King Henry ruler of his roost. Once upon a time there was a baby chick, who from the beginning was the ruler of his roost. He took charge and was a true leader in every sense of the word. By the age of nine months, his morning crowing could be heard throughout the...
Can you imagine never being able to walk outside, never to feel the sun on your face or never being able to walk through a farmers market to see all the wonderful fruits and vegetables displayed? I can’t…but that’s the life of a factory...
Hidden away in the Upstate of South Carolina is a little farm where we call home. Surrounded by century-old pecan and oak trees, we live on a 120-year-old homestead. By the grace of God, we were called to restore this 1890 farmhouse along with its barns, gardens and long-forgotten cotton field to its original working farm. Dedicating ourselves to reusing, recycling and making do we are living a very simple life building our backyard farm.