I'm not gonna apologize for neglecting the little old blog. I've been raising chard, kids, my self-esteem, Cain, you get the picture.
I'm just stepping in to let y'all know I'm giving a micro-workshop (I don't know exactly what that is, and I do think I just made that word up, but I will tell you that the idea of micro- makes the whole thing feel much less intimidating) on keeping chickens as a family affair at the Hayes Valley Farm Homestead Skillshare Festival this weekend, as well as spreading the gospel of The Institute of Urban Homesteading. Yep, you got it. I'm packing my husband and kids and two favorite henny-pennies into the minivan, driving into San Francisco and chilling with all the groovy urban farm peeps on my daughter's second birthday because, dammit, you get one life, and in this life, we roll with chickens.
I'd love to see you there. Please stop by and say hello, I'll be the woman wrangling chickens, kids, and IUH literature behind a sunny yellow tablecloth, at least until we succumb to the swan song of BiRite Ice Cream!
