by Joy Currie I just came in from morning chores. It is that cold, dry kind of morning when the snow is squeaky under your boots, and the sky is a clear, cloudless blue. It’s the kind of morning when the temperature gauge says 6. It’s the kind of morning where the husband makes lots […]

by Joy Currie That first egg, the crow of my favorite rooster in the morning, fluffy chicks, contented clucks, the happy rhythm of living with chickens enriches my life. But not everything about raising chickens is a ray of celestial sunlight. Losing a chicken is always sad, but especially so for the owner of a […]

by Joy Currie Against my better judgement, we named our chickens. It was hard to not give them names when we got to know their personalities. And all the drama of them trying to establish a pecking order was better than watching a made-for-tv-mini-series. Since we are huge Harry Potter fans, the rooster was dubbed […]

by Joy Currie My husband and I are the third generation to live on the farm my grandfather bought in 1930. We live on the farm with my aunt, brother, parents, Fifi the cat, Louis the pig and nine chickens. Our goal is to be continually moving toward a more self-sufficient and sustainable life. I […]