Our little hobby farm was once tucked away in a quiet corner of Phoenix, but over the years, the city has grown around us, bringing many changes. Housing developments and businesses have increased traffic, and the once-tranquil surroundings are now filled with the constant hum of a nearby freeway—a freeway that didn’t even exist when we first bought this property. We also live near what was once a small airport, which has since grown into one of the busiest in the country. As a result, overhead air traffic and noise have become part of our daily lives.

Yet, amidst all this change, our little hobby farm remains much the same. We still raise chickens and visit the local feed store, a community staple since 1966. Walking into the store feels like stepping back in time, with the scent of fresh hay and grain in the air, friendly faces, and free-roaming feathered friends adding to the charm.


One of those friends is a regular at the feed store—a large turkey who follows me around and always makes me feel welcome. He’s often in the way, taking his sweet time strutting in front of my truck—especially when I’m in a hurry. Guinea hens perch on the rooftops like vigilant security guards, while the resident chickens entertain with their antics in a unique rustic enclosure.





