Wild Lady begins on our small family farm, just outside Winchester. This is where the woodland meets the fields, where the seasons shape each day and where our hens have become part of the landscape around them.
For five generations, our family has been farming in Hampshire, gaining experience from the land and passing knowledge from one generation to the next.
That knowledge has shaped the way we farm today.
Long before food was produced at speed and scale, good farming was measured by care, patience and the quality of what was produced.
It has always been understood that the life of the hen is at the heart of the egg.
The space she has, the ground she explores and the natural rhythms she lives by all play their part.
Wild Lady is built on that understanding.
A return to something simpler, more considered and more connected to the land.
Rooted in generations of farming knowledge, and shaped by the woodland around us, this is where our story begins.
THE NAME WILD LADY
From this way of farming, Wild Lady was created to tell the story of eggs worthy of their origin.
The name belongs to the hens as much as it does to the story.
Free, characterful and living among the trees, they bring a quiet wildness to every egg they lay.
We wanted a name that captured that spirit, natural, distinctive and deeply connected to the woodland around them.
Wild Lady became more than a name.
It became a way to tell the story behind the eggs, rooted in the farm, shaped by the trees and carried into folklore.
THE STORY OF THE WILD LADY
Every woodland has its stories. This is ours,
Barefoot on the forest floor, Her hair tangled with moss, The forest called her the Wild Lady. Wherever she rested, the hens gathered, not tame birds, but proud descendants of the jungle fowl:
Crimson and bronze, fierce as fire, free as mist. The Wild Lady whispered to them stories of dawn and dew, in return they left her their woodland eggs:
Speckled treasures nestled in the hollows of tree roots and bracken. When she vanished into legend, the hens kept laying, Their eggs a token of her spirit of freedom. And still the forest whispers... “A Wild Lady egg carries the taste of the forest’s heart.”
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