BEGINNER'S PLUCK

A pair of condo dwellers from Chicago decamps to farm outside the city, trading dinner parties and oat milk a lattes for a life that moves at a at a walk.

- JOANNA LINBERG 

ON PALMER FARM in Barrington Hills, a pastoral suburb outside Chicago, Margaret Rajic Palmer and husband Matt Palmer have no need to binge-watch TV. They have chickens.

"These girls are some of the busiest, most dramatic little creatures you could meet," Margaret says, laughing as she pulls open the Dutch door of the 1,600-square-foot farmhouse. Sure enough, at the creak of the hinge, seven hens (and one "oops, 1 guess you're a rooster") abandon the grass they've been pecking. The whole mob speed-walks to the door, squawking their demands for a treat. Except Birdie, who pulls her head out of the ground a full minute later, notices she's alone and careens wildly across the driveway before ducking into the flock like she hopes no one will notice.

A little late and a little uncooperative is Birdie's way, Margaret says. She would know: She and Matt watch the flock's antics with the riveted attention most of us gave Ted Lasso. They live and work on the 5-acre farm (she as an interiors photographer, he in the tech field) and are slowly rehabbing the property, dedicating themselves to morning and evening chores, planting vegetables, collecting eggs, and learning to live by the sun and seasons.