the walls are several shelves of scrap wood all purple heart while not in thin pieces of things that he has made in the past. He shows the cutting boards, bird houses, planters all the rookie stuff like that in the middle of the workshop however is his next project. “This is the best thing I've done to date.” It's impressive. It looks like a dining room table that he's building, it has layered wood out and looks like enough epoxy to make a project three times over. The shine on it it's something to behold, you can see the other half of the room just by looking at it.
“I have one more coat to put on it and then I will be finished can't wait to finally finish it.” I asked if he's going to sell it. He simply responds “would you give up one of your kids for adoption?”
I guess that’s a no.
