I didn’t stumble into chicken keeping—I was hatched into it.
I grew up with chickens in the yard, feeders in the barn, and broody hens nesting in places they absolutely should not have been.
But it wasn’t until adulthood—when the chicken math hit harder, the gear didn’t work like it should, and Clancy entered the chat—that I realized something was wrong with the way this world worked.
Backyard chicken keepers were getting bad advice, junk gear, and side-eye from elitist breeders.
If you didn’t show birds or speak in genetic code, you were treated like a joke.
So I said, “Cluck that.” We didn’t fit their mold. So we built our own coop.
And Cluck It All Farms was born.
We started Cluck It All Farms because we were tired of being talked down to.
Tired of breeders shaming new keepers.
Tired of people pretending chickens are only “worth something” if they win a ribbon.
Here’s what we believe instead:
We’re serious about preserving rare breeds.
We’re just not gonna act like jerks about it.
We’re a small, fierce, occasionally sleep-deprived crew based in Northwest Ohio.
Our founder Tina started this with a bootload of chicks, a sketchy brooder setup, and a refusal to let bad info win. She’s been obsessively raising rare landrace breeds ever since—and dragging Clancy (our glorified rooster mascot) along for every coop upgrade and meltdown.
He crows. He judges. He ends up in more photos than we do.
We’re preservation breeders.
We’re sarcastic nerds.
We believe that science and joy can live in the same coop.
Whether you’ve got one hen, a backyard full of chaos, or dreams of preservation breeding—we built this for you.
You don’t have to know everything.
You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.
You just have to give a cluck.
We’ll bring the science.
We’ll bring the sass.
And Clancy? He’ll bring the side-eye.
Let’s get cluckin’.
I didn’t stumble into chicken keeping—I was hatched into it.
I grew up with chickens in the yard, feeders in the barn, and broody hens nesting in places they absolutely should not have been.
But it wasn’t until adulthood—when the chicken math hit harder, the gear didn’t work like it should, and Clancy entered the chat—that I realized something was wrong with the way this world worked.
Backyard chicken keepers were getting bad advice, junk gear, and side-eye from elitist breeders.
If you didn’t show birds or speak in genetic code, you were treated like a joke.
So I said, “Cluck that.” We didn’t fit their mold. So we built our own coop.
And Cluck It All Farms was born.
We started Cluck It All Farms because we were tired of being talked down to.
Tired of breeders shaming new keepers.
Tired of people pretending chickens are only “worth something” if they win a ribbon.
Here’s what we believe instead:
We’re serious about preserving rare breeds.
We’re just not gonna act like jerks about it.
We’re a small, fierce, occasionally sleep-deprived crew based in Northwest Ohio.
Our founder Tina started this with a bootload of chicks, a sketchy brooder setup, and a refusal to let bad info win. She’s been obsessively raising rare landrace breeds ever since—and dragging Clancy (our glorified rooster mascot) along for every coop upgrade and meltdown.
He crows. He judges. He ends up in more photos than we do.
We’re preservation breeders.
We’re sarcastic nerds.
We believe that science and joy can live in the same coop.
Whether you’ve got one hen, a backyard full of chaos, or dreams of preservation breeding—we built this for you.
You don’t have to know everything.
You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.
You just have to give a cluck.
We’ll bring the science.
We’ll bring the sass.
And Clancy? He’ll bring the side-eye.
Let’s get cluckin’.
We’re happy to chat, answer questions, or decode whatever your flock drama is today.
Whether it’s brooder panic, treat debates, or “is this poop normal?”—we got you.
Drop us a note and we’ll get back to you within 48 hours (Monday–Friday, because chickens don’t believe in weekends, but we try).