The Coop Comeback

That poultry venture almost wrote my epilogue. I still remember the silence after the last loss settled in—the hollow quiet of empty coops and emptier pockets. It wasn’t just a financial blow; it felt like a failure of foresight. I walked away bruised, much wiser, and spoke of it to no one. Some lessons are too heavy for casual conversation.

For a long time, I told myself that chapter was closed. Buried. But time has a way of softening the edges of memory, leaving behind not just the sting of pain, but the clean, sharp lines of experience. After a serious meeting between me, myself, and the...