Hilltops Free Range

Hilltops Free Range Hilltops Free Range grows quality chicken eggs from free range pastured chickens. Chicken eggs of premium quality, from free range, pastured chickens.

On our farm, the chickens live freely 24/7, with the sun and wind on their feathers, protected by our Maremma sheepdogs.

“Be alone, and feel the trees silently growing.Be alone, and see the moonlight outside, white and busy and silent.B...
04/09/2026

“Be alone, and feel the trees silently growing.
Be alone, and see the moonlight outside, white and busy and
silent.
Be quite alone, and feel the living cosmos softly rocking,
soothing and restoring and healing.”

There is always that hen who likes to be quite alone. Doesn’t want to join the flock in the evening, doesn’t care about the evening ‘guiding lights’ we have put up, and just enjoys the moon, in silence.

--from the poem “Lonely, Lonesome, Lonely—O” by D.H. Lawrence

27/08/2026

“The bush was grey
A week to-day
(Olive-green and brown and grey);
But now the spring has come this way”
-with the smell of diesel, the little lambs, eggs and this crazy, crazy yellow! 😀

—from the 1912 “A Wattle Poem” by Veronica Mason (nothing changes in the Bush, from 1912 to 2026 🤣)

20/08/2026

“Buy our equipment,” they said, “it’s all automatic,” they said, “super easy to use,” they said, “best in the industry,” they said.
Here we go, with the plastic rake, trying to get the eggs out of the nesting boxes 🤣🤣🤣 Best tool in the whole farm, $5 from Bunnings 🤣

tools

“Light breaks where no sun shines”.Our experiment this winter was to put battery-powered, very low-power strip light, to...
13/08/2026

“Light breaks where no sun shines”.
Our experiment this winter was to put battery-powered, very low-power strip light, to guide the birds safely back into the sleeping roosts at night. A bit like the gentle strip lights guiding you on the plane when all passengers are asleep and the plane is quietly humming.
The chooks go very, very, very quiet once the sun is down. The mobile shed looks magical and reminds me: there is always, always a light at the end of the tunnel.

There is always hope in better things coming.

--from the poem “Light breaks where no sun shines” by Dylan Thomas

06/08/2026

The Joy! The JOY! 🤣🤣🤣 The only true love that lasts forever 🤣❤️

"Every flower must grow through dirt.”Working from darkness to darkness, in blistering wind these last few days, tears s...
30/07/2026

"Every flower must grow through dirt.”
Working from darkness to darkness, in blistering wind these last few days, tears streaming on my face just from being absolutely frozen… and then suddenly in one hidden place around the back of the house, coming upon this early flower. Maybe a seed spread around by accident from one of the hens? Maybe a leftover from some pots that got broken by a puppy below the windowsill a few seasons back? We never planted this.
There is plenty of good left in the world.


-- quote by Laurie Jean Sennott

23/07/2026

“Seasons come and seasons go,
And the greatest ice must crumble
When it’s flowers’ time to grow.

And as one thing is beginning
So another thing must die,
And there’s never been a snowman
Who has ever seen July”

We welcome all snowmen to see July – just come to the Southern Hemisphere at the farm! 🤣🤣🤣brrrr cold mornings this week, freezing but pretty, even the creeping thistle!

beauty
—from the poem “Snowman” by Shel Silverstein

16/07/2026

In , just like in school holidays, one wears baggy, fleece pyjamas all day long and one can’t do everything lying down: eating, drinking, watching the world go by 🤣🤣🤣 - don’t know who does it better, our retired Maremma Jack or the school holiday kids!

09/07/2026

“Eat some spinach and you’ll turn green”
- If the hens eat lots of greens, could the eggs turn green?
Just asking for a friend who bought some ham. 🤣🤣🤣



—from the poem “Vegetables” by Shel Silverstein

Oops! [Mud] on my jumper... Oops! [Mud] on my leg...Oops! [Mud] on my hair.”There is no clean piece of clothing nor a dr...
02/07/2026

Oops! [Mud] on my jumper... Oops! [Mud] on my leg...Oops! [Mud] on my hair.”
There is no clean piece of clothing nor a dry feather left at the farm this week, heroic effort by the whole farm team! The usual July , here we go! 😭


—from the poem “Honey sandwich” by the wonderful Elizabeth Honey, with some substitution of honey for mud, just as sticky but a lot less sweet 🤣
—Photography by Jonathon

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Lachlan Valley Way
Boorowa, NSW
2586

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Wednesday 8am - 5pm
Thursday 8am - 5pm
Friday 8am - 5pm
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