City Chickens Studio

Yes, chickens are allowed in Chicago, but don’t worry, we’re Ladies Only—No Roosters! Our little farm is a memorable spot to spend your visit to the city. The friendly ladies will welcome you, but they won’t tell you that the train from O’Hare to downtown is just down the block or that there are plenty of coffee shops, restaurants, and friendly Midwesterners all over the place happy to help you find your way around. If you’re looking for a unique and perfectly-sized spot, this is it. The space The studio has a separate entrance and is completely self-contained. I built this studio to host guests when I renovated and modernized this 1880s house a few years ago. The studio is one large room with a king size bed. It has a full bath with a bathtub. Everything you need is inside the studio, and if you need something else, just holler. (We live upstairs.) Curtis and I are both hosts and travelers. At home, we’re a *no electronics for kids* household, so you might notice Curtis and I lasso-ing both chickens and children in the yard. Cats live in the house, but they’re not allowed in your room. (Neither are the chickens.) The entire house is all electric: there’s geothermal heating and cooling (which you might hear pumping from time to time since it’s in the garage next to your room mounted on the wall), solar panels on the roof, and my truck gets charged in the garage. We collect our rainwater and compost. I’m is a full-on treehugging maniac now, it seems. Guest access The studio is completely yours, and you’re welcome to spend as much time as you please on the porch or in the yard. If you use the firepit, please don’t catch the house on fire, since the fire department already saved it from destruction once already. During your stay We’ll say hello if we see you in the yard, but otherwise, we’ll leave you alone—unless you want to sit and chat, which we’re happy to do! Other things to note Chickens fly. I know it sounds like a small insignificant detail, but because they fly and dig and you name it, there’s no good way to keep them off our narrow sidewalk, even if we built a fence to attempt to keep them off (been there, done that). Prepare yourself for the joy of watching them run toward you (because they think you have food) then walking away (as they realize you have nothing), then carefully pick up your luggage and walk around the chicken poop they naturally produce in the most inconvenient spot ever—our sidewalk. It’s just a normal part of living at our little farm in the city. Registration Details R22000095237