08/30/2026
The chickens have officially won 2026. ๐ณ๏ธ๐
I actually posted a farm update about some of this on our blog, but who am I kidding?
It's 2026. Nobody reads blogs anymore. ๐
I know I need to jump on the video bandwagon, but as your resident introvert farmer, I'm really not there yet. ๐๐ฑ
So, for now, you get the written version of what in the world has been going on around here.
And the short answer is...
2026 has been a year. ๐
I don't know what we did to offend the chicken gods, but eggs have been one long disaster.
We started with aging hens who apparently decided they'd contributed enough to society. So we brought in younger hens and REALLY planned ahead by buying 50 baby chicks this spring.
The predators appreciated our thoughtfulness.
They ate them. ๐คฆโโ๏ธ๐ฅ
Then came the week when town was reporting 98โ100ยฐ while our porch thermometer was reading 110โ115ยฐ. ๐ฅต๐ฅ
Apparently our particular piece of Colorado had relocated to the surface of the sun.
The remaining chickens took one look around and said, absolutely not.
Egg production tanked. ๐ฅ๐
And because 2026 apparently has a sense of humor, right about the time our chickens stopped laying, everyone decided they wanted eggs.
We've had a huge influx of new orders while still trying to catch up with existing customers.
Apparently the best marketing strategy for selling eggs is not having any. ๐
We're incredibly grateful. Especially with the recent Salmonella concerns and egg recalls, we understand why so many people are looking for local eggs from a farm they know.
But some of our newest customers have been waiting and haven't even received their first dozen yet. That's not a waiting list I'm comfortable continuing to grow.
So we're calling it. ๐ณ๏ธ
Starting next week, we'll begin canceling and refunding outstanding egg orders. We'll reopen regular ordering when the hens are reliably producing enough to fill them.
And believe me, we WANT to fill them.
I haven't had a whole dozen eggs for my own household in a year. If we had a secret stash somewhere, trust me...
I'd be eating breakfast. ๐ณ๐
And the chickens aren't the only ones who have kept us humble.
The milk cows have been their own adventure. ๐๐ฅ
We had finally gotten production up enough that cream and butter were starting to make an appearance again. Some of you have gotten them, some have been waiting, and availability has been anything but consistent.
We were so close to getting back to filling those extras reliably.
Naturally, 2026 couldn't allow that. ๐
Daisy, our cream cow, came down with mastitis and had to come off the milk line. Then it was time to dry Claire off so she could rest and prepare for her September calf.
Just like that, we were down two cows.
Then the relentless heat arrived and knocked production back even further. ๐ฅต
So the priority has been simple: regular milk orders get filled first. Cream and butter come from whatever surplus we have afterward, which is why they've been more like surprise appearances than regularly scheduled programming lately. ๐๐ง
And when I say milk has been tight, I mean tight.
Anyone who knows me knows I'm an avid milk drinker, and I've been rationing our own household to about half a gallon a week to make sure I have enough to fill our members' orders.
Half a gallon.
For the dairy farmer. ๐๐ฅ
Cream?
I vaguely remember cream.
Between the cows, the chickens, the predators, the drought and the heat, I'm pretty sure 2026 has personally added a few new streaks of grey to my hair. ๐
At this point, I'm not sure whether to call them stress highlights or just start telling people they're part of my new farm-girl balayage. ๐โโ๏ธ๐
Mostly, though, I've just been doing my best.
Keeping everyone fed, watered, milked, cooled off and protected from predators, filling as many orders as we possibly can, and dealing with the next problem when it arrives.
Our customers come first. The eggs go out the door before they come into my kitchen, and the milk goes into member bottles before it goes into my refrigerator. Sometimes that means we go without.
That's not meant to make anyone feel bad. It's simply an honest look at what this year has been like behind the scenes.
But finally...
we have some genuinely good news. โค๏ธ๐ฎ
We have a new calf!
And after the year we've had, this little arrival feels especially sweet.
We also have two more cows due to freshen in September and October, which means fresh cows coming onto the milk line and, hopefully, a whole lot more milk over the next couple of months. ๐ฅ๐โค๏ธ
Add in some cooler fall weather, and we're optimistic that we're finally headed toward a much more comfortable milk supply and hopefully cream and butter that don't feel like limited-edition releases. ๐๐ง
I'm still not making promises on Mother Nature's behalf.
She has lost that privilege. ๐
As for the chickens...
Apparently I don't know how to admit defeat properly, because my solution to the Great Egg Debacle of 2026 is:
Buy 100 baby chicks this fall. ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ
And build the Chickie Taj Mahal. ๐๐
A safe little chicken paradise for days when it's too hot or too cold to comfortably free range โ and somewhere the neighborhood predators can't browse the buffet.
Apparently the solution to 50 chickens not working out is 100 chickens and a chicken resort.
This is farming math. ๐คทโโ๏ธ
At this point, these chickens are going to have nicer accommodations than I do.
Also...
I haven't told Jeremy about the Chickie Taj Mahal yet.
So everybody just act surprised when he finds out. ๐๐คซ
Here's hoping the rest of 2026 brings cooler weather, fresh cows, fuller bulk tanks, more eggs and maybe enough of all of it that the farmer gets to eat too. ๐โค๏ธ
And here's hoping 2027 is officially the year of the egg. ๐ฅ๐ค
If our old girls decide retirement is boring and pick production back up, we'll let you know if we have enough eggs for the holiday season. ๐๐ฅ
No promises.
We've learned better than to negotiate with chickens. ๐
Thank you for wanting what we produce, for being patient when farming refuses to cooperate with the plan, and for continuing to support our little farm through a year that has tested us in just about every possible way. โค๏ธ