I love my life

I wonder if this has been a heading for a previous post.  It seems like it should have been because I feel this way a lot.  Yesterday was an especially good day though. 

After cleaning wheat (me) and weeding the garden, picking vegetables and canning (James), we were invited to go up in our neighbor's plane.  Thank you Don and Bailey.   I thought I might be nervous about it but I wasn't at all.  It was very relaxing and beautiful.  James posted some pictures on his blog http://whoisvirginia.blogspot.com/.  I used my phone so my pictures weren't as good.  Here's one of our farm.

And another from higher up.

That wasn't the end of a great day.  We quickly ate dinner then did something we hadn't done in a long time; we took an evening paddle up river.  It was just getting dark when we slipped our kayaks in the glassy river.  The weather and water were perfect.  There was no bright moon but we didn't need it.  Our neighbors had told us some folks were camping on their property that night and might be playing music so we stopped at their place hoping to hear guitars or banjos but instead a car radio was playing.  We were greeted at their rocky beach by one of the campers who invited us up to join them. 

Next we met Benny.   Benny was a friendly chatty guy and either he or the guy who we first met on the beach soon handed us an ice cold quart jar of moonshine which was very tasty and we all took turns handing it back and forth.    I told them we were expecting live music because we heard they were musicians.  Benny hollered, "hey, the lady wants to hear some music".   Minutes later a few folks were playing guitar and singing.  We didn't stay much longer because the lightening was getting closer and closer.

I don't know if it was the moonshine or just my good mood but I didn't feel at all nervous paddling back with the lightening  flashing the whole way.    As I recall I said to James something like, "it's ok if I die tonight".   That's how happy I was feeling.  We're so lucky to have the James River in our front yard and I'm so lucky to have a husband who likes to play with me. 

Now that it's a new day I'll admit I'm glad I didn't die last night :)  I'd hate to miss out on more days like yesterday. 

 

Cleaning wheat is faster this year

James planted way more wheat this year than he has in the past.  While I was excited to have so much, I kept looking at it feeling just a bit overwhelmed when I thought about harvesting it.  Today I decided to jump right in.  I was afraid it might get too dry and drop to the ground if I waited too long.  I wish I could have recorded the sound of the wheat crackling in the garden; kind of like Rice Krispies with milk on them.   I don't know what causes it to make that noise but it's pretty neat.

In past years you may remember we put the cut wheat on a tarp and used our feet to thresh it.  I checked out Youtube to see how others did it and came across a much faster way than dancing on it.  It may sound like a big job to cut the wheat heads off with scissors like we do but it really doesn't take that long.  Of course I only did 2 small gardens today and have lots left to do but I'm not feeling so overwhelmed anymore.  This is just some of what's left to harvest.

I filled a trash can half full then took the weed eater to it till most of the seed heads were broken up.

Then I ran it through my hands in front of the fan and the berries would fall back into the trash can while the chaff blew away. 

I got about 22 lbs of wheat berries from 2 small gardens.  I probably have 5 times as much left to do.

 

Blue cheese fail

The cheese recipe book said blue cheese wasn't a beginner's cheese.  I should have taken that advice.  I've been making cheese for 4 years so I thought, maybe I'm not a beginner but an advanced beginner.  The give-away that it wasn't a successful cheese was the smell.  It smelled heavily of amonia.  Moldy smell can sometimes be good but amonia is never good. 

I scraped the orange mold off thinking that might get rid of the bad smell.

I cut it in half and smelled it.

COUGH!!!! COUGH!!   If that wasn't enough to deter me.....I had to taste it.  I'm still alive to tell about it but I can tell you it was not something I'd try 2 bites of.  Ok, yes, I tasted it twice just in case.  You never can be sure, you know.  It was terrible.

Maybe it wasn't a complete fail.  There was one someone who thought it was delicious.

Will I make it again?  Maybe in 4 more years.
 

Donkey cart progress

Today was our third time to hook Willo up to the cart.  She's very patient while we fumble to get the harness on her properly.  We really need to do it more often so it's second nature.  We began by James leading her while I sat in the cart and used the reins.  She was very willing.  Next we removed the lead and she followed James along while I instructed her from behind.

When I thought she was responding well to my commands James hopped in the cart with me and she continued to move along nicely until Earl called her.  She stopped and turned around to go the other direction.


On the way back to where we started I got out of the cart and James drove.  I loved seeing this.
 

Driving is very relaxing - for us anyway.  I don't know if Willo thinks it's relaxing or even fun but when we're done she seems very proud of herself. 

Remembering fishing

This weekend my brother-in-law asked what my earliest memory was.  He and James were both able to come up with memories from very early in their lives.  I couldn't think of anything.  This doesn't mean I don't have lots of memories from my childhood.  I just don't remember when events happened and how old I was when they happened. 

I have fond memories of fishing as a child and I know most of what I'm remembering is from when I was pretty young.  My familys' vacations were usually camping in the Poconos.   I have no idea how many times we went fishing while we were there but I feel like we did a lot of it.  Maybe that's how I want to remember it because those were fun times.  I need to ask my parents how old I was when I fell in the reservoir over my head but held on to my fishing pole.

I don't know how we introduced Adam to fishing but I know he began at a young age.  He could fish for hours even when the fishing wasn't good.  I loved watching him.  Watching was almost as much fun as fishing myself; maybe even more so.  I still enjoy watching family and friends fish.  Living on the river gives us lots of opportunities to do that. 

Adam lives at the beach now and is discovering surf fishing.  I'm glad to know he's fishing again.  Sometimes he sends me pictures of fish he catches and recently described how he cooked up one of his catches.  I love it.  I also love this photo of him with a bass he caught in a pond outside his apartment.

Here are some not-so-recent pictures of other fish he caught.

These pictures make me smile.

I wish I had pictures of me fishing when I was a kid but they'd all be on slides. 

This year I'm going to fish!  It's is my summer resolution.   Would any of my friends like to join me? 




 

One of these things is not like the others

Remember this?


This song was going through my head as I looked at this picture.

I'll hum the song while you study it closely.............

There are a few reasons why the animal and human on the right are not like the others.   It's not just the long ears and furry body.  It's also the imposter riding him.  The women on the horses have been riding many many years.  I've had 4 riding lessons so far.  I'm really having a good time and my confidence has grown immensely. 

The others in the photo are my neighbors.  They were kind enough to invite me to ride with them a few days ago.  Mac was a trooper.  He didn't exert any more energy than was necessary but he was a gentleman and took good care of me.  The day before we led Mac and Willo to their property to see how they'd do away from our farm.  They were awesome on the way out and I was pleased to see Willo cross the road without hesitation.  The way back she was not well behaved at all.  She practically drug me the whole way back.  I could hardly hold on to her.  My riding instructor has given me some pointers how to work with her to correct this bad behavior going forward.  Willo and I have lots to work on but we've already made lots of progress.  I was amazed at how she behaved differently away from our house.   Learning and learning more.  All good stuff.

One day I'll post a video of me and Willo galloping into the sunset.  She will never have short ears and I will never be a professional rider but we might feel like we belong.

You're still humming that song, aren't you?

A little drama from a piggy's mama

And I don't mean Roxie.  I mean me.  I tell ya, breeding animals can make me a bit crazy at times.  I really thought I was getting better at waiting for babies to arrive but I'm not. 

For the past 3 days Roxie has been needy, following me around very closely and a little too affectionate for my liking.  She's always covered in mud these days so cuddling is messy.  Goats often become more affectionate when their due date nears so I thought maybe Roxie was indeed pregnant.  I never saw her be bred so I didn't have any idea if she was pregnant or not so of course I have no due date.  I don't let this happen with my goats. 

Yesterday when I took her her breakfast she refused to eat.  That's when flags went up.  I knew she was off her game.  She also couldn't walk on one of her rear legs.  My guess was a baby may be sitting on or pinching a nerve.  I was pregnant once - I remember something about this kind of thing but it was oh so long ago I wonder if I'm making things up. 

I spent most of my day getting her area cut and fenced and clean hay put in her house so if she was nearing delivery she'd have a safe area for her babies.  Roxie loved all the attention.  She chatted away to me most of the time unless she was miserable acting like she "might" be in labor.  She had a bit of white sticky discharge.  Sometimes goats have this long before they kid but I had myself convinced it was a sign of labor.  I laid in her house with her because most of her mud was dried and she seemed to want my company.  I wouldn't have done this last year but she and I are much better buds this year and we trust each other a whole lot more.

It rained a little and we listened to the rain on the roof and she eventually fell asleep.  Later that evening I fell asleep sitting with her.   When I knew she wasn't having babies anytime soon I came in the house and Googled signs of labor in a pig.  I found this excellent website http://sugarmtnfarm.com/2011/08/28/pregnancy-indicator/ which told me how to tell if my pig was pregnant.  As it turns out, a pig has a pregnancy indicator.  Yes, kind of like the little thing that pops out of your turkey (a store-bought turkey - not one of mine) when it's done.  It's supposed to be a sure sign a sow is pregnant.  I wish she had a thing that popped out the day she was due.  Here's how to tell.  Look at this picture.

See that little pointy thing under her tail?  That's the clitoral hood.  I'm allowed to post these kinds of things about animals without getting in trouble.  See how it's pointing up?  That means she's pregnant. That's the pregnancy indicator.  If it was pointing down or even sticking straight out you'd know she's not pregnant.  Well, Roxie's is pointing up, pink and swollen so I feel 90% certain she's pregnant.  Ok, maybe 50% certain.  Her teats are not full of milk but they have begun to change and look much like the above picture. 

I checked on her around 11 PM last night and decided nothing was going to happen soon so I went to bed, fully expecting babies in the morning (even though she wasn't full of milk).  Now that time has passed and I'm using my more non-emotional brain, I wonder why I thought that.  I went out early to check on her and of course there were no babies and she was in her mud pit.  I tried to make her get out but she was very lethargic and couldn't get out of the mud no matter how much I tried convincing her.  I called James, who is out of town to be with his mom who just had surgery.  As if he could help me, I drug him down with my drama.  Eventually she got out of the pit, I hosed her down, she looked at her shed and then walked straight to her pond (different from her mud pit).  I decided she knew best and there was nothing more I could do.........except give her goat milk.  Yeah, that'll fix her.  She hadn't eaten in a day and a half so I was elated to see her enthusiastically guzzle the milk.  It's crazy how I go from depressed (ok, maybe not depressed but in a funk) to elated over something so simple as a pig drinking milk.  She also ate a few handfuls of corn. 

I've checked my notes on my calendar and it seems like she can't possibly be due till this Friday at the earliest.  At least I don't think so.  I'm going to make her a sandwich tonight to be sure she's getting more to eat than just the mud I've seen her sucking on. Her leg seems worse but I don't know what else to do about that.  I don't know why but I'm feeling much better about everything this afternoon. 

To be continued........

My first successful cured meat

Who doesn't like bacon?  Our freezer is packed full of pork; at least 250 lbs of it.  Instead of having the butcher slice the pork belly and sides we decided to try curing it and make bacon.  As you may remember, my duck and goat prosciuttos were a bit disappointing so I was a bit nervous about attempting this since it involved at least 12 to 15 lbs of meat. 

I got out my trusty book, Charcuterie, The Craft of Salting, Smoking, and Curing, by Michael Ruhlman & Brian Polcyn, given to me by some good friends.  I think I owe them some bacon.    I followed the instructions pretty closely but it gives you some leeway on spices you may want to add.  I won't go into detail but what it entailed was heavily salting the meat and adding brown sugar or maple syrup and other spices and sealing it up in a bag and refrigerating it for a week, turning it every other day.  After it felt firm I rinsed it off and took a deep breath.  So far it looked pretty good.
 At this point I could have put it in a 200 degree oven for 2 hours, slice it and call it done but I wanted to go all the way and smoke it too.

James split some apple wood for me and I started a small fire in the pizza oven.   After it had cooked down a ways the oven temperature varied from floor to wall to ceiling so I had no idea if it was too hot or not.  I took a chance and put the pork in the oven on racks and closed the oven up tight so the chimney was closed off and the smoke stayed in the dome. 

The meat needed to reach an internal temperature of 150 degrees.  That took about 2 1/2 hours.  Every now and then I'd open the chimney a little bit to produce some more smoke.

When I announced it done I sliced some of it.  It was a lot of work since we don't have a meat slicer.  I did about half and put the rest in the freezer to firm up a bit, hoping to make it a little easier to slice.

It's definitely sliced thicker than what you'd get at the grocery store but I had much more satisfaction eating our own bacon for dinner last night knowing we raised and prepared it ourselves.  It's quite tasty and definitely has a smokey flavor.  Yay, finally a success!

Our lawn mower has been in the shop for 2 weeks and our grass is shin high.  As I type this my wonderful neighbor is out cutting it for me.  I owe him.  Maybe I'll pay him in bacon.

On a sad note, something got our ducks last night.   We really liked these two so it's very disappointing. 





Memorial Day music (?) and a little madness

Seven great friends from NC came to visit this past weekend.   Every time we're together there's lots of laughter and music.   What a great 2 days.  I wish they could have stayed longer.    I just happened to catch some of it on video.  You might notice every video has the same leading lady. 


Wait, there's more.


It's very quiet here today.

Donkey dentist

I learned lots about my donkeys' mouths yesterday.  Did you know there was such a thing as an equine dentist?  I guess I never thought about it until a vet suggested I call one to take a look to see what's going on in Mac's mouth.  He's had a snotty nose for months and we suspected an infected tooth.  It appeared not to be that but he did have a deep hole in his upper gum that collects "stuff" and goes way up into his sinuses.  Maybe that's what's causing an infection and exrays were recommended.  I was really hoping it was a tooth that could be pulled and it would all be over.  Mac and Jaz both needed their teeth floated.  I had no idea what that meant either until yesterday.  Donkeys' teeth move side to side when they chew, not up and down.  If their teeth grow longer on the outsides they won't slide back and forth properly and their bite is, what the vet called, locked.  They showed me how to check for proper bites.  The equipment they used was fascinating too.  The donkeys were sedated before any of this was done. 

They used a regular garden sprayer to wash out his mouth.

At one point I was asked to hold Mac's gigantic tongue.  I wish I had a picture of my fistful of tongue.  I have to admit I kind of enjoy visits from large animal vets.  They teach me so much.  Not only did I learn a lot yesterday but the vet and her assistant were hilarious and I could have hung out with them for hours.   Here are some pictures of horses' teeth.  The long tooth in the center belonged to a young horse and the short one to the right of it belonged to a much older horse.  The tooth grows out from the gum and keeps getting shorter and shorter.  It's hard to believe that long tooth could be way up in the gum. 

Mac and Jaz were both troopers and behaved beautifully.

Our 12 year old boxer, Lex, also had dental work this week.  He had 3 teeth extracted and now his breath no longer announces his entry to a room.  Unfortunately his right rear leg seems to be bothering him worse after his visit to the vet.  I wonder if they hurt him while moving him around during his teeth cleaning procedure.  He's on pain medication and I hope we see some improvement over the next few days.

I might get hooked on donkey driving

I've ridden Willo twice now and it's gone ok.  I do like sitting on her back.  She and I both need some more time in the saddle.  We'll get there though.  Yesterday I had my first horseback riding lesson.  Yes, a horse, one of those shorter eared equines.  Can you believe that?  The horse I rode, Stretch (a quarter horse), was very sweet, patient, slow and smooth, which is just what I need at this time.  Even though he was very smooth my legs are feeling it today. 

What I've really been itching to do though is hook Willo up to the cart and that's what we did tonight.  When she saw the cart she quickly approached  and checked it out.  She'd never seen our cart before so I wondered how she'd react to it.  She was totally unconcerned and willingly followed us to a pasture where I had cut a circle in the grass to drive in.  I thought it would be a safe place with few distractions.  She was very patient while we bumbled with the harness, "I wonder where this goes.  This looks like it might go here."  Eventually we got her hooked to the cart and after a little pause she walked while I led her. 

She seemed comfortable with that so James hopped in and took a ride.

After one loop I was going to take a ride but a thunder storm was moving in so we quickly packed up.  I was so pleased with and proud of Willo.  I can't wait to sit in the cart and actually drive her.  It'll happen.

Our livestock guardian dog

Keri is a treat.  Yes, she's still very hyper when guests come to visit, but I just love her.  She stays with the goats fulltime now and I think she's happy there.  Even though she could very easily jump over the electro netting, which isn't even hot, she never leaves.  Today she had a job to do as protector-of-the-farm.

I heard lots of barking and looked out the window.  I knew immediately by her posture what she was barking at.  She did the same thing last year.


She may look brave but I could tell the snake made her nervous.  If there was a bug or moth at her feet she would jump like she thought she was surrounded by snakes.  Watch the goats in the background.  They take Keri's bark very seriously.  Often when they're out in the pasture Luti stays very close to Keri.  Some of the other goats get nervous when Keri bounces near them but not Luti.  There's a bond there I haven't figured out yet.  Maybe they pass messages I can't read.

Much to Keri's chagrin, or maybe pleasure (I'm not sure which), the snake hung around for a few hours.  I've never seen a snake do that.  I think it was playing with her.

Don't mess with Keri's goats or humans.

Newspaper pots

Now that we have a greenhouse James starts lots more things from seed.  He goes through hundreds of plastic pots.  Two years ago he blogged about his little pot maker that makes 2 inch newspaper pots. http://whoisvirginia.blogspot.com/2011/04/pot-maker.html
When he said he ran out of 4 and 5 inch pots this year I decided to copy this newspaper pot idea and make some for him.  All I needed was a tin can, scissors, newspaper and a bucket of water.

4 layers of newspaper seemed to work best for me.  It wasn't too bulky and it was sturdy enough to hold its shape.

I made 40 of them and I think he's already used at least half of them.

 

James' feathered helpers

Two Khaki Campbell ducks arrived last week and they seem much friendlier than previous duck we've had.  Here they are helping James today.

I think one's a girl and one's a boy.  These are not meat ducks, they're egg layers.  I've read they lay more than 300 eggs a year.  I hope predators leave these ducks alone and one day we can have baby ducks again.  I'm tempted to name them but afraid something will surely get them if I do.

Willo's back and I'm donkey riding

Willo returned from the trainer in NC yesterday.  She'd been gone almost 6 months. I'm really excited to have her back and see what she can do.  I was afraid today might be too soon to take her out for a few loops around the field since she's still settling in but I decided to saddle her up anyway.  This morning I saw she was in heat and I went back and forth about wether this was a good idea or not.  Sometimes she's feistier during "that time of the month". 

She stood nicely while I put the saddle and bridle on.  It went downhill after that.  I tried to lead her to the picnic table where I like to get on her.  She wanted nothing of that.  We kept walking in circles while I tried to get her where I wanted her.  Any time I tried to mount she'd start to walk off.  She didn't even do that before she went to the trainer.  I was firm with her.  I've decided I need to stand my ground and be the boss now.  That's something I've never been very good at in the past.  Somehow she understood that I meant business and finally stood still while I got on.  Then she stood there.  Not a step would she take.  It reminded me of many days in the past where I would beg her to walk but she wouldn't budge.  To be honest, I can't even remember what I did to get her to start walking but she did.  From there on out she was great.  I think she was just testing me. 

A few times Earl would holler for her and she'd holler back.  If you've never felt  "heehaw" under you, you should.  It's very cool.  The only scare I had was when the pigs began chasing us along the fenceline.  It didn't bother her with just Roxie following us but when Calvin joined in and they started running so did Willo.  I'm not a good rider so this made me nervous and I tried stopping her.  She slowed to a trot, which hurt, and finally stopped and stared at the pigs.  I assured her they were ok and she was just fine.  We continued on the the pigs walked slowly beside us. 

After the first loop around I thought she'd walk to the gate and want to quit.  She didn't.  She continued on.  I called James from her back and said, "I'm riding my donkey".   I'm sure I had a smile on my face.  After a few treats of special grasses I returned her to the others where Earl promptly mounted her.  Nice, Earl. 

I want to ride her regularly and build a bond before I even think about hooking her up to a cart to drive. 

I hope someday soon James and I can take Willo and Mac on a trail ride.

Would you like my animal, cont'd

I have no idea what to expect tomorrow after yesterday's drop off and today's knock at the door. 

Knock knock. 
Who's there?
I hear you take ducks.

I'm not kidding, that's what he said, "I hear you take ducks". 
Who did he hear that from, I wonder?  It was a nice young man who went to school with Adam but I had never met.  This is also a common occurance - people showing up at our door saying they know our son.  Adam knows way more people than we do. 

Someone had given his daughter 2 little ducklings for Easter and now they can't keep them because they're getting big and it's against the law to keep them in his neighborhood. 

I have no idea what kind of ducks will arrive on our doorstep this weekend but I guess he was right.   We take ducks. 

 

Hey, you have a farm. Would you like my animal?

We get this now and then.  "Can you take this animal?  She needs a home."

In one week I was asked to give a home to a goat, 4 dogs, 1 horse and a kitten.  I said no to all.  Tonight a friend was here to pick up some fertile eggs to put under her broody hen.  As we visited, a truck I didn't recognize drove up our driveway.  This is a common occurance.  Usually it's someone asking if they can fish from our property or someone telling me one of my animals has escaped.   Not this guy.  He had a rooster who was being abused by his duck and was also making too much noise at his house.  "He's a very docile rooster", he said.  What did I say?   "Of course, bring him by tonight and I'll put him in the coop with the others and they'll all wake up together".   What's another chicken, right? 

Things change here daily.  My buck, Cooper, is now sleeping with my donkeys, Chy and Wilson.  The majority of the chickens are living in the field with the pigs.   Once our kayaks are moved to the field under the boat deck, some of the rabbits will be moved into the shed the kayaks vacated.  Very soon my male goat kids need to be separated from the girls.  One of the boys has discovered his buck-y-ness and is terrorizing the girls.   Our 2 male pigs will have moved on and we'll only have Roxie.  Willo, our mammoth jenny will return this week from training in NC. 

Ever-changing.  That is a farm. 





 

My kids

When Adam was still living at home we had "kids" popping in and out of our house all the time.  Some of his buddies still stop by and visit.  I like it.  Today one of Adam's best friends, Manley, stopped by to pick up some of Adam's things and say goodbye to us.  He's going to be working with Adam in the Outer Banks.  We've known Manley for at least 10 years.  I can't even guess how many nights he's slept in our house, how many times he's irritated me like a son, how many times he's made me laugh or feel appreciated.  I found it a bit sad when he drove out our driveway this afternoon; it was kind of like another part of Adam leaving.   We even lectured him, "wear your seatbelt; put those bolts here, not in your pocket; drive safely;  have fun, etc.  Tomorrow Adam's girlfriend, Melissa,  and a friend of hers are coming to visit.  Melissa graduates in a few weeks and then will be off to the OBX too; another one gone.  Maybe I'm just feeling emotional today.  It's not like they've moved to another country.  They're only 6 hours away.  Still, I feel like we're starting a new chapter.  I love that we've raised an independent son who supports himself but at the same time I miss the banter, the noise, the company, the liveliness. 

It's good  I still have these kids to entertain me.



Chickens aren't quite as good company as the other animals but they're still fun to watch and they run to see me so they do make me feel appreciated,  though I'm sure they're just hoping I brought them food.

Even though I know these guys are glad to see me, looking at their faces you'd never know it.

The pigs are always fun to watch and they almost always have something to say.


 If you've never seen rabbits breed before you may find this amusing.  It cracks me up to see him fall over.


Of all the animals on the farm, this one entertains me the most.  See how I keep him in a fence too?

This is the garden the pigs were in.  He still had to do some tilling after they were out.  He's planting corn, mangel beets, grains, squashes and who knows what else in this garden; hopefully lots of animal food.

I'll miss having young people around but I don't imagine I'll ever be lonely or bored.  We're planning a trip to the Outer Banks this summer so we'll get to see the human kids then.

Intolerance

Warning:  This is a political post.

Today I read something on Facebook that made my blood boil.  Yeah, really.  This is what it said:

HERE IS ALL I WANT:

OBAMA:  GONE!

BORDERS:  CLOSED!

LANGUAGE:  ENGLISH!

CULTURE:  US CONSTITUTION AND BILL OF RIGHTS!

DRUG FREE:  MANDATORY DRUG SCREENING BEFORE WELFARE!

NO FREEBIES TO: NON-CITIZENS!

And on and on....................You get it.  I hate cut and dry statements like these. No one is 100% like you..  You don't know what others have been through, what their history is.  They may not have the privileges you've had.

I thought we, as Americans, took pride in the fact that America is a melting pot and we stood by liberty and justice for ALL!  Yes, ALL!  

Our ancestors came from all over.   We're all immigrants to some extent, if in fact we accept our heritage.  What if the borders were closed when our ancestors came to America?

We don't all need to think the same, speak the same, look the same, eat the same.  Don't you feel proud of that?  Aren't you proud that our country can claim that we're accepting of black and white, conservative and liberal, multilingual,  religious and agnostic, bluegrass and classical, gay and straight, rich and poor, cat and dog???????????????????

Keep in mind, hate and intolerance is never becoming.  That's all I'm going to say.


 

Decorating the chicken coop

The mobile chicken coop is almost finished.  I spent most of yesterday trying to make it comfortable for my feathered friends, installing perches and nesting boxes.  I had to shoo them out so I could work without them freaking out every time I moved here or there. 

First job was to install perches.   They have lots of choices - different heights, different sized branches for different sized feet.

Notice how it's hinged at the top.  This is so I can raise the roosts so I can clean under them or I can use the shelter for other animals in the future.  Already, mama rabbit and babies have called this home for about a month.  That's the thing about a farm - shelters serve different purposes at different times.   

I don't know if they'll use their nesting boxes for laying eggs or just sitting  atop.  I thought it was cool to used hollowed out logs but I'm not sure if they're big enough or not.  I also put a cat carrier in there in case they won't use the log nesting boxes.  Last night when I put them to bed the cat carrier was a popluar hang out.

Only 2 chickens sat on perches.  I wonder if more will explore them tonight.

I think this rooster is pretty cool looking.  He was one of the first to inspect my work.  When it gets dark tonight we'll be gathering the adult chickens and putting them in with the teenagers and they will be moved to the field tomorrow.  I hope this works. 

I'd like more of these.  It would be a great little goat shelter for the field or a milking room.
 

Home grown cream of wheat

I have no idea why I didn't think of this sooner.   We eat lots of cream of wheat and James grows lots of wheat, so why was I buying it at the store?  I'm a slow learner, that's why.

We have at least 3 garden beds this size planted with wheat.  We use the wheat berries to make bread and wheat berry salad and I feed some of it in the grass form to the rabbits but it never crossed my mind to make it into cereal - until yesterday.

There was nothing to it.  I got out my L'EQUIP Nutrimill grain mill, set it on what I thought was the coarsest setting (I learned later it wasn't as coarse as I could have made it) and ground up some wheat berries left from a previous year.  I cooked it just like I would the store-bought brand.  It was delicious, just smoother than what I buy at the store.  Tomorrow I'm going to make it a little grittier. 

This is one more thing I can scratch off my grocery list.  James doesn't grow oats yet but I think he's going to this year and it would be cool to try this with oats too, and barley and ...........

Year of the girls

We've had 11 kids born in the past 6 weeks.  Only 3 of them were boys.  Yay for girls!  Boys are harder to sell and the ones we don't sell become dinner eventually so we always hope for girls. 

Today Tila and Respa (mother and daughter) each gave me a set of twin doelings within an hour of each other.  I checked and double checked to be sure I wasn't seeing things when I turned the kids over to check out body parts.  This little girl is going to look just like her mom.

 This next little girl I think is striking.

Tila was a pro.  This was her second kidding and she knew exactly what to do.  The kids are nursing nicely and she seems very content.

 
Respa had no idea what was happening to her.  She was outdoors and walked around for quite awhile with one little foot sticking out of her.  She laid by a kayak while Luti's kids tried to climb on her.  The donkeys knew something special was going on and stood nearby to watch.

She had both kids while walking and me following behind trying to keep them from falling on filthy ground.  I wasn't successful but all are ok.

I moved the kids to the barn and put them in a clean stall and had to drag Respa by the collar to show her they belonged to her.  She wasn't at all interested at first and I'm sure she wondered why I locked her in a stall with these kids.  They were quick to get up and try nursing.  Surprisingly she let them right away.  She doesn't have much milk yet and I'm hoping tomorrow she'll have more.  I've never had a doe be so slow coming in to milk.  The kids seem satisfied though.  Tila's udder looks beautiful.  Respa figured it all out and is now talking to her kids and hovering like all the other moms.  I told her how proud I am of her.  She has been my baby for a year and it's hard to believe she's a mom.  After she had the kids she kept wanting to lick me and not the kids.  These little girls don't have names yet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ys9eN8L8FsM

Here's a video with shots of all the families. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfSTbcG8nn4&feature=youtu.be