The Tears the Sweat and the Pains of the Farm
Today I woke up to a social media post from my favorite Farm Enthusiast @caleb karuga on how he a few weeks ago lost 800 fowls in a span of two weeks, and I thought “that is horrific.” And this has inspired me to write about my own experience a few years ago when I first ventured into broiler chicken farming, and let me start by indicating here that am in no way doing this to discourage you my fellow farm enthusiast. Am just reminiscing on the ups and downs and the daily experiences of a farm away from the rosy manicured television stories that make most of us think it will take a little investment, regular phone calls from the comfort of our office chairs and a rare Saturday dash to the farm, to start minting millions from dairy heifers from south Africa, or the improved chicken from Uganda. Back to my broiler story, I started quite humbly with a makeshift housing unit on my rented compound using offcuts and chicken wire which I must confess was a big undoing. The structure was so