It could be my loaded imagination as a chicken owner, but it seems everyone is out to get us. First, there was the headline on this website that instantly had me putting up a squawk:
It sounded like a killer let loose in the chicken coop, so I jumped from the couch in hot pursuit. With my bare hands—and still nearly napping, though my feet were suddenly flying—I was apparently going to ...
Chickens ate my paycheck. As longtime readers know, I decided to raise chickens. This alone isn’t such a big deal. Chickens have, of course, been done before. But I live on a small ...
Forgive me a moment if I blame it all on you. Of course, it is partly the fault of my wife, a mental health professional and baker who always wanted to turn farmer. About a month ago, I wrote in this space about ...
My wife is a psychologist who doubles as a baker but always wanted to be a farmer. That's why: the chickens. We don't have them, at least not yet. But we might be getting them, so we're laying the groundwork by ...