Happy Chickens

We celebrated Hank’s birthday at my sister’s place, Wise Acre Farm, this weekend. She raises chickens, and this is her hand washing the eggs from her hens. Her farm is in the paper today!

Farmers Expand to Meet Demand for Pasture Raised Eggs

Raina has always been a bird person, but for some reason I never connected a love for animals with farming until I saw her feeding all her chickens — she chats with them like they’re puppies, and chases down the hurt ones so she can take them home for rest and extra attention in the backyard.

If you’ve never had a pasture-raised egg, they’re delicious. It’s sort of like the difference between a home-grown tomato and a store-bought one. The yolks are super bright, and once you get used to them the eggs from caged hens start to taste egg-flavored, like an imitation of a real egg. Try one if you get a chance.

I’m proud of you, sis.

5 thoughts on “Happy Chickens

  1. My parents divorced when I was young, and so I spent my summers on my dad’s small working farm where we grew our own food, raised our own livestock, and bartered with neighbors for everything we couldn’t produce ourselves. We were the unofficial chicken and egg farm on the road, and regularly bartered our eggs and chickens for our neighbor’s cow milk (we had our own goats to milk, but no cows), another neighbor’s honey, and another’s lamb. Even though my time there was relatively short compared to my suburban life with my mom, it forever changed the way I think about food. And yes, EVERYTHING tasted different – and better – straight off the farm than it does from the grocery store. I’ve always thought of grocery food as “imitation farm food.”

    How nice for Hank to have a little taste (literal and figurative) of “real” food!


  2. We just bought a place up near Placerville, and I’m getting my first flock of chicks next month. I can’t wait to share my eggs w/friends in the city who’ve never eaten fresh, pastured ones.

    For us, part of the joy of buying the place was teaching our nephews about sustainable living, too. We have a 20 bed garden, and have told them they can pick one to do whatever they wish with. It’s awesome to see their excitement.

    So stoked for Hank that he gets to have that experience, too.

    BTW, how come your sister washes the eggs? Is that a food-sales requirement? We’re planning to leave ours unwashed so we don’t have to refrigerate.


  3. Does she sell her egss anywhere in SF or Marin? I used to get fresh eggs as part of my weekly farm box when I lived in the city, but haven’t had ’em in aaaages.


  4. My grandparents had chickens when I was a kid. They weren’t pasture raised but kept in a large outdoor pen with a hen house attached. I always felt so guilty stealing their eggs.


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