Bringing home 20 fuzzy yellow chicks on a chilly April day felt like a leap of faith. Snow still blanketed the ground, and nighttime temperatures were well below zero. These chicks, born just two days earlier, had traveled in a cold truck packed tightly in a box. I worried if my single heat lamp would keep them warm enough. Yet, with a thick layer of shavings for bedding and their own body heat, they thrived through the first week. My second season of raising Cornish Cross ch

Raising meat: from coop to freezer