Our Story
It All Started With Lucy
We didn't plan on becoming chicken farmers. That decision was made for us by a single determined hen named Lucy.
One afternoon Lucy walked two houses down from her family's yard, crossed the road, made her way across our acreage — our house sets back from the road — then climbed six steps up onto our covered front deck and looked straight through the window. Our six Maine Coon cats spotted her first.
My wife Chelle was absolutely certain I had finally broken down and bought her a chicken. I had not. But I never miss a chance to make Chelle smile — so that Christmas I surprised her with a brand new coop with a big red bow on top. The next spring we went to pick up four chicks. We came home with twenty-four. And we never looked back.






