top of page

Fox Hollow Farm...Life Happens Here

It's 5am and it's not the sound of the roosters crowing that wake me up. It's the peacocks rolling down my roof above me. I have never figured out why they do that but it took me a few years to get used to the sound...something akin to a dead body being shoved off the peak of my roof and landing with a muffled thud in the garden below. The peacocks only make up a handful of the strange characters who have found their way to my little farm outside of Seattle....and they're not the only ones who keep me entertained.


 
 
 

Comments


  • Instagram
  • Facebook
bottom of page