If author and farmer Jenna Woginrich had a motto, it might be this: â€śDonâ€™t give up. Your landlords tell you that you canâ€™t keep rabbits? Donâ€™t give up. A foxy visitor slaughters half your flock in the wee hours of the morning? Donâ€™t give up. You hit financial hardship and your farm is on the line? Donâ€™t give up.â€ť
As a self-taught farmer having lived in three states on three farms over 10 years, tending to animals and following her dreams of sustainability, Woginrich has persevered. In that decade, chickens have been at the very heart of each step of her journey and every hardship that has come her way. She has chosen rural regions over urban ones to settle and work, each place with the flock in mind. Chickens were her first livestock.
â€śThey came into my life and never left, which sounds simple, but it means a lifetime of decisions that accommodated them being a part of my story,â€ť she says.
In her first book, Made From Scratch (2010), Woginrich calls chickens â€śthe most exciting backyard accessory since lawn darts.â€ť She credits her spark of infatuation with the birds to her then coworker and chicken mentor.
â€ś[She] managed a full-time office job and kept a herd of beef cattle and 200-plus laying hens,â€ť Woginrich says. â€śShe rocked my world. I had grown up in a town and never even knew chickens came in different breeds and colors, much less people in cubicles could go home to them. I was blissfully ignorant and excited.â€ť
Woginrichâ€™s first flock of three mature hens came from her former coworkerâ€™s farm, after a few trials and tribulations with her attempted starter flock: one involving five Silkie chicks in a brooder and a curious Siberian Husky; another when a few hens refused to lay; and another when a hen wandered off on her first morning, not to be seen again. Even with the initial setbacks, Woginrich persisted, and before long she had laying birds.
â€śThose first birds laid eggs in a coop on the back deck of my rented home,â€ť she says. â€śIt was butted up against the window, so I could open the kitchen window in my slippers and reach into the coop through a backdoor and get eggs 10 feet from the skillet. I never felt so rich. Those first birds were the hit I needed to always have a flock of layers.â€ť
Woginrich eventually got her Silkies, too, and added a point-of-lay pullet to her first small flock. By her first summer with chickens, Woginrich was flush with more than a dozen eggs per week.
â€śBefore chickens, the only animals I had were pets,â€ť she says. â€śThey showed me a new partnership with animals, a very old one that has become lost to too many. I know some people keep pet hensâ€”nothing wrong with thatâ€”but I loved knowing that I had these animals that were not pets [but] were partners. They could create something of worth to sellâ€”eggs and meatâ€”and if I learned to live beside them well [and] breed, raise and keep them well, I would always have a small source of income and food. It was my first taste of self-sufficiency.â€ť
Cold Antler Farm
These days, chickens feel less sentimental to her than they used to, but they are no less critical to the heartbeat of the organism that is Cold Antler Farm, her homestead in Jackson, New York.
â€śA body is made of arteries pumping blood from the heart to every nook and cranny of your being,â€ť Woginrich says. â€śChickens are that bloodstream here. They are what courses through the fields, yard, fence lines and nesting boxes. They are always there, proving this farm is a living thing.â€ť
Some chicken keepers tend a laying flock strictly for eggs; others begin with laying hens, and evolve along a natural progression to raising chickens for meat. Over the years of her farmâ€™s life (in its many incarnations and locations) and her extensive social media presence, Woginrich has received criticism and support from her stance on eating animals. Her perspective, as it does for most who farm the land, comes from a place unique only to those who breed, birth, care for and process their own animals for meat. Woginrich hasnâ€™t missed a beat in addressing her criticâ€™s concerns and challenges, asking meatless readers to explore the sources and consequences of their plant-based diets.
In her frank and controversial Huffington Post opinion piece â€śIf You Care About Farm Animals: Eat Them,â€ť Woginrich shares her experience of being a vegan and vegetarian over the course of 10 years to raising her own animals for meat as well as hunting wild game. In a more recent piece for Huffington Post, â€śAn Open Letter from a Farmer to Angry Vegetarians,â€ť Woginrich gracefully addresses the emotional feedback she receives from those who initially met her as a vegetarian and â€śfarm-curiousâ€ť budding homesteader in her first book and who were angered to find just seven years later that she was now processing lambs, hogs and, of course, chickens, on her six-acre farm.
In her early farming years, Woginrich was still making the shift from viewing animals as companions to â€śemployees,â€ť as she calls her charges. As a vegetarian, and a person who was not raised on a farm in her formative years, animals were either pets or creatures of the wild. Where did farm animals fit in? What was their role? To the young Woginrich, they were colleagues with an agreement and understanding: care, food, shelter and a wonderful life, in exchange for meat, milk, fiber or eggs. She was shifting her perspective of animals in our worldâ€”in her worldâ€”and what her relationship with them was to be.
This shift from her early days as a blogger and author forced a choice among her readership: Accept that people can change and hang on for the ride, or, hop off and move on. As a very public farmer, one entrenched in the language and culture of social media by choice and career, harsh criticism came with the territory. Woginrich continues to stand her ground and address concerns on the very platforms that were used to challenge her. In fact, this is part of her draw. Her readership fervently follows her because she lives in an authentic way and doesnâ€™t just share fluff: She shares her setbacks and failures, as well as her accomplishments.
On the farm today, chickens provide pest services, fertilization and income for the farm, but â€śthey are also in the freezerâ€”food for cold winter nights and gatherings with friendsâ€”and in the freezers of people who support this farm. Their eggs are part of peopleâ€™s every morning routine and there is nothing but pride in feeding your community good food. Chickens are so small, but they really can be the foundation of a rural life.â€ť
ChangeÂ & Growth
Not long into her chicken journey, Woginrich entered two black Silkies into a poultry show at the county fair. On her various literary platforms, the farmer has shared this pivotal moment in her agricultural life, and how it shifted her perspectiveâ€”and her lifeâ€™s timelineâ€”from what she thought it was going to be. Her Silkie rooster won a ribbon that day, and she marveled at the community that existed around chickens and how quickly she was welcomed into it with open arms.
Today, Woginrich canâ€™t imagine her farm without chickens. Their roles are so important and so loved on the farm. â€śThey are the background characters in every scene of my life,â€ť she says. From once bathing her birds in a kitchen sink with dish detergent (and subsequently blow-drying them to perfection), her evolution with chickens has shifted, but her devotion to them has not.
She has now turned her fowl focus toward breeding and refining a unique mix of breeds she calls â€śAntlerborns.â€ť Her crosses of Ameraucana, Pumpkin Hulsey, Swedish Flower Hen and Jungle Fowl produce clever birds that are apt to survive and thrive.
â€śMy birds are all free-range, and while that does mean losses to some predators, I feel the overall quality of life for the flock is better,â€ť Woginrich says. The ones that survive go on to share their genes, and her line strengthens and improves.
â€ś[It is] natural selection right in my own backyard, and [the Antlerborns] are fierce mothers and amazing flyers,â€ť she says. â€śThey lay blue/green eggs, and some donâ€™t have tail feathers. So I went from raising a kennel of purebreds that I would enter in the county fair to a breeding ground for the scrappiest northeast laying flock no raccoon or fox dare vanquish!â€ť
Woginrichâ€™s goal is to improve the genetics of the line, keep them going strong and increase her meat bird production. Otherwise, she â€ślets chickens be chickens.â€ť Her daily routine is like any backyard or hobby farmer: Each morning, she feeds them, collects eggs and conducts health checks. The rest of the time, their presence courses through the veins of the farm, keeping the land healthy and feeding their farmer and her customers.
â€śI wrote books about them and shared their stories, and now they are as much a part of me and this farm as the ground itself,â€ť she says. â€śIt is amazing to me that a decade of choices can come from one hot egg.â€ť
This story originally appeared in the September/October 2017 issue ofÂ ChickensÂ magazine.