I had my very first Little House moment yesterday. That one brief moment when you think, didn't I see this episode? My youngest is in Pre-K. Yesterday it was snowing here, and the wind was fierce. I bundled my 4 year old up as well as myself and we headed out to wait for the bus. And as we stood there, our backs to the blowing snow, our faces wrapped in scarfs, our mittens tucked into our coats, I watched the snow blow across the road, wiping through our driveway and across the field, I thought I saw this episode. I could never walk away from this. Of course the Ingalls girls never waited on a bus, nor did they were a coat that said Harley Davidson, but, oh you guys know the blizzard episode. I think it was the scarfs that did it for me.
Onto other things. Some clarifications if you don't read comments. First, we called the bank as soon as we realized that we weren't going to be able to pay, like we thought we were. They never called us. We were trying to do the right thing. Second, because it was asked and since you are being so wonderful about this, the all or nothing price to keep the homestead after Christmas is $1537. As I type this, you have raised, $1337.00. I am flabbergasted, awwed, unable to say what I really want. The only thing that seems right, is that I am blessed. And Thank you, I am humbled.
I told my husband last night. I didn't get the response I was expecting. But than I was foolish in thinking I would get a reaction other than the one I got. He just stood there with an odd look on his face, and gave me a quick hug. It caught me off guard, but when I think about it, it does make sense. For those of you that haven't been reading very long I will tall you about my husband. He grew up living in a car in Denver Colorado. Poverty is something that he knows well. For the first time in his life he was successful. His name is well known in the motorcycle industry. And then all this happened. It is hard not to feel like you are worthy of nothing more than being poor when you grow up that way, try to get out of it doing something you love, only to find yourself right back in that car. He has been feeling like he should no longer be that good person. He feels like he keeps getting shit on (sorry for the word, but I did use it correctly). It takes him longer to see that he is being used, that's why he has me around. Recently our squatter (guess this is something else I neglected to share) bailed without paying his rent, 2 months of rent to be exact. That hurt my husband, because despite what we were told, we gave this man a chance. My husband doesn't want to give anyone else a chance. We have done it before and been burned. Ha! But we keep doing it. My point is, he is not use to people doing for him what he has done for others, neither am I for that matter. We can deal with rejection, acceptance is a whole nother matter. He wants to know what the strings are. Although he hasn't actually asked that. But this many people doing something for someone they haven't met, well it isn't normal. And you guys know that, so please don't fault him for it. I told him, it was a pay it forward situation, and told him about the deal I made. That made him feel a little better about it. He doesn't want to owe all of you, but if we can clear our debt to you, by helping out another family that we don't know when the time comes, than he accepts the help. He is a very proud man. I guess I might be on the verge of rambling here.
Thank you again. I find myself crying every time I open my emails. It is hard to wrap my thoughts around all this help. It indeed makes me humble.
oh wait, I do have to wiggle for you for a moment, before I forget. A question has been asked.
Do you wash your eggs? And how does one keep them from getting dirty in the nesting boxes?
Do not wash your eggs if you are not selling them. If you are selling them, wash well then you need to dip them in oil. The dirtiness keeps the pores of the eggs clogged so that bacteria doesn't get into them, if you wash them, you open those pores, hence oiling them afterwards. You should be able to just brush off any dirt with your fingers. Always wash your eggs before using. As for getting dirty in the nest, keep the litter clean and gather them several times a day. They will still get dirty, those things just happen.
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Easter
And we had meant to marble some eggs for dinner. It is something I have done for years to add a little flare to dinner parties. Some how we managed to make them looked tie died instead. Still tasted the same. (To marble eggs, crack the shells before dying them. Most people do this on accident. The dye is not going to hurt you if you eat it. And once the shell has been peeled off, you get and interesting pattern, most the time it will be a marble effect.)
Easter dinner isn't the traditional ham. We had Butterflied pork chops that were flame kissed. From scratch (not a box) stuffing, brussel sprouts and apple/butternut squash and walnut crumble pie.
After it was all said and done, it was time to pass out, while eating eggs.
And if you are anything like me, you have a ton of eggs to eat. I have a few tricks with deviled eggs that I plan on doing over this next week.
Hope you all had a great Easter Weekend!
Hope you all had a great Easter Weekend!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Exhausted
It is official, I am so tired. And I am not functioning too well today. The boys are on Spring Break, and I would love to sleep in.
My husband is almost done turning over the potato bed. I know I claimed a square footage of 1,200, but I was wrong. Very very wrong. Turns out that is is actually 5,000 sq ft.
The goose are now too big for the brooder, so yesterday I cleaned the nursery and they will be going out there today. I also cleaned the chicken coop. Smelled like something died in there, but I couldn't find the source. I have sent the check out for the bees, we are getting 2 hives and our good neighbor 1. Speaking of the good neighbor, we have been watching him till up 1/2 his land. He plans on growing his own feed. There is no way we can on the amount of land we have a available with the cows, but I plan on sharing my garden with them, at least growing treats for them like beets and sunflowers.
Still no new calf. But Edie is very mooooo'dy. She has no time for scratches these past few days. It's let me in the stanchion, do your thing, let me eat, and gone. Mama is relaxing a bit more, and Uma is allowing us to touch her. She was licking my husbands face yesterday. She is now comfortable enough with us that she is trying to get us to play. And even though she is a tiny thing, compatibly for a cow, she can still knock you down rather easily. Now that she can be approached, it is time to begin the halter breaking. My oldest has volunteered to do this. I will be sure to get a video of him being dragged through the fields to share we you. You can bring the popcorn. Mine won't be ready until the end of summer.
Tomorrow we are having a birthday party for my husband. I have been saving banny eggs to marble for this feast. However, the other day I walked into the house after milking and my 4 year old immediately informs me that the middle son has broken some eggs. This has happened before. I asked where the eggs were and went into the fridge to see just how many had been broken. All my egg cartons were gone. That's when a very angry mom got the 2 very scared boys to show me where the eggs had gone off to. The bathtub was covered in 72 banny and standard sized eggs, all were broken. I had to walk out of the house as t not say or do something I might later regret, I was livid. Do you know how long it takes to get that many banny eggs out of 8 hens? Now the boys have to earn their suppers by working with our food suppliers, be it garden, chickens, geese, or cows. They will learn to respect their food, that is after I made them clean the mess up themselves.
Those of you coming tomorrow, remember sides dishes, and we will see you then. Everyone else, have a great weekend. I might be able to take a nap.
My husband is almost done turning over the potato bed. I know I claimed a square footage of 1,200, but I was wrong. Very very wrong. Turns out that is is actually 5,000 sq ft.
The goose are now too big for the brooder, so yesterday I cleaned the nursery and they will be going out there today. I also cleaned the chicken coop. Smelled like something died in there, but I couldn't find the source. I have sent the check out for the bees, we are getting 2 hives and our good neighbor 1. Speaking of the good neighbor, we have been watching him till up 1/2 his land. He plans on growing his own feed. There is no way we can on the amount of land we have a available with the cows, but I plan on sharing my garden with them, at least growing treats for them like beets and sunflowers.
Still no new calf. But Edie is very mooooo'dy. She has no time for scratches these past few days. It's let me in the stanchion, do your thing, let me eat, and gone. Mama is relaxing a bit more, and Uma is allowing us to touch her. She was licking my husbands face yesterday. She is now comfortable enough with us that she is trying to get us to play. And even though she is a tiny thing, compatibly for a cow, she can still knock you down rather easily. Now that she can be approached, it is time to begin the halter breaking. My oldest has volunteered to do this. I will be sure to get a video of him being dragged through the fields to share we you. You can bring the popcorn. Mine won't be ready until the end of summer.
Tomorrow we are having a birthday party for my husband. I have been saving banny eggs to marble for this feast. However, the other day I walked into the house after milking and my 4 year old immediately informs me that the middle son has broken some eggs. This has happened before. I asked where the eggs were and went into the fridge to see just how many had been broken. All my egg cartons were gone. That's when a very angry mom got the 2 very scared boys to show me where the eggs had gone off to. The bathtub was covered in 72 banny and standard sized eggs, all were broken. I had to walk out of the house as t not say or do something I might later regret, I was livid. Do you know how long it takes to get that many banny eggs out of 8 hens? Now the boys have to earn their suppers by working with our food suppliers, be it garden, chickens, geese, or cows. They will learn to respect their food, that is after I made them clean the mess up themselves.
Those of you coming tomorrow, remember sides dishes, and we will see you then. Everyone else, have a great weekend. I might be able to take a nap.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Tools for Raising Poultry
This is Part 6 of the Tools (used on my 'stead) series. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5 can be found by clicking the links.
Currently the main livestock that we raise are Chickens. Yet we do raise or have raised, ducks, geese, and turkeys. Types of tools used can and have changed over the course of the years that we have raised poultry. We started with the chick brooder kit that can be found here, at the McMurray Hatchery. If you have the room, it is great. Unfortunately we do not have the room, and it became problematic. Next we tried a child's swimming pool
and then our master bathtub.
It worked great until the turkeys decided they could fly, we used shredded paper as litter. We stuck to the tub experiment for the next several broodings. Soon we were given a rabbit hutch, and successfully brooded our chicks in here, less mess. We are now in the process of drawing up blueprints for an outside hatchery.
Heat lamps, litter, feeders, and waters are important tools needing in brooding.
Around 6 weeks you are able to move your chicks outdoors. (we have built a seperate nursery where the adults can check up and meet with the little ones, without the chicks getting hurt)This is when a chicken coop will come in handy. You will also need proper fencing,
depending how far you want them to roam. We allow them out of their 1/2 acre enclosure when we are outside to keep 4 legged predators away.
The same needs are present, the litter to make nests, feeders (or feed them by hand, tossing the grain on the ground) and waters. Heat lamps are a good idea in the winter. Ours is set on a timer to ensure that they get the required amount of darkness, yet able to stay warm. A heated waterer or trough with a heating element in it, is a must have if you live in an area that freezes. I also feed them a mash that has been heated with hot milk. In the summer, ice cubes are placed in the water to keep it cooler.
Places to hide, nest or roost are placed in many different areas.
We tend to "repurpose" items for this. Old work benches, buckets, washtubs, are used for nests. Metal pipes, parts of old bed frames and old timber are used for roosts.
A good litter that we found is a mix of straw and shredded paper. The hens love the shredded paper to build their nests.
A good basket is important to gather large quantity of eggs, or even just a couple. More then likely while you are gathering eggs you will see something that needs to be taken care of.
More tools used, are a place to keep the feed,
hand pumped well, a hose to fill the waters, hot fencing to keep predators away, and a long stick to protect yourself from that bad attitude rooster that is dead set on killing you. A large net is useful when it comes to catching those birds that are uncooperative.
Old tires are used for the geese and ducks to build nest in, these are placed close to a pond. Ponds are important if you are breeding geese. The males can get a little excited about the project and can seriously injure the female. If you have ducks, make sure you get both males and females. The males killed our hens because of the lack of females. They would chase them into the pond and be randy with them until they drowned. We ate the ducks.
Tomorrow, Tools Needed to Butcher your Poultry.
Currently the main livestock that we raise are Chickens. Yet we do raise or have raised, ducks, geese, and turkeys. Types of tools used can and have changed over the course of the years that we have raised poultry. We started with the chick brooder kit that can be found here, at the McMurray Hatchery. If you have the room, it is great. Unfortunately we do not have the room, and it became problematic. Next we tried a child's swimming pool
and then our master bathtub.
It worked great until the turkeys decided they could fly, we used shredded paper as litter. We stuck to the tub experiment for the next several broodings. Soon we were given a rabbit hutch, and successfully brooded our chicks in here, less mess. We are now in the process of drawing up blueprints for an outside hatchery.Heat lamps, litter, feeders, and waters are important tools needing in brooding.
Around 6 weeks you are able to move your chicks outdoors. (we have built a seperate nursery where the adults can check up and meet with the little ones, without the chicks getting hurt)This is when a chicken coop will come in handy. You will also need proper fencing,
depending how far you want them to roam. We allow them out of their 1/2 acre enclosure when we are outside to keep 4 legged predators away.The same needs are present, the litter to make nests, feeders (or feed them by hand, tossing the grain on the ground) and waters. Heat lamps are a good idea in the winter. Ours is set on a timer to ensure that they get the required amount of darkness, yet able to stay warm. A heated waterer or trough with a heating element in it, is a must have if you live in an area that freezes. I also feed them a mash that has been heated with hot milk. In the summer, ice cubes are placed in the water to keep it cooler.
Places to hide, nest or roost are placed in many different areas.
We tend to "repurpose" items for this. Old work benches, buckets, washtubs, are used for nests. Metal pipes, parts of old bed frames and old timber are used for roosts.A good litter that we found is a mix of straw and shredded paper. The hens love the shredded paper to build their nests.
A good basket is important to gather large quantity of eggs, or even just a couple. More then likely while you are gathering eggs you will see something that needs to be taken care of.More tools used, are a place to keep the feed,
hand pumped well, a hose to fill the waters, hot fencing to keep predators away, and a long stick to protect yourself from that bad attitude rooster that is dead set on killing you. A large net is useful when it comes to catching those birds that are uncooperative.Old tires are used for the geese and ducks to build nest in, these are placed close to a pond. Ponds are important if you are breeding geese. The males can get a little excited about the project and can seriously injure the female. If you have ducks, make sure you get both males and females. The males killed our hens because of the lack of females. They would chase them into the pond and be randy with them until they drowned. We ate the ducks.
Tomorrow, Tools Needed to Butcher your Poultry.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
In a Single Day
Late last night my husband and I braved the horror, the danger that is a hen brooding. You would of been proud of me. I gave my husband the option of holding the top of the rabbit hutch open with one hand and grabbing the eggs with the other, or grabbing the hen. He wussed out and decided he would grab the eggs. With all the lights out and only my husband LED pen light, I grabbed the banny before she could attack. Her tail feathers spread, menacingly. She growled low, telling me to stay back, yet I pushed on, I would not allow this 1/3 of a chicken petrify me! I caught her behind her head, and was able to pull her out. Her head swiveled about like Reagan's did when she was possessed. haha! My hand stayed whole.
We went through the eggs, and all but three looked like this one.
Not fertile. 3 though looked to be on the cusp of hatching. Any day now we should have some chicks.
We also went to a cake auction for the local boyscout troop last night. The cake my oldest son made was called Don't Eat the Yellow Snow.
The other boys cracked up, and it even got the auctioneer laughing. There was only half as many people this year, and 20 boys crossed over to Boy scouts {oldest is actually still in cub scouts, he will cross over this year} This cake sold for $55US. Not bad.
And I wanted you to see one of the hens that our neighbor gave us.
I call her Mrs. Fluffybottoms.
We went through the eggs, and all but three looked like this one.
Not fertile. 3 though looked to be on the cusp of hatching. Any day now we should have some chicks.
We also went to a cake auction for the local boyscout troop last night. The cake my oldest son made was called Don't Eat the Yellow Snow.
The other boys cracked up, and it even got the auctioneer laughing. There was only half as many people this year, and 20 boys crossed over to Boy scouts {oldest is actually still in cub scouts, he will cross over this year} This cake sold for $55US. Not bad.
And I wanted you to see one of the hens that our neighbor gave us.
I call her Mrs. Fluffybottoms.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Failed this round
The eggs we were trying to hatch out, were cooked. It seems that the thermometer is not functioning properly. The heat was too high, and the yolks were cooked. We will try again in the spring.
I am also worried about my silkie. We have been removing her eggs, but she is determined to set. With or without an egg, she is not moving fro her nest. I haven't seen her out to eat or drink a thing, so I brought it to her. The feed is disappearing, but I can not confirm that she is the one eating it. Any ideas on how I should help her?
I am also worried about my silkie. We have been removing her eggs, but she is determined to set. With or without an egg, she is not moving fro her nest. I haven't seen her out to eat or drink a thing, so I brought it to her. The feed is disappearing, but I can not confirm that she is the one eating it. Any ideas on how I should help her?
Monday, September 18, 2006
Swing Season is freaking me out.
According to my schedule I should be working on my novel. Just not feeling it this morning. So I am posting what is officially my second post of the day, even if I have slept in between posting.
Preparations have begun for winterizing the homestead. The final corn harvest comes in today, one sweet potato plant must be over turned, and soon the peanuts will have to come up. I am interested in knowing why my Brussel sprouts have not produced anything. Usually by now I have harvested many of those miniature cabbages that smell so bad and turn children into stone. My tomatoes will have to deal with the weather changes, as I do not want to up root them until after the first hard freeze of winter.
I am also concerned with my layers. I found 3 banny eggs yesterday, all from the same hen. Everyone else seems to be molting and have ceased egg production. I have heard that many other homesteaders are concerned because molting has started early this year for chickens in Canada to South Texas. And this can only mean one thing. . . a very hard winter. The farmers almanac does say that it will be colder here then usual, but not that bad. My area has not had a blizzard since 1988, maybe we are due for one. Though I hope it isn't for another year at least. back in January 2005, we had an ice storm that pulled trees down onto power lines. We went without electricity for 3 days. And it was below zero at noon during that time. We hope to be off the grid by this time next year, we will at least have a fireplace then. I digress, the egg situation has caused me to buy eggs for the first time in 2 years. They do not taste the same.
We have started doing repairs to the home for winter. We will need to buy more propane soon as well. Sometime this week I will need to work on the garage, for we have motorcycles coming in for their winter work.
Funny, I posted earlier about worthless time, and now I feel a slacker type day ahead of me. But today should be an easy day. I have more ketchup to can and some hickory corn to soak {will try corn nuts again} other than that, I see plenty of playing with children time a head of me. This is just a preview of winter. No worries though, I will start some new projects very soon, and I will be right back to hurting myself and making silly mistakes. Strange, that makes me happy.
Preparations have begun for winterizing the homestead. The final corn harvest comes in today, one sweet potato plant must be over turned, and soon the peanuts will have to come up. I am interested in knowing why my Brussel sprouts have not produced anything. Usually by now I have harvested many of those miniature cabbages that smell so bad and turn children into stone. My tomatoes will have to deal with the weather changes, as I do not want to up root them until after the first hard freeze of winter.
I am also concerned with my layers. I found 3 banny eggs yesterday, all from the same hen. Everyone else seems to be molting and have ceased egg production. I have heard that many other homesteaders are concerned because molting has started early this year for chickens in Canada to South Texas. And this can only mean one thing. . . a very hard winter. The farmers almanac does say that it will be colder here then usual, but not that bad. My area has not had a blizzard since 1988, maybe we are due for one. Though I hope it isn't for another year at least. back in January 2005, we had an ice storm that pulled trees down onto power lines. We went without electricity for 3 days. And it was below zero at noon during that time. We hope to be off the grid by this time next year, we will at least have a fireplace then. I digress, the egg situation has caused me to buy eggs for the first time in 2 years. They do not taste the same.
We have started doing repairs to the home for winter. We will need to buy more propane soon as well. Sometime this week I will need to work on the garage, for we have motorcycles coming in for their winter work.
Funny, I posted earlier about worthless time, and now I feel a slacker type day ahead of me. But today should be an easy day. I have more ketchup to can and some hickory corn to soak {will try corn nuts again} other than that, I see plenty of playing with children time a head of me. This is just a preview of winter. No worries though, I will start some new projects very soon, and I will be right back to hurting myself and making silly mistakes. Strange, that makes me happy.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Tuesday Already?
Saturday prime time entertainment
feels good feels good feels good
feels good feels good feels good
neighbor’s horse scratching her belly.My 2-year-old thought it was the funniest thing ever. This Mare and her painted pony will be stabled in our barn soon. The neighbors’ house and land is up for sale. He wants us to have the horses when he leaves. Don't know if I am looking forward to that or not. The boys are thrilled.
Turkey Snalurkey {have no idea why I call him that, just do} a.k.a. Thanksgiving dinner. He is the only one of 5 that we managed to raise. I wanted to keep him as a novelty, but as I consult all the homesteading books, they say it is too expensive just to keep one as a pet. If he was female I could have sold turkey eggs to the gourmet shops to pay for his feed. But he is a tom and the only benefit is his meat. So the day before thanksgiving we will dress him out. I have mixed feelings about it. We bought him for this purpose, but I didn't realize I would like him, even if he is trying to mate with me.Remember the fact that I mistakenly bought only an egg turner and not an incubator?
Who needs an incubator? We have a heat lamp and a thermometer! 18 eggs, Mother Hen {the banny} had managed to hoard 18 different eggs from me. She was not happy when I removed them, she actually hissed at me. We have them in the master bathroom along with the brooding chicks, keeping them at 100F {37c}. Tonight I will make a candeling box and see if they are developing.
So what is you favorite way to cook your turkey? Have any bread stuffing recipes you want to share?
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Urban Homesteading; Meat and eggs
Raising your own meat and eggs is harder to do in an urban/suburban setting. There are many little regulations you have to track down and follow to the letter.
The largest city closest to where I live, allows you to have 2 hens per yards. No roosters. Hens are quieter, yet people can still get upset if they see you with chickens. Many people think that hens are just as loud as roosters, and they smell.
Eggs in the grocery store can range in price, and eggs at the farm market, roadside stand and rural farmers, can cost more. If you are looking for eggs from organic happy hens, go the route of the farm markets and such. You can buy in bulk and save them by refrigeration. Do not wash your eggs before storing them. Place them in a storage bag, mark the date, and they will keep up to two months in this manner. Make sure to rotate your eggs, using the oldest first.
Remember there are deals to be made. Talk to an egg seller about bulk pricing, or bartering. This will save you money, if you can find what they {the farmers} need.
Good luck with which ever path you choose to get your eggs from. Remember to be courteous, and respectful when dealing with the farm merchant. The customer is always right is not something that goes over well outside of big cities. This is their property, their lively hood, they will bargain, barter with the welfare of their family and livestock in mind. Keep that in your thoughts, and things will go smoother. You might just make a new friend and a new contact, and that is one of the most important things and urban homesteader can do.
Everything You Wanted to know about Eggs, and Some Facts you didn't.
The largest city closest to where I live, allows you to have 2 hens per yards. No roosters. Hens are quieter, yet people can still get upset if they see you with chickens. Many people think that hens are just as loud as roosters, and they smell.
The smell isn't too bad, as long as you clean the caged area and compost the waste. But what if you live in an apartment? There might be a way around some rules. Maybe, it depends on how you work your solution. Look into show birds. If you are allowed to have a bird or two as a pet, show chickens are your best bet. You can also get a certificate to show that your bird is indeed a pure bred show bird. If room is a problem, look into bantams, they are miniature versions of standard chickens. They are not good for meat, and it does take two bantam eggs to equal 1 standard chicken egg. It might not be worth the time and expense though. It depends on you and your preferences.
Bantam egg size vs standard egg
Bantam egg size vs standard eggEggs in the grocery store can range in price, and eggs at the farm market, roadside stand and rural farmers, can cost more. If you are looking for eggs from organic happy hens, go the route of the farm markets and such. You can buy in bulk and save them by refrigeration. Do not wash your eggs before storing them. Place them in a storage bag, mark the date, and they will keep up to two months in this manner. Make sure to rotate your eggs, using the oldest first.
Remember there are deals to be made. Talk to an egg seller about bulk pricing, or bartering. This will save you money, if you can find what they {the farmers} need.
Good luck with which ever path you choose to get your eggs from. Remember to be courteous, and respectful when dealing with the farm merchant. The customer is always right is not something that goes over well outside of big cities. This is their property, their lively hood, they will bargain, barter with the welfare of their family and livestock in mind. Keep that in your thoughts, and things will go smoother. You might just make a new friend and a new contact, and that is one of the most important things and urban homesteader can do.
Everything You Wanted to know about Eggs, and Some Facts you didn't.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Call me Slacker
I did none of the things I claimed I was going to do yesterday. There was no time. I broke out the new food dehydrator that alrescate sent me. This thing is great!
So I'm easily amused, some people would kill for that.
This one is nothing like my old one. My old one took almost all day to dry tomato slices. Every 30 minutes I would have to turn the screens to make sure it dried evenly. If I didn't, one side would burn and the other side would still be wet.
The new one dried tomato slices in 2 hours. 2 HOURS! I didn't have to turn the screens. It has settings so you decided how hot it needs to be. And it came with instructions. Instructions people!
It also came with a small screen so my herbs wouldn't fall into the motor, and this, this is the best part, it came with a insert that you can make fruit leather on!
I knew the dehydrator was coming. But see in the last 10. . . well, it's been more like 14 years, I have learned to deal without. My last dehydrator was a gift from my in-laws. Something they bought at on auction. Food dehydrators are not on our essentials list, as we can use the oven in it's stead. So this gift from alrescate was much more than I expected. I felt like was 5 years old and it was Christmas morning. My husband even giggled at me when I was enthusiastically telling him and showing him all the details. He thanks you alrescate and sends his love as well. He also agrees that we should send you our thanks, and I know the best way how.
In other news that can be filed under, you’re an idiot Phelan;
I went to the feed store and was looking at egg incubators. They had them for $40 USD a piece. One was boasting about all this extras it had. I picked the cheaper one that had an egg turner, as the other one couldn't boast of that. {It was $5 USD cheaper} I brought it home, showed my proud-to-be-my-husband. and took it out of the box. You can see where this is going. All it was, was the automatic egg turner. ~sigh~ Luckily my husband told me it was ok, and we would by the set-up in pieces, just like we do most things. Silly me.
So I'm easily amused, some people would kill for that.
This one is nothing like my old one. My old one took almost all day to dry tomato slices. Every 30 minutes I would have to turn the screens to make sure it dried evenly. If I didn't, one side would burn and the other side would still be wet.
The new one dried tomato slices in 2 hours. 2 HOURS! I didn't have to turn the screens. It has settings so you decided how hot it needs to be. And it came with instructions. Instructions people!
It also came with a small screen so my herbs wouldn't fall into the motor, and this, this is the best part, it came with a insert that you can make fruit leather on!
I knew the dehydrator was coming. But see in the last 10. . . well, it's been more like 14 years, I have learned to deal without. My last dehydrator was a gift from my in-laws. Something they bought at on auction. Food dehydrators are not on our essentials list, as we can use the oven in it's stead. So this gift from alrescate was much more than I expected. I felt like was 5 years old and it was Christmas morning. My husband even giggled at me when I was enthusiastically telling him and showing him all the details. He thanks you alrescate and sends his love as well. He also agrees that we should send you our thanks, and I know the best way how.
In other news that can be filed under, you’re an idiot Phelan;
I went to the feed store and was looking at egg incubators. They had them for $40 USD a piece. One was boasting about all this extras it had. I picked the cheaper one that had an egg turner, as the other one couldn't boast of that. {It was $5 USD cheaper} I brought it home, showed my proud-to-be-my-husband. and took it out of the box. You can see where this is going. All it was, was the automatic egg turner. ~sigh~ Luckily my husband told me it was ok, and we would by the set-up in pieces, just like we do most things. Silly me.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Eggs, potatoes and strawberries
I didn't get as much done this weekend as I would have liked. Something ate all 12 of the eggs that I was allowing the banny hen to hatch out. I didn’t find any shells, so I don't think the chickens are egg eating. We do have black snakes in the area, so I will blame it on them, or skunks, or racoons. One good thing that has come out of this, is that they are no longer laying in the barn and have gone back into the coop. I have had a hard time getting every one back in there at night. Our goats like the chicken scratch, and will bully their way into the coop, scaring off the hens. So my hens are pretty much free ranged. It never surprises me much when I find one {hen} sans head. what surprises me is the fact that a skunk would go after them, it's not winter and there is plenty of prey around. I just wish they would eat the whole bird instead of just their heads. {no, I will not post a picture of it}
I did manage to can 4 pints of baby potatoes. Rolly pollies had gotten to some of them under the lazy bed. People hate certain insects because of their potential harm, or over all creepiness. I don't mind insect, they do many things to help out in the garden and inside the home, But rolly pollies, I am starting to despise them. {yes dad, even enough to stop playing house with them}
I also made some strawberry muffins with some of my frozen strawberries. 28 muffins to be exact. What wasn't eaten last night, was frozen for later. Today I had to bake some more bread items with my veggies.
Cheryl has a recipe up for a Whipped Ricotta, that I am looking forward to making next spring. I was going to do it with my frozen ones, but decided to wait.
I did manage to can 4 pints of baby potatoes. Rolly pollies had gotten to some of them under the lazy bed. People hate certain insects because of their potential harm, or over all creepiness. I don't mind insect, they do many things to help out in the garden and inside the home, But rolly pollies, I am starting to despise them. {yes dad, even enough to stop playing house with them}
I also made some strawberry muffins with some of my frozen strawberries. 28 muffins to be exact. What wasn't eaten last night, was frozen for later. Today I had to bake some more bread items with my veggies.Cheryl has a recipe up for a Whipped Ricotta, that I am looking forward to making next spring. I was going to do it with my frozen ones, but decided to wait.
Friday, August 11, 2006
1 egg 2 egg, Brown egg Green Egg
Yesterday I found my first banny egg. It would be the smaller of the three pictured above. The one laying, is the same one that is sitting {the reason I bought bannies in the first place} She's a Red Cochin. {she reminds me of mother hen in the loony tunes programs}
It seems it might be a little hard to tell, but the egg on the far right is not white, it's a light green. I was very surprised when I found the first one. I have had nothing but brown layers. When I found the green egg, I came running out of the coop to find my husband, I thought maybe a wild bird had laid with the hens. Turns out that the hen I was calling Prairie {because she looks a lot like a prairie hen} was an Araucana. {looks nothing like the picture in the link} We have talked about getting more of these Easter egg layers, and selling them. But we have "talked" about many things.
I really do enjoy my chickens. The standard rooster I could do without. I love the fresh eggs, and the unique flavor that comes with them.
Speaking of eggs and flavor, I just had an article about Deviled Eggs published.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Chocolate layer
This is Chocolate, my favorite layer. She loved playing hide and seek with her eggs. Choosing to cross over the storage area of the barn and laying on the other side. Recently she discovered how to get out of the enclosure all together.
She was the queen of the barnyard. Nothing caused her to fear. Except for the ducks. One would hold her down while the other tried to mate with her. It was horrible, and I was glad to be rid of the ducks.
Yesterday my oldest son ran into the house to inform me that Ya-Ya {our puppy} had been chasing Chocolate. He said he scolded her and moved on. I went outside to move the garden hose and check to see if she was too traumatize. I found her at the side of the garden. The puppy had killed her. It wasn't vicious death, it was a puppy death. She played with the hen until she died, no visible injuries. I was devastated, and ran to find my husband. He didn't even glance from the tree he was water and said "Dress her." Are you serious? I sulked back to where my Chocolate laid and picked her up. She was still warm and pliable, so death had visited only a short time before. I carried her back to my husband and told him he needed to bleed her out then so I could get the water boiling.
Maybe it was my mood, but I was in no hurry to do this. But the water began to boil and I moved outside to the tree where Chocolate now hung. I hard scalded her for a count of 30 and began to dress her. Oddly enough, the job only took thirty minutes. I must be getting better at this. She is now cut up and in the freezer. I will miss that hen.
I might be the only one here that finds this fascinating. But the picture below is of the developmental process of an egg. The fully formed egg is not one of Chocolates. We had that for dinner, before all this happened. But she does have at least one more egg out there that I will find this morning.
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She was the queen of the barnyard. Nothing caused her to fear. Except for the ducks. One would hold her down while the other tried to mate with her. It was horrible, and I was glad to be rid of the ducks.Yesterday my oldest son ran into the house to inform me that Ya-Ya {our puppy} had been chasing Chocolate. He said he scolded her and moved on. I went outside to move the garden hose and check to see if she was too traumatize. I found her at the side of the garden. The puppy had killed her. It wasn't vicious death, it was a puppy death. She played with the hen until she died, no visible injuries. I was devastated, and ran to find my husband. He didn't even glance from the tree he was water and said "Dress her." Are you serious? I sulked back to where my Chocolate laid and picked her up. She was still warm and pliable, so death had visited only a short time before. I carried her back to my husband and told him he needed to bleed her out then so I could get the water boiling.
Maybe it was my mood, but I was in no hurry to do this. But the water began to boil and I moved outside to the tree where Chocolate now hung. I hard scalded her for a count of 30 and began to dress her. Oddly enough, the job only took thirty minutes. I must be getting better at this. She is now cut up and in the freezer. I will miss that hen.
I might be the only one here that finds this fascinating. But the picture below is of the developmental process of an egg. The fully formed egg is not one of Chocolates. We had that for dinner, before all this happened. But she does have at least one more egg out there that I will find this morning.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It's Wednesday. That means I am once again pushing for sponsors. On JULY 29th I will be blogging for 24 hours to raise money for Farm aid. Please think about sponsoring me. There is only 3 days left! Family farms around America are disappearing because of big companies and financial woes. Do me a favor, look in your pantry and grab a can of veggies. Then go to your local Farm Market or produce stand and buy the same veggie from them. Could you feel the price difference, can you taste it? What happens when the farmer you just bought from can no longer afford to pay back their loans.? How would you feel if a home that has been in your family for 100 years is suddenly bought out from under you by a corporation? Farm Aid helps those farmers stay on their land. Not only do family farms need your patronage, but Organizations like Farm Aid to help them when things get too dark for them to handle alone. Please Sponsor Me!
And if you are unable to sponsor me, please stop by on the 29th to cheer me on.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
zucchini bread
I managed to grow some Zucchini plants, two to be exact. I don't think I like zucchini, to be honest I don't know why I have actually never tried it. Besides the occasional zucchini bread that seems to show up on my door step every Christmas. There is something about it that is slightly off putting. But why on Earth did I decided to grow it? I had to have something grow in the clay soil in my garden.
The first time I attempted to taste zucchini bread was many summers ago. The fact that I am 28 gives you a good clue that I was rather young when I had it. It was disgustingly bitter. It left this taste in your mouth, that by simply recalling that loaf brings it back. I decided on that day that zucchini was yucky and didn't even come near the gourd until a few winters ago.
I was at a friends home, one not known for her culinary skills, and was invited there primarily to cook a grand dinner for her and her friends. It was a Christmas party were she had made all of us slackers dress up, and pretend we were actually civil. The nerve! No combat boots, riding boots, Chucks allowed. We had to have some color on us, couldn't dress in all black nor wear any flannel. She had even suggested that some of us brush our hair! That was enough to have more than just a few of us hesitate on attending. I digress, she went as far as baking some cookies and breads and had them spread out on a small table. I tasted a few things, here and there, but there was this one slice of bread that drew me back. It was delicious, surprisingly so since she was the one to bake it. When she told me what it was, that taste from the first time I had ever tried zucchini bread came flooding back, and I gaged. I forced myself to take another piece, and decided that it all depended on the cook.
It still took me years to do it myself. How could I? I had been traumatized. I am still not sure what I was thinking as I was selecting my seeds for this years crop. I'm sorry, I do know. I have a very clayed area in the garden, rather large, and I needed something to grow there. I also was thinking about winter storage. But the one thing I did not think of was what I was going to do with them once they came in.
These are the first two of the season. I simply glanced at them as they laid out on the counter, I could feel them mocking me. {Paranoid much?} I had decided on making stir-fries and freezing them, but the other vegetables for that had yet to come in. What other choice did I have but turn them into bread? At that thought I dropped to the floor and convulsed. {that would be me being dramatic again, but you can get the point that I did not want to do this. } I broke out one of my many recipe books, looking for a recipe that didn't seem to be to repulsive.
I have a tendency of only follow a recipe the first time. After that, it is a free for all, and I fix whatever problems I deemed to have occurred. Luckily for me, my father was visiting {the man that taught me everything I know on the subject of cooking} and before I made the recipe I had found, he had few suggestions on improving it. I wrote the suggestions down next to the original recipe. {My cookbooks tend to look like college texts at the end of term} I have decided to share it with you.
Zucchini nut muffins;
1 medium zucchini
2 eggs
½ cup vegetable oil
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 sp molasses
½ cup packed brown sugar
3/4 cup white sugar
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 ½ tsp cinnamon
1 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp cloves
½ tsp salt
½ tsp each of baking soda and powder
1 cup chopped walnuts
Peel off any bad spots, but leave the rest of the skin on the zucchini, shred and measure out 2 cups. Spread out on paper towel to drain. Or in my case coffee filters. I buy the 3 billion pack for $1.00US, and as I don't use paper towels, I use the coffee filters, as you can see in the picture above.
Beat together the eggs. (I use goose eggs in all my baking. One goose egg is equivalent to 2 chicken's eggs. the picture above is to demonstrate the size difference. The brown egg is a large, from one of my layers. If you are using goose eggs in anything, make sure you beat them well before adding anything else to them. They are a lot thicker than chicken eggs.} Beat into the eggs, oil, vanilla, sugar and molasses until light. In separate bowl mix together the flour cinnamon, nutmeg {Where is my cinnamon and nutmeg? Why can I not find them? I just bought some, and I know they were in my cabinet. I fall to my knees screaming at the ceiling "THE CHILDREN!" Someone had made off with my spices, so I had to make the first batch without them. Remember to double check that you have all the ingredients before baking anything. I added more cloves then called for, it didn't turn out too bad, but the cinnamon and nutmeg help a lot} cloves, salt, baking soda and baking powder. Blend the zucchini into the egg mix switching with the flour. Do not over mix it. Fold in the nuts, and then spoon into the muffin pans
Bake them at 375f for 20 minutes {check them after 15}
They turned out well. I was surprised that I didn't have to choke them down. One zucchini recipe down. Maybe now I can enjoy the gourd.
BLOGATHON 2006
A quick reminder. I will be blogging for 24 hours starting on July 29th. I am raising money for Farm Aid. Please think about sponsoring me. Donate as much or as little as you can, everything helps. After the 29th you will donate the money directly to Farm Aid, none of it will go past me. The Blogathon is the perfect time to as any questions, share your own stories with me, or just hang out and cheer me on.
Your donation in greatly appreciated!
The first time I attempted to taste zucchini bread was many summers ago. The fact that I am 28 gives you a good clue that I was rather young when I had it. It was disgustingly bitter. It left this taste in your mouth, that by simply recalling that loaf brings it back. I decided on that day that zucchini was yucky and didn't even come near the gourd until a few winters ago.
I was at a friends home, one not known for her culinary skills, and was invited there primarily to cook a grand dinner for her and her friends. It was a Christmas party were she had made all of us slackers dress up, and pretend we were actually civil. The nerve! No combat boots, riding boots, Chucks allowed. We had to have some color on us, couldn't dress in all black nor wear any flannel. She had even suggested that some of us brush our hair! That was enough to have more than just a few of us hesitate on attending. I digress, she went as far as baking some cookies and breads and had them spread out on a small table. I tasted a few things, here and there, but there was this one slice of bread that drew me back. It was delicious, surprisingly so since she was the one to bake it. When she told me what it was, that taste from the first time I had ever tried zucchini bread came flooding back, and I gaged. I forced myself to take another piece, and decided that it all depended on the cook.
It still took me years to do it myself. How could I? I had been traumatized. I am still not sure what I was thinking as I was selecting my seeds for this years crop. I'm sorry, I do know. I have a very clayed area in the garden, rather large, and I needed something to grow there. I also was thinking about winter storage. But the one thing I did not think of was what I was going to do with them once they came in.
These are the first two of the season. I simply glanced at them as they laid out on the counter, I could feel them mocking me. {Paranoid much?} I had decided on making stir-fries and freezing them, but the other vegetables for that had yet to come in. What other choice did I have but turn them into bread? At that thought I dropped to the floor and convulsed. {that would be me being dramatic again, but you can get the point that I did not want to do this. } I broke out one of my many recipe books, looking for a recipe that didn't seem to be to repulsive.
I have a tendency of only follow a recipe the first time. After that, it is a free for all, and I fix whatever problems I deemed to have occurred. Luckily for me, my father was visiting {the man that taught me everything I know on the subject of cooking} and before I made the recipe I had found, he had few suggestions on improving it. I wrote the suggestions down next to the original recipe. {My cookbooks tend to look like college texts at the end of term} I have decided to share it with you.
Zucchini nut muffins;
1 medium zucchini
2 eggs
½ cup vegetable oil
1 tsp vanilla extract
1 sp molasses
½ cup packed brown sugar
3/4 cup white sugar
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 ½ tsp cinnamon
1 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp cloves
½ tsp salt
½ tsp each of baking soda and powder
1 cup chopped walnuts
Peel off any bad spots, but leave the rest of the skin on the zucchini, shred and measure out 2 cups. Spread out on paper towel to drain. Or in my case coffee filters. I buy the 3 billion pack for $1.00US, and as I don't use paper towels, I use the coffee filters, as you can see in the picture above.
Beat together the eggs. (I use goose eggs in all my baking. One goose egg is equivalent to 2 chicken's eggs. the picture above is to demonstrate the size difference. The brown egg is a large, from one of my layers. If you are using goose eggs in anything, make sure you beat them well before adding anything else to them. They are a lot thicker than chicken eggs.} Beat into the eggs, oil, vanilla, sugar and molasses until light. In separate bowl mix together the flour cinnamon, nutmeg {Where is my cinnamon and nutmeg? Why can I not find them? I just bought some, and I know they were in my cabinet. I fall to my knees screaming at the ceiling "THE CHILDREN!" Someone had made off with my spices, so I had to make the first batch without them. Remember to double check that you have all the ingredients before baking anything. I added more cloves then called for, it didn't turn out too bad, but the cinnamon and nutmeg help a lot} cloves, salt, baking soda and baking powder. Blend the zucchini into the egg mix switching with the flour. Do not over mix it. Fold in the nuts, and then spoon into the muffin pans
Bake them at 375f for 20 minutes {check them after 15}They turned out well. I was surprised that I didn't have to choke them down. One zucchini recipe down. Maybe now I can enjoy the gourd.
BLOGATHON 2006
A quick reminder. I will be blogging for 24 hours starting on July 29th. I am raising money for Farm Aid. Please think about sponsoring me. Donate as much or as little as you can, everything helps. After the 29th you will donate the money directly to Farm Aid, none of it will go past me. The Blogathon is the perfect time to as any questions, share your own stories with me, or just hang out and cheer me on.
Your donation in greatly appreciated!
Monday, July 10, 2006
Many things
Many things have kept me busy this last week. My father is visiting, my oldest son turned nine-years-old, and my garden has exploded. I have a bushel of green beans that need to be canned, zucchini that needs to be dealt with, cabbage and carrots that need to be turned into something and stored. That's what I will be doing today. This will be the first time that I have used a pressure cooker. Please keep your fingers crossed that I will not blow something up.
An update on the left behind eggs. I went out to
the coop late one night to see if anyone was tending to them, they weren't. It's still in the mid 60'sf {15c} at night here. I tossed the eggs. We will have to look into an incubator.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Back to the egg turning.
There is a rumor that one of my wonderful readers has some eggs that she is brooding. {Don't fret, I wasn't informed of this until after I posted the last entry} I thought it might be a good time to cover some basics so that she might not make the same mistakes as I, because that is the purpose of this blog.
As I said previously, egg turning is essential to the development of eggs, it needs to be done 5 times a day. This is something that I should have checked before making the decision to allow the left behind eggs to lay. If you don't have a faithful broody bird, you must turn them yourself 1/4th the way over 5 times a day. The odd number insures that the embryo isn't lying on the same side over night.
Be gentle when turning the egg as not to shock the embryo. For chicken eggs, stop turning them after the 18th day. For other types of eggs, stop turning 3 days before it's hatch date. After the 10th day, make sure that the large end of the egg is some what higher than the smaller side.
Make sure there is adequate ventilation so that the eggs can "breath". Do not store them in an air-conditioned room {if you bring them inside} It will dry them out. And the brooding temperature needs to be 99.75F. You might also think about placing a humidifier into the room with them to help keep them from losing too much moisture.
Here's an update from me;
I attempted to candle the eggs. Once again, I failed. I need to invest in a brighter flashlight.
pictured above; the left behind eggs.
Are you turning them?
I was asked if I was turning the eggs that my brother left behind. The answer is a yes, and no {ok, kind of} I turned them once a day. But after this question I felt the need to consult one of my books. They inform me that to keep a chick from disfiguring, I should be out there turning the eggs five times a day. Of course I am far from doing that, and expect {should they hatch} there will be a few one legged, no beaked, flat on one side of the body, chicks. Maybe the pure freak show nature of the chicken will bring in some extra money if I sold them to the goth kids. {Oh, I like goth kids, I was one back in the day. That makes me laugh, maybe I should warn them that before they are thirty, they will be living in the middle of no-where playing house wife and farm hand.}
I have been playing with the the idea of candling. I have yet to be successful with it, but it is another thing that I must try, try again if I ever want to be completely self sufficient. Out to the chicken coop I go, the darkness not complete, but it shouldn't hinder the candling process, for the books say nothing about how dark one's room should be when atempting such a thing. I must say that I do this at my own peril, for my goose does not like the odd visitor so early in the mornings. She has taken up resident in the whole of the bottom nest box. It should hold 6 chickens with ease, but every morning you are sure to be greeted with the warning honks of my African Grey gander, Gander { why yes, we are an imaginative bunch when it comes to naming} Goose had managed to run off my husband, but she is a smart one, and knows better than to bite {or in this case goose} the hand that feeds her.
Have I ventured to far from the subject of egg turning?
I believe I have mentioned before that modern hens have had there setting instincts bred out of them. Which is a shame. For now the independent grower/raiser must invest money into an incubator. Maybe leaving the eggs out was almost pure fantasy on my part. I knew/know the consequences of my rash actions. But there was hope there. A flicker of flame that was ready to jump trees should I have seen one hen sitting on the clutch. But a new nest has been created, one that lays precariously close to the unattended clutch of 28 eggs. The hens have shunned that area, and will not even lay new eggs there. I think this attempt of hatching out our own eggs is a complete failure. And something in my head {it's called my husband} says there is a conspiracy between the hatcheries and the manufacturers of the egg incubator. Why allow nature to run it's course, when you can spend money to allow a machine to mother your chicks? Have we become that lazy as to rub it off onto our livestock? {I have been reading way too many homesteading magazines, and their paranoia is starting to sink in}
I have been playing with the the idea of candling. I have yet to be successful with it, but it is another thing that I must try, try again if I ever want to be completely self sufficient. Out to the chicken coop I go, the darkness not complete, but it shouldn't hinder the candling process, for the books say nothing about how dark one's room should be when atempting such a thing. I must say that I do this at my own peril, for my goose does not like the odd visitor so early in the mornings. She has taken up resident in the whole of the bottom nest box. It should hold 6 chickens with ease, but every morning you are sure to be greeted with the warning honks of my African Grey gander, Gander { why yes, we are an imaginative bunch when it comes to naming} Goose had managed to run off my husband, but she is a smart one, and knows better than to bite {or in this case goose} the hand that feeds her.
Have I ventured to far from the subject of egg turning?
I believe I have mentioned before that modern hens have had there setting instincts bred out of them. Which is a shame. For now the independent grower/raiser must invest money into an incubator. Maybe leaving the eggs out was almost pure fantasy on my part. I knew/know the consequences of my rash actions. But there was hope there. A flicker of flame that was ready to jump trees should I have seen one hen sitting on the clutch. But a new nest has been created, one that lays precariously close to the unattended clutch of 28 eggs. The hens have shunned that area, and will not even lay new eggs there. I think this attempt of hatching out our own eggs is a complete failure. And something in my head {it's called my husband} says there is a conspiracy between the hatcheries and the manufacturers of the egg incubator. Why allow nature to run it's course, when you can spend money to allow a machine to mother your chicks? Have we become that lazy as to rub it off onto our livestock? {I have been reading way too many homesteading magazines, and their paranoia is starting to sink in}
Geese corner me one day while I was in the nursery.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
gather the eggs
I apologize for not posting in awhile. We had been away camping. One thing that I have learned about being away, is to double check that whoever is taking care of the chickens, knows to gather the eggs every day. I have about 20 eggs that I have to mark and leave. Maybe we will get some chicks out of it. More then likely we will just get a bunch of rotten eggs.
hard boiled eggs
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