An elderly woman approached our table at the farmers market and began perusing the whole frozen pastured chickens available. Thirty seconds into her perusal an elderly gentleman also began looking at the chicken and seemed to continue a conversation with … Continue reading
Through our first year of officially farming we were committed to humanely raising our animals, but not committed to organic feed that was priced at twice the rate as conventional feed (that opinion has evolved). This meant that when we … Continue reading
“What do you do with your chickens when they’ve stopped laying?” a well dressed woman asked us one week at the farmers market. I knew what she didn’t want to know, so I cowardly answered: “We don’t know yet, this … Continue reading
A tall curly haired gentleman arrived purposefully at our table, bike helmet under his arm, backpack slung over his back, and a matching offspring at his side. “I’ll take five dozen eggs, three extra large, two large,” he said handing … Continue reading