Look, we get it.
Sometimes the goats turn up their noses.
Sometimes the garden soil smells like swamp farts.
Sometimes you meant to buy chicken feed and left with duck diapers and a wind chime shaped like a cow.
It happens. We’ve seen worse. We’re still emotionally recovering from it.
We believe you. But we still need you to:
We do not accept returns on baby chicks. We will, however, help you name them, help you find a suitable coop, and emotionally prepare for the journey ahead.
(You should probably name one "Cluckles McFeatherton." Just saying.)
Did you order something from us and need to return it? No worries—we’re here for you. However:
We’d love to be that generous, but we’re a feed store, not a mega-corporation with its own space program. (yet)
We won’t require the doodle, but it might speed up your refund.
We’re here. In the store. On the phone. Possibly at the farmers market.
We like helping people and we love solving weird problems. Just don’t be mean to the staff—we will unleash the alpacas.