How could it possibly be that hard? That was my first thought when I set out to eat only local food for two weeks in late April. I live in Park Slope, Brooklyn, I regularly shop at farmers markets or ...

On a recent Sunday at Colby Farm, we awoke to a jolt of reality. During the night an uninvited guest had paid a visit to our 2-acre farm nestled between the Colorado River and the Grand Hogback. Every ...

It began with a chicken. Or to be more precise, dreams of a chicken. I wanted a plump red bird with a healthy sheen, a thick neck and green tail feathers. I would build it a coop, give it crushed corn ...