homer palmer, farm manager

I often get asked why I do not have chickens. It’s a good question. Chickens are great. But a fifty pound bag of grain ain’t cheap. Hay on the island is ten bucks a bale. As one farmer friend likes to say, be careful. The animals will suck you dry.

But I can’t do without Homer Palmer. Granted, he’s an even less justifiable expense. He offers no return on investment, or input of any kind really, except treating my like the most exciting human being alive when I walk in the greenhouse in the morning, bouncing around in his run until breakfast is served. He’s a little ridiculous. But a farm with no animals to speak of just isn’t quite the same.