strawberries.

I harvested a large handful of strawberries yesterday and just walked around the yard eating them. I’d throw the tops to the chickens and they would argue over them.

It was so peaceful. The strawberries were delicious. The chickens were funny.

All the time, money, sweat – this is why I do this. To eat good food, let chickens be chickens, and have those moments of absolute contentment.

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