Hacker Holler
Farm Fresh Butt Nuggets
Welcome to Hacker Holler Egg Farm
Tucked away in the hollers of Western North Carolina, our girls live the good life — and you can taste the difference.
At Hacker Holler, every hen roams free. No cages, no crowding, just wide open pasture, sunshine, and all the bugs they can chase. Our ladies spend their days scratching through the grass, dust-bathing in their favorite spots, and doing whatever makes a chicken happy — which, it turns out, is a lot.
And they’ve got nothing to worry about, because Bill is on the job. Our handsome rooster struts through the flock like he owns the place — because in his mind, he absolutely does. Bill keeps a watchful eye on the sky, sounds the alarm when hawks get ideas, and makes sure every lady gets home safe at dusk. He’s pretty, he’s loud, and he takes his job very seriously.
As for the ladies themselves, we know them all by name. There’s Hennifer, our head hen who runs the place with an iron beak. Ruth Bader Hensburg, who believes firmly in equal access to the best scratch pile. Squeakers, named for the ridiculous little sounds she makes instead of clucking like a normal chicken. And Checkers, who earned her name honestly with her gorgeous black-and-white plumage.
Happy hens lay better eggs. It’s that simple. When chickens get to live like chickens — foraging, exploring, soaking up the mountain air, all under Bill’s watchful protection — you end up with rich, golden yolks and shells so sturdy you’ll need to give them a real crack. No factory floors, no fluorescent lights. Just real eggs from real chickens who happen to have very silly names and one very handsome bodyguard.
Farm-fresh, free-range eggs from hens who are living their best life.
