vague plans re: running away to the woods

I don't really have a retirement plan. To quote Warren Ellis, "Writers don't retire. They just die." I do, however, have an idea of how I want to live when I'm older and financially stable and give less of a fuck.

This idea has evolved over the years, but right now the plan is to have some land, some trees, a small house (pretty much just a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom), and a separate building that serves as my workshop. Maybe some goats.

I thought about also having chickens, but then I looked into what chicken-keeping actually involves. For one, if you have chickens, you need many chickens. They're flock animals who panic if there aren't plenty of other chickens around. For another, if a chicken gets sick, it cannot be allowed to get the rest of the flock sick. Which means the sick chicken must be executed.

I don't have it in me to execute a chicken. I eat meat, but if I were ever responsible for killing my own food, I'd probably starve to death. I realize the hypocrisy and accept this about myself.

However, a few days ago I was talking to a coworker who does keep chickens. He lamented that all his chickens' eggs kept getting stolen by crows.

Which means, if I want fresh eggs, I don't need a flock of chickens. I need a flock of crows.