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Brennandale Farms A little farm. A lot of chickens. Absolutely no adult supervision. Edie | Chief Chaos Coordinator

🐓 4 DAYS.That’s all you get.Okay, fine. One hint:🎁 + 🐓 + 🐾 + a whole lot of BrennanDale chaos.September 13th.You’re gonn...
09/11/2026

🐓 4 DAYS.

That’s all you get.

Okay, fine. One hint:

🎁 + 🐓 + 🐾 + a whole lot of BrennanDale chaos.

September 13th.

You’re gonna want to be here. 👀

👀 Something is happening at BrennanDale Farms…We’ve been suspiciously quiet.Too quiet.But the chickens have been plottin...
09/10/2026

👀 Something is happening at BrennanDale Farms…

We’ve been suspiciously quiet.

Too quiet.

But the chickens have been plotting, the humans have been barely functioning, and we have some things to tell you.

September 13th. We’re back. 🐓

And there might be presents. 🎁

🚨🐓 THE CHAOS HAS SETTLED. KIND OF. WE’RE BACK. 🐓🚨After a couple of months that included nursing school, graduation, kids...
09/08/2026

🚨🐓 THE CHAOS HAS SETTLED. KIND OF. WE’RE BACK. 🐓🚨

After a couple of months that included nursing school, graduation, kids heading off to college, work, life, approximately 47 minor catastrophes, and a flock of chickens who continued demanding snacks as though NOTHING was happening…

BrennanDale Farms is officially reopening! 🎉

📅 SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 13TH
🎊 GRAND REOPENING ALL DAY LONG!

And because simply coming back quietly would be far too normal for this farm, we’re making a whole day out of it.

🐣 Meet the BrennanDale family
🐓 Meet the flock and finally put names to all those fluffy little agents of destruction
🏡 Get caught up on what’s been happening around the farm
🎁 Mini giveaways throughout the day
📸 New pictures, ridiculous stories, farm updates, and plenty of the chaos you originally followed us for

If you’re new here, welcome to BrennanDale Farms, where we have a little farm, a lot of chickens, and absolutely no adult supervision.

If you’ve been here all along while this page collected dust…

WE MISSED YOU. ❤️

And we have a LOT to catch you up on.

So mark September 13th, turn on those notifications, invite your chicken-loving friends, and come spend the day with us.

There will be introductions.
There will be giveaways.
There will be chickens.
There will almost certainly be something that does not go according to plan.

Basically, BrennanDale Farms is back in business. 🐓🔥

👇 Tell us in the comments if you’ll be here for the Grand Reopening, and tag someone who needs a little farm chaos in their life!

With Stacey Morrison – I just got recognized as one of their top fans! 🎉
08/21/2026

With Stacey Morrison – I just got recognized as one of their top fans! 🎉

08/21/2026

Tomorrow we move Fenway into college.

I had plans for tonight.

I was going to get everything organized. Make sure we have everything packed. Probably clean something. Maybe spend some meaningful family time together before this giant life change.

Instead, I am exhausted, surrounded by things that still need to be done, and strongly considering crawling into a hole in the backyard and letting the chickens raise me.

Because tomorrow, my youngest moves into college.

And I am not okay.

I know this is what we raise them for. I know I should be excited. And I AM excited for him.

But apparently nobody warns you that you can be unbelievably proud of your kid while simultaneously wanting to grab him by the ankles and yell, “ABSOLUTELY NOT, PUT HIM BACK.”

Nineteen years went by offensively fast.

So tonight, there is no profound life lesson from BrennanDale Farms.

The farm is neglected. The mother is malfunctioning. The chickens remain unsupervised.

And tomorrow I have to leave part of my heart in a dorm room.

I would like to formally unsubscribe from this stage of parenting.

Formal Complaint Regarding the Unlawful Abduction of My Youngest ChildTo Whom It May Concern at Saint Martin’s Universit...
08/19/2026

Formal Complaint Regarding the Unlawful Abduction of My Youngest Child

To Whom It May Concern at Saint Martin’s University,

Please consider this my formal complaint regarding the impending abduction, unlawful removal, and suspiciously well-organized kidnapping of my youngest child, Fenway, scheduled to occur this Saturday under the misleading title of “move-in day.”

While your institution may refer to this event as “the beginning of his college journey,” I would like the record to reflect that I see through the branding.

You are taking my baby.

Yes, I am aware that he is legally an adult. I am also aware that he applied voluntarily, was accepted, is excited to attend, and has apparently participated in this entire scheme willingly.

These facts are irrelevant to my complaint.

For approximately nineteen years, I have invested considerable time, money, sleep, emotional labor, groceries, gas, school supplies, birthday cakes, medical appointments, questionable fashion purchases, and an incalculable amount of worry into the development and maintenance of this particular human.

Now Saint Martin’s University intends to simply… take possession of him?

On a Saturday?

With dorm keys?

This feels premeditated.

I am further concerned by the use of phrases such as “orientation,” “residence hall,” “Welcome Weekend,” and “campus community,” which appear to be carefully designed euphemisms intended to make parents believe this is a normal developmental milestone rather than an organized extraction operation.

I would therefore like to formally request the following:

1. Immediate acknowledgment that Fenway is still, in fact, my baby.
2. Written confirmation that he will remember to eat actual meals.
3. Assurance that someone will remind him that laundry does not magically become clean simply because it has been relocated to a dormitory floor.
4. Reasonable access to hugs during all major holidays, minor holidays, random weekends, emotional emergencies, and any Tuesday I decide I miss him too much.
5. A strict prohibition against him becoming so independent that he no longer needs his mother.
6. Compensation for emotional damages, preferably in the form of tuition assistance, coffee, and possibly a small support animal.

I also reserve the right to stand in the parking lot on Saturday looking emotionally unstable while pretending I am completely fine.

Please understand that I am genuinely thrilled for him. I know this is the beginning of something wonderful, and I am enormously proud of the person he has become.

Unfortunately, pride and devastation are apparently allowed to occupy the same body at the same time, which frankly seems like a design flaw.

So congratulations, Saint Martin’s.

You got him.

Please take care of him.

And kindly return him periodically.

Sincerely,

Fenway’s Mother
Chief Executive Officer, Department of Not Being Ready for This
BrennanDale Farms

With SilkiesPlus – I'm on a streak! I've made it onto their weekly engagement list 4 weeks in a row. 🎉
08/19/2026

With SilkiesPlus – I'm on a streak! I've made it onto their weekly engagement list 4 weeks in a row. 🎉

08/18/2026

Tonight’s farm update:

The chickens were neglected.
The chores were questionable.
Dinner was pizza.

BUT I GOT AN A ON MY CHEMISTRY EXAM. 🧪🎉

So, respectfully, BrennanDale Farms will need to continue operating under its long-standing management philosophy of “they’ll probably be fine.”

I have spent the last several weeks trying to convince my nearly 50-year-old brain that moles are measurements and not tiny creatures destroying my yard, and tonight IT PAID OFF.

The farm will receive its regularly scheduled adult supervision tomorrow.

Probably.

Tonight, I’m eating pizza and basking in my academic superiority over a periodic table that has personally victimized me all summer. 😂

A IS FOR ATOMS. A IS ALSO FOR ABSOLUTELY NOT DOING FARM CHORES TONIGHT.

POV: You made it home, but you can’t go inside yet because going inside means admitting you still have a chemistry exam ...
08/17/2026

POV: You made it home, but you can’t go inside yet because going inside means admitting you still have a chemistry exam to take.

Current status:

Working full time.
Finishing RN school.
Chemistry exam due tonight.
Farm waiting patiently for me to return to my regularly scheduled poor decisions.

10 days until graduation. 🎓🐓

At this point I’m being held together by caffeine, spite, and the knowledge that there are chickens out there who have absolutely no idea how much student loan debt their mother has.

Almost there. ❤️

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Olalla, WA

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