02/12/2026
Well… it’s about damn time I make this post.
For the last couple of months, I’ve gone back and forth on whether I should even say anything. I’ve written this more times than I can count, trying to explain my absence, what happened after the accident, what happened to egg drops, and where the hell I disappeared to and every time I did, I ended up feeling awful.
Part of me assumed most folks had already moved on, found other places to get eggs and birds, and that I was better off just staying quiet. But another part of me felt I owed you honesty.
After my accident, the surgery, and months of bedrest, I physically and mentally broke down. On top of the pain, I was also dealing with cleaning out my father’s house and placing him into assisted living. It was all too much at once.
Bedrest isn’t for the weak, and being limited to nothing but physical therapy day after day took a serious toll on me. The pain was intense and honestly, it still is.
It’s been two years since my accident, and about a year and a half since we last sold eggs and birds.
During that time, we made the difficult decision to sell off most of our birds, and in many ways, that decision saved me. I spent a long time - especially while I was in a wheelchair ,wondering if I would ever be able to run things the way I once did. The short answer is no… and that was something I had to come to terms with.
Over time, we’ve found a better way forward. We’ve simplified, automated where we can, reduced stress, walking, and bird numbers.
Over the last six months, we’ve slowly started hatching again and to my surprise, I’ve truly missed it.
At the time of my accident, there were so many realities I had to face, but the hardest was accepting that I can’t move or function the way I used to. An injury like mine doesn’t just slow you down it knocks you flat, especially when you’re already carrying the weight of family responsibilities and grief.
While I know this doesn’t erase the disappointment or excuse how suddenly we disappeared, I want you to know how genuinely sorry I am. Vanishing was never my intention. I was struggling more than I knew how to explain mentally overwhelmed and physically exhausted.
Over the next few weeks, we will have eggs again. I’m excited, but I’m also mindful of the trust and support so many of you have shown us over the years. For now, we’re keeping numbers small and easing back in to make sure I can truly keep up.
We don’t have an exact date yet. Some of the girls have been laying since January, and others just started this week. When we’re ready, I’ll share more.
Thank you for your patience, your understanding, and for being part of our journey, even through the quiet seasons.
🖤💛
