Down Yondah Chicken Stew

Everybody on ’Fuskie had a yard full of chickens. And while we weren’t formal about most things, we kept chickens in fenced pens (to protect them from dogs and varmints). To help us find the eggs, we made laying boxes—which the hens used most of the time—and lined them with pine straw.

From the hen that let us know with a cackle she just laid an egg, to the rooster that woke us up, chickens were part of our lives. We even had pet chickens, including one hen that slept in the house,