Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sights and sounds, lost and found

I don't think we had more than an inch of rain all summer but in this past week I bet we've had 5 or 6.  I'm not complaining.  Things are looking greener already.

Tuesday morning I went out to feed the ducks and saw this.  Look closely.
Later that day a friend and I hiked to a waterfall behind our cabin.  It's not a huge waterfall but a series of small ones and you can climb and follow them up and up.  On the way there we saw this cute little guy.
The waterfalls were running nicely since we had had a day or two of rain.  We didn't climb very high.  Mostly we parked ourselves on a rock and babbled, accompanied by the babbling brook.

Last night was our heaviest rain and today you can hear the creek that runs around our house from just about anywhere you stand in the yard.  Until this week Elk Creek was so low we could walk across without getting wet feet.


This morning I went out in the pouring rain to feed everyone and milk because it didn't look like it was going to let up any time soon.  One of my guineas was looking distressed, calling out for his friends while his feathers drooped from the downpour.  I didn't see the other 2 anywhere but went about my business.  James has moved his office upstairs where he looks out over our front yard, field and James River Rd.   He saw a car drive by our house once, then turned around and stopped in front of our gate and left a guinea there.  I'm guessing he was in the road and they didn't want him to get hit.  I carried him back to the fence but he wasn't in very good shape.  His right leg is injured and he's missing all his tail feathers.  He's now in a shed all by himself and hasn't tried to get out.  I don't think he's feeling very good.  Something must have attacked him and his buddy and he somehow escaped.  I don't know if he'll make it or not.  This video is kind of blurry because I didn't want to upset him and get close.  Whenever I zoom in for a video it comes out blurry.  I don't know what I'm doing wrong.  You can hear his distress call and maybe see his lame foot.


Goats hate rain.  They've holed themselves up in their barn for 2 days and then today when it cleared up they became very vocal and want all my attention.  I think they're bored.


The only animals on our farm that like the rain are these guys, the quietest of all our animals.
Three of these ducks were supposed to be magpies, a black and white duck.  It's pretty clear they're all mixed with mallard since they have bright green heads.  All 4 ducks are males so we won't be having any little Myducks next spring.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Again about the bread

I think most people who bake bread are always in search of the perfect recipe that turns out like bakery bread.  I have The Bread Baker's Apprentice, a cookbook by Peter Reinhart, and on the front is a picture of a woman holding a beautiful, gigantic loaf of bread.  I've always wanted to bake one like that.

 A friend sent me a link to an article from the New York Times about a no-knead bread that a 4 year old can make that is as good or better than bread you buy from a bakery.  I had to try it.  I didn't use any of our own wheat.  I followed the recipe exactly - well, almost exactly.  It's baked in a preheated heavy pan with a lid.  The moisture stays inside the pan to create the crispy crust.  For those of you who would like to try it, here's the recipe.

Recipe: No-Knead Bread

Published: November 8, 2006
Adapted from Jim Lahey, Sullivan Street Bakery
Time: About 1½ hours plus 14 to 20 hours’ rising
3 cups all-purpose or bread flour, more for dusting
¼ teaspoon instant yeast
1¼ teaspoons salt
Cornmeal or wheat bran as needed.
1. In a large bowl combine flour, yeast and salt. Add 1 5/8 cups water, and stir until blended; dough will be shaggy and sticky. Cover bowl with plastic wrap. Let dough rest at least 12 hours, preferably about 18, at warm room temperature, about 70 degrees.
2. Dough is ready when its surface is dotted with bubbles. Lightly flour a work surface and place dough on it; sprinkle it with a little more flour and fold it over on itself once or twice. Cover loosely with plastic wrap and let rest about 15 minutes.
3. Using just enough flour to keep dough from sticking to work surface or to your fingers, gently and quickly shape dough into a ball. Generously coat a cotton towel (not terry cloth) with flour, wheat bran or cornmeal; put dough seam side down on towel and dust with more flour, bran or cornmeal. Cover with another cotton towel and let rise for about 2 hours. When it is ready, dough will be more than double in size and will not readily spring back when poked with a finger.
4. At least a half-hour before dough is ready, heat oven to 450 degrees. Put a 6- to 8-quart heavy covered pot (cast iron, enamel, Pyrex or ceramic) in oven as it heats. When dough is ready, carefully remove pot from oven. Slide your hand under towel and turn dough over into pot, seam side up; it may look like a mess, but that is O.K. Shake pan once or twice if dough is unevenly distributed; it will straighten out as it bakes. Cover with lid and bake 30 minutes, then remove lid and bake another 15 to 30 minutes, until loaf is beautifully browned. Cool on a rack.
Yield: One 1½-pound loaf.

My results?  I think amazing.  When I took it out of the oven it continued to crackle for another 5 or 10 minutes.  The crust is thin and crisp and the inside is full of holes and so soft.  I used King Arthur's bread flour.  Today I'm making another loaf with 50% bread flour and 50% of our own whole wheat.  I never go this high on the percentage of whole wheat so it will be interesting to see how it turns out.

Guess what's for dinner.  Thanks Jerry.

Goodbye Friendly

I've only named 4 of my chickens.  The first one I named was Friendly.  You can guess how she got her name.  She used to hang close to us and talk.  It seemed like she wanted us to hold or pet her but she usually pulled away when I reached for her.  If I did catch her she would sit in my lap and let me pet her for as long as I wanted. 

Yesterday I knew something was wrong with her.  She was very lethargic.  I held her for at least 30 minutes, knowing she was very sick.  She seemed to like the affection but maybe she was just too tired to put up a fight.  Her comb turned a dull purple color and she held her back end in the air while she was lying down.  I didn't know what to do for her.  I feel like I didn't do enough research on the internet until it was too late.

This morning I held her one last time and gave her some yogurt which she only ate because I put her beak in it.  An hour later I found her dead.  I couldn't stand that I didn't know what killed her so I did an autopsy on her.  It sounds like a gruesome thing to do to a pet but I think it's important for me to know what to do if there's a next time and what to look for.  I feel pretty sure it was one of two things, an impacted crop or an egg had broken inside her.  Her crop was still very full of grass and wheat berries.  It seems like it should have digested in a day if she hadn't been eating in a while.  Also, it smelled really bad.  Her lower insides were covered in a yolk colored substance but there was no egg shell to be seen.  I'd never seen yellow like this in another chicken or turkey so that's why I wonder if an egg hadn't broken inside.  She had been opening and closing her vent a lot too so that's another reason I suspected she was eggbound.   One thing I think I need to do is offer oyster shell again and change their food back to the layer food I'd been giving them before.  I had switched food when I got the turkeys and fed a generic poultry food to all the fowl.

It all happened so fast and I hope that never happens to one of my goats.   Last night the young woman who called me for assistance after the birth of her goats came by to get more advice on what she thought was a dying young goat.  Actually, 2 sick goats.  I sent her home with a few supplies and instructions and I'm waiting to hear today how they're doing today.   I didn't go with her back to her house and I'm kind of glad not to have become emotionally involved with another sick animal.  I told her I'd come by today if they hadn't improved.  I hope they're better.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Cleaning wheat berries is much more fun when done with a friend

I think I blogged about cleaning our wheat  more than a year ago but I think it's worth revisiting.  Last fall James planted winter wheat and we harvested it this June.
It wasn't 'till two days ago I had the motivation to clean it.  Part of the motivation was having someone to help me.

I know I've mentioned Susan in other entries and maybe you follow her blog, 6 Sheep and a Llama (which you can access through a link from my blog).  She and I help and encourage each other, much to our husband's chagrin at times when it comes to acquiring new animals, but then, they're getting used to that by now. 

Ok, so, where was I?  Oh yeah, wheat.  Last week I helped Susan cut some downed cedar logs to use for an arbor she's going to build.  In return she came to help me clean our wheat.  I kept looking at the tarp-covered mound of wheat and grass thinking, oh, I need to get to that, but dreading it.  So it was a real treat to have Susan help me dance on it.


We separated the berries from the chaff and then put what was left on the tarp into a copper pot with water where we would wash it and the berries would sink to the bottom and the chaff would stay on top.  We rinsed the wheat again and again and then put the clean berries in the sun to dry.

So far I've cleaned about 20 lbs of berries and I think I'm at least half way done.  Forty pounds of wheat berries ought to last a good while, I think.  I love seeing the berries all packed up ready to store in our cabinets.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Today one of the ducks named itself

My sister, Debbie, and I were sitting in the lawn near the ducks and Debbie kept commenting on how red the inside of one of the duck's mouth was.  Later she saw something hanging out of the mouth, a hook with a swivel on it.  That explained why he kept shaking his head.  Ducks like shiny things and I've found a few things they've brought back to their pen, a parrot toy, a yellow plastic lighter, stuff like that.  I guess it found the hook and swivel attractive too.

We got the ducks in their fence and cornered it till we caught the pitiful guy with the pierced tongue.
It took a good while but eventually I was able to cut the hook with some wire cutters to get most of it out.  The barb is still inside the tongue.  It didn't come out the other side so there was no way to pull it through.  He seemed much more comfortable and was eating and drinking this afternoon so I'm hoping he feels a lot better. 

His new name?  Captain Hook, or Hook, for short.  We've also considered the name Pearce (or Pierce).

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Some simple things that made me happy

Sometimes it's the simplest things that make me happy.  Probably MOST of the time it's the simple things. 

Yesterday was the first time I put a halter on Chy all by myself.  It may seem like a small thing to many of you but to me it was pretty huge.  Every day I was letting her sniff it and tell me she didn't want any part of it.  I'd go along with that but then realized I wasn't getting any farther with her.  It was time to show her I was serious.  I closed her in her barn and did something like I saw the farrier do, I put a rope around her neck and let her take me for several laps around the barn.  Finally she stopped and stood very still and let me put it on her.  I was so proud of her and me.
Today James and I got 60 bales of hay from the farmer who cuts our field.  We didn't get any hay from our field this fall because it's been so dry but, thankfully, he had plenty in his barn.  This should easily get us through the winter.  I feel rich.
I baked some sourdough bread this afternoon so that's what we had for dinner, bread with peanut butter or apple butter and a cantaloupe a friend brought us today.  I loved eating a simple dinner like this, plus it was easy.

Friday, September 17, 2010

For all you dog lovers

I've watched this 3 times and thought I'd share it with you.  This dog is amazing. 

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Breeding season - it isn't pretty

Remember when I posted Shamus' handsome face a while back?  You know, this cute, little, innocent guy.
This is what he looks like now.
Here's Witty before the girls were in heat.
Ok, well maybe his beard was just a little urine stained then too but nothing like it is today.
This is what Witty does almost all day.  The other boys better watch out if they go near Witty's girls.  He'll clobber them.  This is the G-rated video.  Believe me, his behavior isn't always meant for all viewers.


This afternoon I put more fence staples in the boy's fence and added some zip ties to the girl's.  I don't want any unplanned pregnancies.  The whole time I was in with the guys Witty or Shamus was rubbing his stink all over me.  I feel bad that I don't want to touch them but if I could post the smell on this blog you'd understand.  The breeding will begin in October so our first babies will be born in March.  Maybe after all the girls are bred I'll give Witty and Shamus a bath.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Cow's milk cheddar vs. goat's milk cheddar

Our friend, Lucas, came over Monday with 3 gallons of his raw cow's milk so we could make cheese.  This was his first time to make a hard cheese.  We chose Farmhouse Cheddar.  It only has to age a minimum of one month.   Cow's milk is very different from goat's because the cream separates so much faster.  Each jar he brought had an inch or more of cream on top.  I tasted a spoonful of the cream and it was very tasty.

The recipe gives you separate instructions for if you're using cow's or goat's milk.  The cow's must be stirred longer.  I could actually see the fat globules separated on top the milk.  They were yellow-ish.  Goat's milk is brought to a lower temperature than cow's.  It took us a good part of the day to make, maybe 5 hours (?).  That was including heating up the whey to make ricotta afterward.  That was a bust.  I think he only got maybe a tablespoon of cheese from one gallon of whey.

Yesterday I made the same cheese using my goat's milk, only I used 2 1/2 gallons since that's all I had to spare.  I'm pretty sure I got more cheese from my 2 1/2 gallons than he got from his almost 3 gallons.  I definitely got more ricotta, about a cup or cup and a half. 
The hard cheese shrinks some as it dries so it's hard to compare the 2 cheeses since they were made a day apart but here's a picture of the 2 of them side by side.  The cow's milk cheese is yellow.
You'd never know they were the same cheese to look at them.  His cow is grass fed, only getting grain for a treat now and then.  My goats eat grain on the milk stand and graze during the day, though we don't have much grass left to graze on since it's so dry.

I can't wait till we can cut them both and compare them.  I'm betting on a better taste from the goat cheese since everyone knows goats are better than cows, right?  Sorry Lucas.  I'm hoping it's better so when my girls have 18 babies this spring (give or take) I can sell Lucas a few.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Still can't let it go

I can't stop thinking about what it was that got the turkey 2 nights ago.  I feel like I need to figure it out or I won't be able to solve the problem or stop worrying about it.  Maybe someone reading this can help me figure it out.  I've already talked to several people and they had many different opinions about what it could have been - owl, raccoon, coyote or bobcat.

Here are some details about the crime scene:

1.  There were feathers all over the place, kind of like a trail as if the predator was walking or running around with it.  Could Chy have been chasing it?

2.  Whatever killed it left the body in the pasture.  Only the head and breast were eaten, not the entrails.  A coyote usually carries off its prey to somewhere safe.

3.  The night of the kill there was a cat sitting in the shrubs just outside the goat and turkey barns.  I was about 8 feet from it and shined my headlamp on it and I felt certain that night that it was a domestic cat, though I only saw its head.  I wish I had had a brighter flashlight.  James saw a dead bobcat in the road recently but it was several miles from our house.

4.  The turkey probably weighed somewhere in the 15 to 18 lb range.  It would take a pretty strong animal to drag the turkey around.  Any animal could catch a turkey at night because they just sit there.  There were feathers all over the place.  I read that owls pull feathers out before they eat.

5.  Our fences are 4 to 4 1/2 feet high with no electric above or below them so many animals could have scaled or gone under the fence.

6.  We've smelled skunk a lot this week but I don't know if a skunk could kill a turkey and do this much damage.

Last night I locked the girl goats up in their barn just to be safe.  We processed the remaining turkeys yesterday so we didn't have that attraction.  The guineas remain free to perch wherever they want.  The chickens and ducks get locked up but the chicken's coop could easily be broken into.  I want to move them to their sturdier coop but I'll have to take their other coop away because they'll keep returning to it.  Last night Chy was lying down in the boy goat's fence with Shiloh and all the boys nearby.  I've never seen her do that.  She usually stands out in the pasture.

Here's a link to a site that tells about different predators of turkeys and their behaviors.
http://www.albc-usa.org/documents/turkeymanual/ALBCturkey-8.pdf

Sunday, September 12, 2010

My decision was made for me

Something else got the turkey before I did.  I sat down at my desk this morning and looked out the window.  I saw a pile of white feathers in the pasture.  I yelled to James and we went to check it out.  Whatever killed it ate the head and some of its breast and left the rest.  I couldn't tell if it was the turkey I was holding yesterday because the breast feathers were missing so I couldn't see the black feathers that helped me identify it.  None of the 3 surviving white turkeys have those feathers this morning so I know it was the one.   It's just too weird and upsetting.

I wish I knew what Chy was doing while all this happened.   I have to think that her first job was to protect Shiloh.  I'm also wondering what the 2 of them will do when Shiloh is older.  Will they protect the herd?  I don't know.  I'm still trying to figure it out but I'm pretty sure it was the coyote but why wouldn't he take the whole bird?  I wish I had a camera out there to video what happened.

It's also very strange that we've had these turkeys for 5 months and had no problem with predators getting them until the night before we were to kill them ourselves.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Thou Shalt Not Kill (at least one turkey) maybe

This morning I thought I knew what I was going to blog about because I built one of these.
After being bitten by one of the turkeys this week I got on the phone and called our friends, Dan and Amy, to see if they'd help us fill our freezer.  I was determined to be rid of all of them by the end of this weekend.  And then this happened.
And this
It's like he or she knew my intentions.  As a matter-of-fact I had put one or 2 turkeys in the killing cone this morning to see if it was going to work.  Maybe it was this little guy/gal.

I went out in the pasture this afternoon to lie in the grass and maybe take a nap amongst the goats and donkeys and this turkey came over and laid down right beside me.  He let me pet him all over and closed his eyes like he was in ecstasy.  Oh, don't do this to me.  How can I kill you if you turn all nice on me?  And then, I can't just keep one turkey.  I need to keep a boy and a girl so at least they may serve a purpose in the future.  I said I didn't want to do turkeys next year but if they hatched some little ones for me then of course I'd have to raise more.  I'd have to figure out if this one is a boy or a girl and then find the opposite sex to keep also.

And then I looked out my window and saw this.
Just this week the turkeys have decided to explore the rest of our yard.  As I type one is on our back patio.
We keep our back door open when it's nice out.  I bet if I wait 30 more minutes to post this I could have a picture of one of the turkeys walking up our back steps and into our house.

Should I or shouldn't I, that is the question.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

I've lost it

in more ways than one.

Yesterday I was removing old glazing from a window and broke one of the panes.  No big deal, I still have one or 2 more I can put in.  I put them with the glazing points.  Now if only I knew where they were.  I've searched every place I can think of, twice even.  James has also spent some time looking for them.  He says I hid them real well.

Glass and glazing points are cheap but it still bothered me to have to buy more, which I did.  I thought maybe if I bought more they'd turn up.  They haven't yet.

Last night we slept with that pane missing and I wondered if we'd find a bird or bat or something in our house this morning but we didn't.   I want to replace 2 other panes that are really scratched.  I had to decide if I wanted scratched panes that were the old wobbly glass, which I love, or have new ones with no character but we could see out better.  I'm gong with the new.  I better get to work.

I hired someone today to do our 6 upstairs windows.  A neighbor of ours was in the hospital this weekend after falling off his roof.  I think I'll stick with the lower level.  I can't trust myself to remember I'm standing on a roof and not the ground.

Edit:  I posted this 15 minutes ago and since then have found the panes and points in a very logical place - right behind the apples in the downstairs kitchen.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Many uses for our brick oven

Yesterday afternoon we had friends over for wood-fired pizza.  Almost every time we make pizza I bake bread in the oven afterward.  It seems a waste of good firewood and heat not to use it to its full potential.  I tried making a new bread, anadama bread, at a friend's suggestion.  It's a New England bread and it has a story to go along with the name, of a Rockport, Massachusetts man who was upset with his wife not only for leaving him, but also for leaving behind only a pot of cornmeal mush and some molasses.  The angry husband tossed the mush and molasses together with some yeast and flour and muttered, "Anna, damn 'er!"  It's really delicious though it didn't rise the way I had hoped.  I'm going to try it again because it's so good.  It's kind of chewy.  I like that.


This afternoon our oven has cooled down to 140 F, a good fruit drying temperature so I sliced some apples to dry.


You know how some days you just need a cinnamon bun?  Today was one of those days.  I didn't bake them in the brick oven but I did use the leftover pizza dough to make them and I put dried apples in half of them.  I also had some caramel glaze in our freezer from another recipe so I topped them with that.

I also made gouda cheese today but that won't be ready to eat for 3 months.  Some days I feel hungrier than others.  I feel a fat winter coming on.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

I'm a slow learner

Every morning Luti is the first to be milked.  All the goats know it and no one fights for her place.  Things are a little chaotic trying to get everyone in their place and their food bowls filled but that's no excuse for me forgetting to lock the food stall after I'm done in there.  I mean, it's the same routine every morning.

As soon as Luti is done being milked I let her out of the stall and one of the others squeezes in for their turn.  My attention is turned toward them.  It doesn't take long till I realize my mistake.  I hear lots of crashing around 2 stalls down.  Luti has let herself into the food stall and is rooting around for some hay or fallen grain.  She can open the latch in a second.  Today I let her out of the milking stall and followed her with the camera.  Note the carabiner dangling there that isn't where it belongs.



All the noise in the background is Pessa screaming at the others because it was her turn to be milked and the others were in the stall with her because I forgot to close that door when I was following Luti getting my video.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Take me to the river. Dip me in the water.

Remember that song by the Talking Heads?  The words of the song really have nothing to do with what I'm going to blog about but it had river in the title so I thought I'd use it as a heading. 

This afternoon James and I sat out on the front porch to have lunch and I said, "I love this place".  He said he did too.  We made plans to rendezvous down by the river later this afternoon.  Ok, that sounds really romantic, doesn't it?  That's why I wrote it.  We did go down to the river with some chairs, magazines and the dogs.  Since it's a holiday weekend there were lots of canoeists and kayakers passing by.  We only stayed through one browsing of The Architectural Digest and it got pretty cool so we headed back home.  I love looking at the pictures in Architectural Digest and sometimes I think, gee, I'd like to live there, but really, I can't imagine it making me any happier than here.

Yesterday 2 friends and I went down to the river to hang out.  The weather was beautiful and the conversation?   Well, we were 3 middle aged women drinking wine, eating avocado, almonds and carrot cake.  Who cares what we were talking about.  The afternoon was perfect.

I don't know why we don't spend more time watching the blue herons, turtles and beavers.   The leaves are starting to fall and float atop the water.  We should be down there more often.  I should make a Labor Day resolution to spend at least 3 days a week on the riverbank.

I hope none of you are laboring on this labor day weekend.   James did just a little bit.  He cut some downed branches with the help of 3 turkeys.  They would bite the chainsaw bar and chain if you gave them the chance. 

Thursday, September 2, 2010

I've jinxed myself

My friend, Gail, lost another duck to a black snake.  I think this was the 3rd one.  I told her we don't see many snakes around here.  She told me she has never had a coyote or hawk problem, just like I had said a few weeks ago.  Gail, watch what you say.

Today I went out to the turkey/donkey barn and Soosie was clucking like she does when she lays an egg.  I went in to get her egg but found, instead, a black snake underneath the nest boxes.  Soosie was not happy about it and refused to leave the barn until the snake was gone.  I hope it was there eating mice and not my eggs.  I'll be sure to look first when reaching my hands into the nests now.


There were no turkeys or guineas in the barn, just me and Soosie.  I wonder what they would have done if they saw it.  Here's a video of Soosie telling it to leave.  I just previewed this post and it cuts off the side of the video where the snake is leaving the barn.  She never pecked it.  She just clucked and paced back and forth.



Don't anyone else tell me what kind of predator they have on their property.  It will probably appear here next.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The things people say

Today an unfamiliar car drove up our driveway.  I feel like I write this a lot but it seems to happen at least once or twice a week.  Today's visitors were a husband and wife who live a few miles from here.  They stopped to see the donkeys.  She got to give Shiloh some good scratches and Chy allowed her to pet her neck and face.  She told how she had been watching them and that James once told her she should stop by sometime.  She's the lady who draws his blood when he has his cholesterol checked.  They seemed like nice people and we talked donkeys and horses a little bit.  She grew up with horses "when horses weren't fancy, they were for transportation".  They stayed maybe 15 or 20 minutes and all the while Luti, one of my big goats, was rubbing her head all over their legs like she does to everyone.  As they were leaving the woman said, "the goats don't do anything for me.  Their eyes creep me out".  She said she doesn't like cats either and goats were kind of like cats to her.  Well, that was kind of a weird thing to say. 

That reminds me of an at-the-time friend who walked into our house, looked at a victorian chair we had and said, "I hate victorian furniture".  He's also the guy who criticized the way we lived and didn't know why we chose to live in poverty.  When he saw the house we live in now he said he'd visit us again when we had it fixed it up.  Note to self:  don't ever finish fixing this place up.

I guess we all do it, say things that should be kept to ourselves.  I notice the older I get the more I speak my mind.  I'm going to do my best to temper this as I age. 

A friend of mine has a brain tumor.  She worries her personality will change if her cancer progresses and she won't know it.  She asked me if I'd tell her if it did.  I said, no, of course I wouldn't.  What would it change?  When you think about it, what's the point of saying most negative things out loud?  Very rarely is it helpful or useful.

It's good for me to type this.  Maybe it will remind me to watch my mouth and be more thoughtful.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Choosing my path and following my dreams

I just finished the book The Alchemist.  In a nutshell - it was a fable about a young man following his dreams, listening to his heart and reading life's omens.  I loved it.  It got me thinking about what it is I want and if I'm living out my dream.  I think I am - a doting husband, loving son, many really good friends and lots of animals like I've always wanted.  I don't know if I've ever thought about omens or recognizing when something is presenting itself to me and that I should listen to it or take action but I like the idea.  I hope I'm more receptive to them after reading the book anyway.

At 47 years old I worry less about what people think about me.  Yeah, I want people to like me but I don't care if folks think I'm a little strange.  Hopefully it's strange in a good way.  I'm pretty sure some friends of mine and maybe some family don't "get" what I'm doing (the whole animal thing) and maybe don't even approve but that's ok.  It's not for everyone and I wouldn't choose anyone else's life. 

But how do you know if you're there?  If you've reached that treasure?  Have I taken the risks that make it worth the journey, or does it matter?

I love a good book that makes me think.   This morning I had breakfast with 3 great friends.  One of them had recommended I read The Road Less Traveled.  I couldn't get through it.  I told them I didn't really enjoy reading self-help books very much (though I did enjoy A New Earth).  I feel like I'm already happy and those books don't do anything for me.  Does that make me sound over confident or too self-assured?  Maybe, but who cares? 

While I feel happy and blessed in more ways than I can count, I still feel like I'll never stop searching for my elixir or philosopher's stone.  Does anyone?  Is that what gives us energy or purpose?

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Coyote is still here

A young couple drove up our lane today to tell us they saw a very large coyote behind our garage.  That's what the last guy told us, that it was very big for a coyote.   They saw it in the same place.  The ducks are locked up for the night earlier than usual but I can't tuck the chickens in until they find their way back to the garage.  I'm tempted to sit out there tonight with a shotgun.  I wonder if it would know I'm there.  I wish he'd go to someone else's house and they'd shoot him.

Changing the subject - the goats are taking their turns going in heat and they're driving the boys crazy.  The bucks are very stinky right now and are acting like....well, bucks with girl's in heat.  It's not a pretty picture but it was entertaining for the folks that stopped her to tell us about the coyote.  They were fascinated by their noises and "displays of affection", to put it nicely. 

Speaking of affection, Chy has become very affectionate.  A little while ago when I went out there she actually ran to come see me.  We still have a long way to go but she loves to be scratched and wants my attention a lot more now than she used to.  Shiloh is a sweetheart.  Today I put a halter on him briefly.  He had no idea what was going on and looked so darned cute.  I should have taken a picture.  If only Chy would let me do that to her whenever I wanted.  I took hers off yesterday because it was irritating her face.  I'll try to put it on her again in a few days to see what she thinks but I'm not excited about trying. 

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Rough 'n tumble farrier

This morning was our first experience with a farrier.  Apparently it was also Chy's first experience.  Hopefully it wasn't the farrier's last.   Wayne Tingler was his name and he came highly recommended by my friend, Gail, who has 2 donkeys.  From the stories she told me it sounds like her girls also gave Wayne a run for his money.  I have no idea why he does it unless he loves a good challenge or he has a death wish.  I'll bet he's been in the rodeo.




I'm still very unsure of Chy.  I'm used to goats who don't kick and let me do just about whatever I want to them.  I couldn't even get Chy's halter on her before Wayne got here because I was upsetting her and I was nervous about getting kicked.  He decided he was going to make friends with Chy.  He spoke softly and gently stroked her.  I can't really remember how it went from there except I recall her dragging him around the barn for a few laps with him hanging on to her neck.  He kept telling us and her they were going to be best friends.  She sure didn't treat her friend very well.  He finally got her haltered and tied to a post.  He showed us how to make her give up her foot by lifting it and dropping it to the ground many times.  Sounds simple huh?  Sure.  Just when I thought she was all calmed down and acting like a pussy cat she'd give him a few whacks.  As time wore on though I could tell she was getting tired and the kicks were half-hearted.

Wayne kept apologizing to us for being rough on her, which he wasn't at all.  I felt like I should keep apologizing to him for having his head knocked against the post, being twisted in her rope, karate kicked probably 30 times and for all the bruises he probably has tonight.   While most of this was going on James and I were cowering in the corner wishing we had worn our helmets and armor.  Wayne is small of stature but strong as an ox.  I'm not sure who was more feisty Chy or Wayne.  He got the job done and I was more than grateful.  Her one foot that had been bothering her had grown under its self and it has to feel better now that it's all trimmed up.  I hope she's grateful too.


Oh yeah, one more thing.  I got to taste Chy's milk.  I told Wayne I had visions of milking her.  He looked a bit surprised and did a good job of hiding his skepticism. After she settled down he milked her, tasted it and then squeezed some into my hand so I could taste it.  I wish I'd had a glass of it so I could savor and really taste it.  All I can remember is that it seemed thinner than goat's milk.


I have 6 to 8 weeks now to get Chy to relax about getting her feet touched and handled more in general.  I also need to keep touching Shiloh all over so he always behaves for us.  I probably shouldn't have found this morning so entertaining but Wayne and his fiance' Debra were such good sports and kind of seemed like they were having a good time so I didn't feel so bad laughing.  I do wonder what they said on the way home.

Monday, August 23, 2010

First hawks, now coyotes

Five ducks disappeared during the night.  I suspected coyotes or foxes and then a neighbor stopped by to tell us he just saw a large coyote behind our barn.  Everett said if he had a gun he would have shot him.  I wish he did.  James walked back there and down the bank were the remains. Ginger, Skipper, their 2 young and one of the magpies are gone.  Tonight I will try locking them up again if I can get them in their pen. 

First thing this morning Rosie and Lex found one of the young chickens already hard and with its eyes gone.  A friend told me possums do this.  I wonder if even the possums have it out for us.  Just after noon I witnessed a hawk swoop down and steal Soosie's only remaining chick.  It's very disturbing to watch.  All the surrounding fowl go nuts, screaming and running.  Soosie ran straight back towards the other chickens only to be pounced on by the rooster.  I could have smacked him.  Has he no compassion?  Sheesh!  Oh yeah, he's a rooster.

I hope Chy does her job as a guardian if a coyote enters the goat's fence.  We may have gotten her just in time.  It's too bad she can't guard the ducks and free-ranging chickens too.  What I worry about is that it was a pack of coyotes that killed the 5 ducks.  I don't know that Chy could keep all of them away.  Right now she's taking a dust bath in the girl's paddock.

A camel dairy, hmmm

A friend sent this to me this morning.  It sounds intriguing.  What do you think?  Another friend recently told me I should buy a camel dairy. 


Dubai camel dairy milks health food market

Still a few humps to get over for Camelicious brand to hit Europe stores; Asia, U.S. may follow

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DUBAI, United Arab Emirates — The camels know the drill by heart.
Just after dawn, they file on their own, always in groups of 12, into metal stalls for milking. Workers attach automated pumps. The milk flows into a system of chilled pipes that empty into a sealed metal vat.
The next stop someday could be markets in Europe, and possibly beyond, under ambitious plans backed by Dubai's ruler to expand the reach of the playfully eccentric brand name Camelicious.
European Union health regulators cleared the United Arab Emirates in July to become the first major exporter of camel milk products to the 27-nation bloc. If onsite inspections and other EU tests pass muster, the first batches of powdered camel milk could be heading to European shelves next year, and at some point possibly to Asia and America.
"We know this isn't what you'd call a mainstream product in the West," said David Wernery, legal adviser for the Camelicious brand, whose parent company goes by the more staid name of Emirates Industry for Camel Milk & Products. "We're thinking about health food stores and alternative markets. It's probably going to be a niche thing at first."
Camel praise
It would be something of a coming-out party for the small but passionate community that describes camel milk in awed tones.
It has at least three times more vitamin C than cow's milk and is considered an alternative for the lactose-intolerant. Researchers have studied possible roles for camel milk in fighting bacteria, tumors and diabetes, as well as traditional uses such as a treatment for liver disease across the range from central Asia to North Africa.

For Dubai's ruler, Sheik Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum, a Camelicious foothold in Europe would mark a pet project growing up.
Wernery's veterinarian father, Ulrich, made a pitch about a camel dairy to Sheik Mohammed a decade ago.
"I told him, 'You race camels. Why not milk them?'" said the elder Wernery, who first became enamored with camels while working in Somalia in the 1970s.
The sheik did not give an immediate answer, so Wernery went ahead and created a small pilot dairy in 2000 with about a dozen camels outside his research and animal care clinic in Dubai. Three years later, Sheik Mohammed called. He was ready to finance the dairy.
At the time, Dubai's growth was starting to swallow up the desert in huge bites. Sheik Mohammed has always liked the bold stroke. Being patron to the region's first modern camel farm fit nicely as a sideline venture.
David Wernery and his mother cooked up the name Camelicious. Their initial worry: That the "normal customer" might find camel milk, well, "disgusting."
"Hopefully (this was) negated by the reference to delicious," he said.
Building a brand
The company, which began operations in 2006, quickly stood out on the dairy shelves with its logo: a bug-eyed cartoon camel with violet-hued sunglasses. And new flavors were added — now up to chocolate, saffron, date, strawberry. Its official corporate image, a camel silhouette under a sliver moon, is on its other products, including camel milk chocolates and laban, a traditional yogurt drink.
"We're still doing market surveys in Europe," said David Wernery. "We really like the cartoon camel logo, but we wonder if that's the right image for a health food product. We're still working on it."
Then there is the taste. The milk from camels eating the desert brush can have a slightly salty flavor. The Camelicious herd gets hay and treats of carrots and dates, all of which all serve to soften the taste for more Western palates.
"They eat anything," said David Wernery. "They are very, very easygoing. And smart, too."
Really? The lumbering "ships of the desert" are not as cloddish as they seem?

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Hawks

In the past couple weeks 2 different people told us they had lost many chickens to hawks.  I told both of them we hadn't had that problem.  I really didn't think we would have one either.  I don't know why I felt so confident about it.  I shouldn't have.  Earlier this week I saw a red tailed hawk swoop down and try to get the only chick Soosie has left.  Somehow it missed and all the chickens and ducks ran under bushes and screamed and screamed.  Soosie and her chick stayed under our butterfly bush for a few hours.  She was very nervous.  I saw the hawk sitting on our grape arbor so I scared her away.  I didn't see her again that day. 

Later this afternoon we heard chickens and ducks making a racket and James ran out and saw a hawk with one of our smaller ducks pinned to the ground.  James chased it away and the duck escaped.  Not much later the hawk was back, this time with one of our full-grown chickens in its clutch.  I don't know how the hawk thought it could carry a bird as big or bigger than itself away.  James ran out again and the hawk flew away without the chicken but the chicken was already dead.  I had just showered and put on nice clothes to go out in but quickly changed into dirty clothes and butchered the chicken and added it to the ice water we had 2 turkeys chilling in.  It was not a good day for birds on our farm. 

Friday, August 20, 2010

Chy and Shiloh are becoming pets

Shiloh has become very affectionate and even runs to see me now.  He's a big teddy bear.  Please ignore my baby talk in the video.  Focus on the baby.



Chy has lived with us for a week and 4 days and I'm so pleased with how much she has warmed up to me.  I'm trying not to rush her but it's so hard not to hug her neck like I do the goats.  Yesterday I noticed she was limping on her right front foot.  I want to get a farrier out here to trim her hooves but we have a ways to go before she's going to let someone touch her feet.  Today a friend of mine came over to help put a halter on her and give me lots of advice.  Gerri is a horse expert and has years of experience.  After watching her with Chy I feel so much more confident in handling her.  Here's a video of Gerri working with Chy.  She has a rope on her neck to see how she'll react to pressure.  I was so impressed with both Chy and Gerri.  I held onto Shiloh so he wouldn't keep running to his mom and distract her. It was so hot and holding him was like wearing a fur coat.



We got the halter on Chy but it's too big so today I'm going to try another one on her.  It will be interesting to see how she reacts to me taking the one off and trying to get another one on.  Susan is coming over and we're going to begin "clicker training".   A lot of people use it in training dogs.  It's a way to give positive reinforcement at the moment of correct behavior.  The second they do what you want them to, like lift a foot or let you do something to them, you click and then give a treat or praise them.  Treats work best early on.  Maybe we'll video some of it. 

Thursday, August 19, 2010

17 Turkeys left

Today I killed another turkey.  I'm through saying harvested or processed and telling it like it is.  I'm no longer enamored with my turkeys.  Yes, they can be funny and interesting to watch but they bite me too much and they still can't find their way back to the barn so I have to throw them over the fence, which isn't easy to do to a 20lb bird without getting scratched all over.  Sometimes I throw them into the fence because I can't quite get them over.  Also, they poop all over my goat barn - on my milking stool, walls of the stalls, latches, food buckets, you name it, they poop there and it's not tiny poops either.

So they have to go.  I put an ad on Craigslist today and put one 13 pounder in my freezer.  Instead of scalding and plucking this one I skinned it and cut it into pieces.  It was so much easier.  I may sound hard-hearted and it might make you feel better to know that I cried a little this time.  A friend was here while I did it and I was fine until she came out to talk to me and then I got choked up.  Once he's dead it's fine.  It's while he's dying that I find so hard.  My friend told me that when her brother did it he'd put them under a tub until they were dead.  I wonder if it was so they didn't get away or if he couldn't bear to watch.   Both times I've done this it sucked the energy out of me the rest of the day.  James said he'd help me do 2 more tomorrow.

I gave Rosie and Lex the feet and they were thrilled with them.  I hope they don't get sick.

Edit:  James says he thinks he could become a vegetarian.  As much as I hate killing animals, I still want meat.
Next year we won't be raising turkeys.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Scrabble

I love the game.  James and I used to play 3 to 5 times a week.  Last year I got the New Scrabble Dictionary for my birthday so we know little words like qi and qat, which can come in handy near the end of a game.  We haven't been playing much this summer though but we drug it out again tonight.  It was a good game for both of us.  You know how sometimes you get all vowels or all consonants, well, tonight that didn't happen to either one of us.

My first turn, INCOMES, all 7 letters, "give me 50 extra points please".  James' first turn, MANDOLIN, 7 letters play for him too.  What are the chances?  I used all my letters 3 times in one game.  I don't think I've ever done that. 

Here's James trying to find a way to beat me.  Hmmm, thinking..........thinking.
My mom and I played when she was here last week.  She asked me how often I win.  I told her James and I take turns, probably 50/50.  Tonight I was lucky and drew great letters.
We're always glad when we score over 300 points.  You don't have to guess who won since I'm the one blogging about it.  I know - what a bragger.

 Ignore Mom's score on this sheet.  That was from another game and it wasn't a final score.

I need to figure out a way I can play my friends and family online because my sister loves the game too.  If anyone knows how we can do that let me know.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Thrilling work

No animal talk today.  I wanted to sit and stare and my donkeys  but I had to do something that has been gnawing away at me for a while now.  Our windows need to be scraped, painted and old glazing removed.  I began this job last Fall but got bored with it, therefore, many of our windows didn't have the storm windows in them this winter.  I found a way to get myself back on track - hire a friend to help me.  Deloris shows up at 8 AM and gets right to work.  I force myself to scrape and caulk so windows are ready for her to prime and paint.  Tomorrow I need to go to Lowes and get some new panes to replace some cracked ones.

Even though we don't talk much while we work it's still more fun than doing it alone.  Why is that?  We have a long way to go but already I feel pretty good about our progress.  After tomorrow we'll have completed 3 windows, washed and all.   If you drive by, wave at me.  I might be able to see you through the windows now. 

I wonder when we'll ever finish this house.  I need to keep some things unfinished though, that way James will keep me around a little longer.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Shiloh

His name is Shiloh.  He's let me touch him 4 times now but each time he quickly moves away.  By late afternoon Chy was much more relaxed with people around him.

Shiloh was born sometime during the night.  I woke up this morning to find him and Chy standing by the gate.  He was clean and fluffy and she looked nothing like she had had a baby.  When I went out to meet him she put herself in between us so I couldn't get near him.  She kept her distance most of the day except for a few times when I gave her treats.  I took that time to build the beginnings of a milking stanchion.  Right now it's just a chute for her to stand in and get used to eating there.  I don't think she's been in it yet. 

I wanted so badly to watch the birth but I guess I should just be thankful it all went well and I didn't lose any sleep over it.  I was hoping to touch him then so he would be more open to socializing with humans.  I feel pretty confident  it's not going to take much work to win him over though.  Chy is already standing back and letting him choose to come near me or not.  He's very curious but cautious yet.

This video is him first thing in the morning so he couldn't be more than 6 hours old or so.  Just after I took this he bounced and fell.  I wish I had kept the video running longer.  Now he looks very sure-footed when he runs. 

PICTURES!!!!!!!!!