Chicken Boy
I moved to Twin Oaks about 12 years ago, and about four years in, it became apparent to me that I was going to be a parent (the rapidly swelling midsection of my partner helped to tip me off). So I figured, as long as I was going to be raising a kid or two on the farm, they might as well be farm kids.
This is a sweet piece, filled with the an insider look at what parenting feels like inside this strange place we call home. Thanks Ez.
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