In the strange spring of 2020, our kids needed a project. Together they researched chicken breeds, drew up plans, built a brooder box, and ordered fifteen chickens across eight breeds. They built the coop themselves — six egg boxes, a play yard, even a swing — and named every bird.
Six years later, those same kids are mostly off at college, but the farm they built is still here. It has grown alongside them: from one coop and a hand-painted Eggloo, to bees and honey, to trees we planted in 2025, to a kitchen that now bakes our own eggs and honey into cookies and milk bread every week.
Mom and Dad keep things running day-to-day now, but every jar, every dozen, and every cookie still traces back to a project the kids dreamed up at the kitchen table.