Sparrow has turned hay delivery into her personal throne installation. She scales that bale every morning to survey her kingdom, which consists of approximately thirty chickens, a handful of ducks who think they're late for something, and goats who emerge when they deem the coast clear.
The Punkyard energy is pure small-animal politics. Sparrow clearly has thoughts about my photography skills (not impressed). The rooster two yards over is debating whether my presence requires his input. A duck just waddled by like she's running the place.
People think of sanctuaries in terms of the big residents, but down here where the bantams hold court, there's just as much personality per square inch. Maybe more. (Don't tell the horses I said that.) You can meet all our small but mighty residents at steampunkfarms.org/the-barn 🐔👑✨