From Rae:
Last summer in 2025, I traveled to Pennsylvania to visit my in-laws. Early in the morning before we left for the airport, there was a “small fire” in my chicken coop, which I had just moved my young chickens into. In a panic, I doused the fire, called my mom, and left for the airport.
My mom confirmed the chickens were alright… but I couldn’t stop thinking about them. That night I was up late, anxiety stricken, worried about my chickens. I had installed a webcam in the henhouse, but couldn’t see the chickens anywhere. I feared that they were all dead from smoke inhalation, or traumatized from the fire. It was the middle of the night and I didn’t know what to do, hundreds of miles from home.
Then something told me: reach out to Matthew
He went right over, reassured me they were ok, helped them into the henhouse and hung out with them as the sun rose
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