Sigh. We’re not farmers, and trying to learn how to farm during our mid-40s, well, it’s trying.
But we’ve got a flock of children who are sure our first flock of chickens will be the best ever. At least there should be some eggs.
And who doesn’t want their own fresh eggs?
So time to build those nesting boxes, chicken coop and fenced run.
Oh, and we’ve got a name. You can’t have a farm without a name.
So if you’re passing through Tennessee on your way to anywhere, come visit us at Floating Axe Farm.
