How Did I End Up Married to a Chicken Farmer?
When Paul brought up the idea of being a chicken farmer, I must admit that I didn’t take him too seriously at first. After all … who really becomes a chicken farmer? We were suburbanites!
But then we moved up here to my parent’s place and the next thing I know, we’ve got chickens.
And I’m married to a chicken farmer.
We’re now going into our third year raising chickens, and turkeys, and hogs and laying hens.
The picture above is our new brood buildings – the baby chicks’ home for the first weeks of their lives. What you don’t see is the brood boxes inside. Genius contraptions with heat lamps that are connected to thermostats so ensure the chicks stay just the right level of toasty warm.
Right now we have the chicks that will start laying eggs for us sometime this summer.
And we’ve got orders placed to get 1,000 broiler chicks in over the course of the summer.
I am so often amazed at the directions life takes. And how wonderful those directions usually turn out to be.
If you’re interested in our chickens, eggs or (later this year) pork; or even just curious about our farm, be sure to visit our website:
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