once a year we get a letter from a local, amish, organic poultry farmer named freeman miller. he asks us how many broilers we want and in the middle of the summer we get a postcard asking us to come pick them up on the day they are “processed” by hand.
i enjoy the tradition of getting to go out and talk with freeman and see his children. often Odin comes along. it’s neat that some years we’ve been out of town and neighbors have been thoughtful enough to pick up our birds for us without asking since freeman has no refrigerated storage.
i guess freeman must be getting more customers because the letters used to be handwritten.