🐓 Our Farm Story

We bought Tiny Ass Farm in 2018, trading the steady rhythm of suburban streets for wide skies, open soil, and the chance to live closer to the heartbeat of the land. What began as an escape quickly became a home filled with life, laughter, and a fair bit of clucking and buzzing.

Our days are shared with three rescue dogs—Wolfie, Roady, and Uschi—who keep the fields lively, and two rescue cats, Goustav and Moto, who rule the quiet corners of the house. The farm hums with the energy of eleven chickens scratching in the yard and thousands of bees weaving golden threads from flower to hive. Out back, a garden sprawls in every direction, feeding both us and the soil that sustains us.

When we named the farm, we imagined miniature donkeys grazing in the pasture. The dogs had other ideas, and we decided not to risk the mix. Later, we learned that a former owner was a wildlife rehabber who, as it turns out, kept donkeys here long before us. It felt like fate—the name we had chosen carried not just our dream but a piece of the land’s own story.

Tiny Ass Farm is more than a place. It’s a patchwork of rescues, roots, wings, and wild buzzing—a reminder that life, even lived simply, is anything but small.