You’ve probably eaten chicken this week. Am I right? In the United States, eight billion chickens are consumed each year. Whether it comes from the grocery store, the drive-thru or the family farm, poultry is most likely a regular part of your diet–but make no mistake. Nutritionally and taste-wise, there’s a big difference in factory farm chicken and pasture-raised chicken. I speak from personal experience, thanks to Brandon Chonko of Grassroots Farms.
It’s Pastured Poultry Week and Sunday, my boyfriend and I took a road trip about 40 miles South of Statesboro through Georgia’s farm country to a one-man pastured bird operation to get a first-hand look at white and red chickens, broad breasted turkeys and Pekin Ducks. I even learned about farmer Brandon’s Great Pyrenees, Lefty, a livestock guard dog named for his lazy left eye.
In the video below, Brandon talks with me about his passion for healthier food and provides some locations where you can taste his pasture-raised birds on the Georgia Coast and in surrounding areas. Regarding taste, Brandon says, “We’re raising an old school chicken that’s not going to be tough like a stew hen or a yard bird.”
What We Learned:
We learned a great deal about pastured birds on our visit, some fun facts too:
- A pasture-raised French red bird’s life span from birth to processing is about 70 days.
- Unlike domestic animals who usually overcome being the “runt of the litter,” chicken runts never hit a growth spurt. They remain little. How funny is that?!
- The only chicken hatchery with authentic French Label Rouge Birds in the United States is located in Pennsylvania at Freedom Ranger Hatchery, Inc. The chickens in the photos below are born in Pennsylvania and raised in South Georgia. Brandon gets them when they’re one day old.
- The natural body temperature of a French red bird is about 104 degrees (No wonder they like Georgia)!
- Broad breasted turkeys become Thanksgiving size in 5 months.
North Beach Grill
After leaving the farm, we went to North Beach Grill on Tybee Island to try their Free-Range Jerk Chicken Entrée, made with the chickens we’d just seen on Grassroots Farms. Unfortunately when we got there and ordered, they were fresh out of the free-range chicken. Disappointment doesn’t describe our emotion!! Like I shared with Brandon though, we were bummed but it’s just a testament to how good his product really tastes! We’ll definitely try again soon.
From the Farm to the Plate:
A true Southern fellow, Brandon didn’t let us leave the farm empty-handed. He sent us back to the Boro with a dozen farm eggs, a whole French red bird and two boneless skinless chicken breasts. You can bet I put them to good use! When I tell you this is the best salad I’ve ever eaten, it’s no lie. I featured the chicken in two ways. Just like Brandon recommended, I seasoned the chicken breast with kosher salt and pepper, then cooked it in the skillet in about 2 tablespoons of olive oil. Hearty, rich, succulent white meat with a crispy skin was the result. Using the yolk of one of the fresh chicken eggs (laid just the day before), I made a balsamic vinaigrette to dress my local greens. I didn’t even miss the cheese!
So God Made a Farmer:
Eating local, homegrown food just has a way of making you thankful–for Georgia farmers like Brandon, for Farmers’ Markets where you can gain access to healthful ingredients and for the reminder that convenience food can’t compare to the crops that come from Georgia soil or the meat raised on Georgia turf. Supporting local helps you, the farmer and our environment. Paul Harvey says it best:
From the Farm to the Plate: A Day in the Life of a Pasture-Raised Chicken
3 thoughts on “Pastured Poultry Week: So God Made a Farmer”
Rebekah, you are just a natural when it comes to all of this. I love each and every article you write. Thanks for all of them. Your Grandpa Joe and Grandpa Marcus would have been proud of you for recognizing the importance of the farmer in our society. Grandpa Marcus used to plow a mule by hand when he was a boy. He said it was very hard. You know Grandpa Marcus loved his chickens too. Grandpa Joe worked hard all his life on his farm in Twiggs County and took his last breath at his kitchen table looking across the field that morning. Your article brought back those memories for me.
I never knew chickens lives were so short!!! 70 days, that is amazing.
I like this saying. “Don’t talk about the farmer with your mouth full.”
Not gonna lie Mama, I got a little misty on that one. LOL!! And I love that quote you added at the end about not talking with your mouth full about the farmer. Ain’t that the truth! I wish they could’ve been around a little longer so I could talk to my Grandpas about what it was like when they were farmers. Keep those stories coming…they are what makes us who we are.