Locally Laid- a small gift.

My colleagues hear all of my daily antics about the farm.  I was completely suprised with a small gift on my desk last week.  He mentioned he was driving home and was listening to NPR and heard the author of Locally Laid talking about her journey of becoming a chicken farmer.  He said it was a sign and ordered the book for me.

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I have to admit I enjoyed the book and many moments I caught myself chuckling to myself.  One of the stories she described was the first night with the mqsses of adolescent chickens.   It was getting dark and the chickens did not yet know what to do at dark.  Instead, the birds just tilted their head and stared at her out in the pasture.  I had a very similar experience of discovering that my first batch of chicks didn’t know how to come back to the barn at dark nor did they know how to roost.  My husband would make fun of me picking up each of the chickens and placing them on the roost at night.

The book was a delightful read that captures some of my own journey.

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