Old Country

My first experience with chickens were at my Grandfathers home, which still stands today much the same generations later. I learned to walk with my chicken companions.
I loved the interdependent, self-maintaining system of farming and keeping livestock and gardens, nothing was wasted and everything had a purpose.

My Father and his brothers bagging grain, that’s me in white.

My Father and me with the homestead in the background.

Me in practically the same spot 30 years later

The chickens

My Uncles chickens

The neighbors chickens

Poultry venders at the town Piaz (market)

Geese, ducks and chickens!