09/23/2026
This past weekend we said goodbye to a hen who spent eight years with us. 🤍
Eight years of knowing her, caring for her, and seeing her as more than just one bird in a farm. I held her for a while, brought her flowers, and laid her to rest here on the farm.
The goodbyes never get easy. But I think that’s part of what it means to raise them with love: when their time comes, we slow down and honor the life they shared with us.
Rest easy, sweet girl. You were loved. 🪶 Fowl Guru