by Jennifer Burcke Photos by author Original birthday cakes are a tradition at 1840 Farm. I sometimes spend weeks preparing a cake’s blueprint and gathering the tools, both edible and not, to assemble the masterpiece in time for the big celebration. I’ve made three-dimensional poodles, polar bears, dinosaurs, and even a Flying Ford Anglia inspired […]

by Jennifer Burcke Photos by author Our hens have lived at 1840 Farm since last September. They made their long transition from day-old chicks to egg-laying hens over the course of their first five months living here. They endured an extremely harsh winter in New England and emerged relatively unscathed. Within minutes of emerging from […]

by Jennifer Burcke Photos by author Chickens are a lot more like toddlers than I could have ever imagined. They like shiny objects and can be distracted by a meager peace offering of dry cereal. They like to play and sometimes even fight with each other. If left alone too long without something to keep […]

by Jennifer Burcke Photos by author It’s official. Spring has finally arrived here at 1840 Farm. It’s about time that the winter that wouldn’t end finally ended. We do live in New England, so I am always hesitant to audibly declare that we have made it through another winter. Believe me when I tell you […]

Dad being silly! by Kimberly Furry I purchased a few books and searched for some books at our local library about building chicken coops. Unfortunately, they weren’t what I imagined. I’ve searched the Internet endlessly and the Community Cluckers blog. I have some ideas and great pictures, but nothing concrete with regards to actual plans. […]

by Jennifer Burcke Photos by author Fried eggs, broiled eggs, scrambled eggs, poached eggs, boiled eggs, Eggs Benedict, omelet, deviled eggs, egg salad. I could go on, but I’m quite sure that I’ve had my moment. You know the one. The one where I become my own version of Bubba from the movie Forrest Gump. […]

by Kimberly Furry This has been a constant and long-standing request: “Mama, I want baby chicks!” Each time my daughter Ara asks for them, I cannot help but roll my eyes, thinking, “Fools rush in …” The excitement at the idea of chicks crashes over her 5-and-a-half-year-old mind like an ocean wave. Her face lights […]