10/04/2026
The Farm to Table Community Continues to Surprise Me in the Best Ways
A few weeks ago, I answered a call from an unknown number.
The woman on the other end cheerfully told me she had a bit of an unusual situation.
She was a fellow chicken keeper, but she lives in a subdivision and was already at the limit for how many chickens her neighborhood allows.
Then one day, she was greeted by a box of six chicks on her doorstep.
In a subdivision.
Apparently, a neighbor girl had gone to farm camp, came home with chicks, and didn’t actually have a place to keep them.
I laughed out loud, because that sort of thing happens on dirt roads all the time. Unwanted animals have a funny way of finding their way to farms when people aren’t quite sure what else to do with them.
I just didn’t expect doorstep chickens to be a suburban problem.
The woman’s cousin lives in our area and gave her our contact information.
So the question was: did we have room for six chicks?
When have I ever said no to more chickens?
Pretty sure the answer is never.
Their accidental owner very kindly kept them in her house for another two weeks so they could grow enough feathers to safely join our flock in the barn at night.
On Saturday morning, we met up at the Mount Clemens Farmers Market, where six little chicks were loaded into the bed of the farm truck and headed home with us.
They now have four Silky friends to grow up with and, once they’re bigger, an entire flock waiting for them.
The smallest of the six is named Cheetah. I assumed it was because of her markings.
Turns out she is also, by far, the fastest runner in the bunch.
And that’s the story of how we went to market to sell chicken…
and came home with six more.
