Farmers Life For Me

The weather was clear a few days ago and I took the opportunity to visit my feathered friends I raised from hachlings. They're not babies anymore, they've stretched their wings into the wind. But it's funny, they're still the same posers they've always been. It's a funny life, raising a few hundred creatures a year, you wonder if you'll still form attachments to them. If anything, the attachments just grow stronger. George(s), you're all pretty great.

xoxo Johanna
ps. hot cocoa recipe over on Grafted today!


  1. Can I come stay on your farm? Because wow.

  2. this makes me really miss having chickens.
    (and your photos >>>>>)


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