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The Secrets of Backyard Chicken Farmers
My name is David Bucey.
I’m a backyard chicken farmer,
only ’cause my daddy won’t let me hunt them
Family in Flowers
My dear friend, Lauren Cunningham arranged these gorgeous flowers for me and delivered them to the 9th floor at Brackenridge Hospital here in Austin. Lauren has become part of our family in the past few months-we love her so. She has already gone through so much with us-the birth of Woods, the growth of The Byrd Collective, and the recent car wreck that led to these flowers. She has been an incredible student-my best yet. Hardships, if you are lucky, turn into celebrations of the heart. They also let you know who your biggest supporters are in life.
La Dolce Vita
I’m sitting with artisan chef and restaurant owner Roberto Leoci in an old meat-packing building that is now Meddin Studios. It’s 80-degrees outside, but cold in here, as if the refrigeration has permanently seeped into the concrete floor. The place is creepy. Barn-size metal doors divide the rooms; to slide one open you have to press your entire body against it. The old wooden tables move as easily as live oaks and are just as creaky. Everything is heavy. Even the new glass doors are propped open by 25-pound sandbags.