It is March 18th here in Vermont, and while all the bitter dispositions of Vermonters are slowly warming, the temperature outside is decidedly not. It is an 18° Windsday today—the wind is cutting straight through wool, beards, and bone. It turned out to be fortunate, however, that the weather is so bitter, because had it been pleasant—and had I…
I don’t have much more to add to my previous post on this subject. The real “proof-in-the-pudding” will arrive in the spring with the new grass. If the lush green stripes return, viola! We’ve done something real—though, in a small way. If not, we’ll go back to the drawing board.
We started raising chickens on grass this year for a reason that I don’t hear or read often. We didn’t do it for the chicken. We didn’t do it for the money. We did it for the grass. Those of you who are familiar with our farm know that while this farm has transitioned through…