Welcome to Black Feather Farm
There was a time in my life when I lived in the city. With paved roads, and high-speed internet, and neighbors that lived so close that they could see into the windows.
Now I live in a big old temperamental farmhouse that was built before my great-great-grandparents were born.
I often get in fist-fights with the boiler, swear at the crooked floors, drink beer on the back porch, and in general love the hell out of this place.
Currently the farm is home to two miniature donkeys, a dozen chickens, and one cat who thinks he’s a dog. There is never a dull moment.