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I Use Pumpkins as a Natural Dewormer on My Farm
After I shared my story about why I never let my chickens eat green potatoes, a surprising number of readers reached out with concern about…
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5 Rules I Live By When Raising Roosters on my Farm
When you raise close to a thousand chickens, roosters stop being a background detail and start becoming one of the most important parts of how…
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Raising Worms for Chickens Saved Me More Money Than I Ever Expected
Have you ever added up your chicken expenses at the end of the year and felt that quiet tightening in your chest, the moment when…
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Why I Never Wash Eggs Before Putting Them in My Fridge
Have you ever picked up a freshly laid egg, still warm in your hand, and felt the urge to wash it immediately, as if cleanliness…
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Maple Started Eating Her Own Eggs
Maple has always been one of the most dependable hens on my farm. She is a Leghorn with a steady body, clean movements, and a…
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My Chickens Really Love Refrigerated Watermelon
Have you ever stood outside on a summer morning and noticed that even your chickens seem tired of breathing, as if the heat itself has…
I Use Pumpkins as a Natural Dewormer on My Farm
5 Rules I Live By When Raising Roosters on my Farm
Raising Worms for Chickens Saved Me More Money Than I Ever Expected
Why I Never Wash Eggs Before Putting Them in My Fridge
Maple Started Eating Her Own Eggs
My name is Marlowe
I am 54 years old, and I have never lived anywhere other than North Hollow, a small village hidden deep in the southeastern edge of the Appalachian Plateau in Ohio. I did not set out to specialize in chickens. They arrived gradually, first as a practical addition, then as a daily responsibility, and finally as something much deeper. Chickens are honest animals and they respond quickly to changes in environment, routine, and care.
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