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I live on Bainbridge Island in a small, rustic straw-bale home that my wife Marilyn built. We share our home with our dog Lewis and a continually evolving number of chickens (current count ~12). Marilyn is the kindest, most patient person I know (ask me how I know). She’s also brilliant, very handy, and charmingly goofy. Lewis is the cutest, sweetest, bestest dog in the whole world. Hagrid, our rooster, is sweet and chivalrous, and hens Jane and Ramona are the matriarcs. We have a large garden, grow and can our own food, have a composting toilet, and heat our home with a masonry stove. At the same time, we can’t turn on a light without asking Siri first and we drive a Tesla. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ While these details confuse some, it makes perfect sense for us.