It started with a simple conversation in my partner’s backyard in Northglenn, watching her chickens contentedly scratching and pecking. I was wrestling with a challenge many disabled veterans face - how to get into farming without overextending myself physically. "Chickens basically raise themselves," she said, tossing another handful of kitchen scraps their way. Then she caught herself: "Well, once they're adults anyway. The chicks are a whole other story - constant attention, precise temperature control, it's like having feathered babies!"