The humans, dogs, cats, and chickens who make Camp Clucksworth run.
Your fearless, over-caffeinated camp counselors
Part camp commander, part walking documentary, part animal whisperer. Has an encyclopedic knowledge of dinosaurs and zero shame about bringing it up to anyone. Responsible for s’mores quality control, keeping everyone on schedule, keeping the yard from catching on fire. Loves the chickens a little too much.
Part art teacher, part human jukebox, part agent of chaos. Will teach the kids to paint and crochet, then turn on a song and start a dance party in the middle of it — and know every single word. Somehow the most calming presence in the room while also being the reason things go sideways.
They live here full-time and run the place, honestly
Vigilant guardian of the yard. Will alert you to any birds, mail carriers, or suspicious leaves.
Loves everyone immediately and without reservation. Excellent at being pet. Professional cuddler.
Small in size, enormous in personality. Will absolutely judge you for what you’re eating. (Mostly because she wants it)
Grumpy old man vibes and never lets anyone forget it. Available for petting on his schedule.
Extremely soft. Will knock things off tables as a power move. Somehow beloved despite this.
Shadow, Luna & Olive already took the good names. These girls keep the camp stocked with fresh eggs.
📍 August 7 – 9 · Wichita, KS · Where Chickens Rule