The Crippled Chicken Cafe
I was walking around the get the lad out of the car when I first noticed the feathers. There were just a few, but they were red with white at the base, deep feathers, and it wasn’t molting season. I made a mental note to check on the girls as soon as I could get
Starting out
Once upon a time, we thought we were homesteaders. For me, that word always brings one of two images to mind: the classic old farmhouse with the el connecting to the barn surrounded by gardens, fields, and outbuildings stretching up toward the woodline, or acres of trees with a dirt drive leading to a