The Animals of Ferrand Farms
Meet the Flock
Every egg, every order, and every muddy footprint on the porch starts with somebody on this list. Here’s who’s actually running the place.
Ferrand Farms has a lot of employees, technically. None of them get paid, most of them have strong opinions, and at least one of them is a goat. Here are a few you should know by name.
Helen the Hen
If you’ve read about our coop fundraiser, you already know Helen. She’s the hen who beats everyone else out of the coop each morning, marches straight up to whoever’s in the yard, and inspects them like she’s deciding whether they’re worth her time.
She has strong feelings about tomatoes (for), strangers with empty hands (against), and being picked up (also against, she will let you know). Open any basket of eggs in our photos and there’s a good chance one of them is hers.
The Alarm Clock
Big Red
Every flock needs a rooster, and ours is loud about the job. Big Red is up before the sun and makes sure the entire farm knows it, whether the farm asked to know or not. He struts the run like he owns it, mostly because as far as he’s concerned, he does.
Underneath the noise he takes the job seriously: half an eye on the sky for hawks, and he’ll shepherd the hens back toward the coop when the light starts to fade. Order a rooster of your own and expect the same mix of racket and genuine dedication.
The Escape Artist
Puddles
Ducks aren’t supposed to be able to squeeze through a two inch gap in fencing, and yet. Puddles has made it a personal mission to find every weak point in every enclosure on this property, usually to reach a puddle that formed about four minutes earlier.
Ducklings you bring home will grow up every bit as food motivated and stubborn, in the best way. Just budget for slightly better fencing than you think you need.
The Self-Appointed Garden Inspector
Biscuit
Biscuit isn’t for sale, doesn’t lay eggs, and contributes nothing to composting operations. Biscuit is, by Biscuit’s own estimation, essential staff, mostly in the role of supervising the vegetable beds and occasionally sampling the produce without authorization.
Look closely at the left edge of the photo at the top of this page and you’ll spot Biscuit wandering in, uninvited, mid photo, as is tradition.
And everybody else
Beyond the ones with names, Ferrand Farms is home to a rotating cast of hens, ducks, and the occasional very determined chick, all raised the same way: free-range, unhurried, and never crowded. Bring a few home for yourself, or come say hello in person when you pick up an order.