Now, like any good farm story, this one might have grown a little in the retelling. But the core of it? Every embarrassing bit is true. A Perfect Christmas Eve — Almost It was Christmas Eve. Family was visiting, the house was full, and everything on the homestead was looking good. I'd spent the week before getting the property cleaned up and presentable. For one brief moment, I thought I actually had it all together. Everything except the one thing I'd been putting off: changing the batteries in my automatic chicken...
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Every spring, something magical happens across America: hardware stores transform into tiny, chirping wonderlands. “Chick Days” arrive, and suddenly every rational adult becomes a wide‑eyed kid staring at fluffy little popcorn kernels with legs. I was no exception. Three years ago, my wife—an elementary school teacher—hatched our first batch of chicks for a classroom biology lesson. Sixteen chicks emerged, and we thought, Hey, we’ve got almost three acres… how hard can this be? Spoiler: we had no idea what we were doing. But chickens are resilient little dinosaurs, and they survived...
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