Free The Animals!

Life is never dull, that is for sure!

They started developing the road and the properties that are adjacent to our house.  This has resulted in a lot more people coming around our property.

One morning, I went out to milk, and I was startled when three fat pigs jumped out at my in the dark!  They weren’t in their pen.  I was baffled how it happened because both the gates were closed to the pig pen and there were no holes or breaks in or under the fence.  I put them in and chalked it up to weirdness.

Two days later, the pigs were out.  Jared and I managed to get them in and then they ran out the other gate.  Somehow, the back gate to the pen was open!  Jared and I were even more baffled.  Neither of us had opened the gate.  The kids can’t reach and there is no possible way the pigs could get up and pull up the latch that opens the gate to swing out.  I tried jiggling and shaking it and there is no way the pigs could have gotten it open.

Fast forward to the end of the week, and this has happened a total of four times.

My only conclusion at this point is that someone is coming up onto our property and opening the gates to our animals and “setting them free.”

It’s an interesting prank to be sure, maybe even funny once or twice,  Pigs cause a lot of trouble when they are loose, especially when they are reaching the 200 pound mark.  They got in and ate 50 dollars worth of chicken feed, they tore up the hay, etc.

I finally broke down and came to the conclusion that I need to file a police report and I went and spent a pretty penny on padlocks for all our gates and animal pens, but come on, REALLY!?!?

Life and Death

When people come out to the farm, it looks like so much fun.  Usually the sun is shining and all the animals are at their charming best.  I love to show people around and enjoy our beautiful farm.  Lots of people have that as the idea of what farming is like.  They don’t consider having to get up before the sun and go out to milk the cow in 16 degree weather.  Or having to go out and move several tons of hay to keep it from getting wet.  Or the devastation of when the pigs get out and find something to eat that they should not.  And especially, illness or the death of an animal is the furthest thing from anyone’s mind, even if the death is a purposeful harvest.

This past week, I had a 6 month old goat kid get injured to the point that it looked like he was not going to recover.  I made the hard decision that we were going to butcher him here on the farm.  The backlash that I got from this decision was quite surprising.  Almost everyone that heard about it had a shocked reaction as though I was doing something inhumane, vile and disgusting.  It surprises me over and over again that people react in this way.

I did the correct thing.  The goat was not going to recover, we put it down and we made use of the animal.  I do no like to waste life.  To me, that is the highest form of respect that I could give to an animal that is giving it’s life for me and my family.

This just shows the lack of connection that exists between the general population and their food.  Meat comes wrapped up in nice little packages at the grocery store.  Most people don’t even know that the meat was a living breathing animal.  Nor do they realize what part of the animal what they are buying comes from, much less which animal.

I assure you that an animal killed and processed on my property is killed as humanely and with as much respect as can be given.  I can also assure you that that is not the case in the big-time packing plants.  The meat we eat comes from animals that were once living and have given their lives to nourish us.

Death is an inevitable part of life for all of us.  As livestock farmers, death visits more frequently than some of us would like, but I for one spend a great deal of time ensuring that life is not wasted.

Grocery Store Ban

January starts a new year, and since it falls in the dead of winter, it gives me an awful lot of time to think about how I can challenge myself to grow.  I make it a point every year to sit down and find a way to come up with something special and exciting that I can do to improve myself or my world.  I think it is human nature for us to like the idea of a new year being a new start, a chance to right all our wrongs and move on in a better light.

This year, I was led in an unexpected direction.  I decided that I no longer want to depend on the grocery store for my source of food.  Yes, I could just decide to “only go to the store when I absolutely need it” but that is just the kind of wording that would have me a month later saying that of course the chocolate I so desperately want qualifies as necessary.

I decided that we were going to try banning visits to the grocery store for the month of January.  This also means no bakery, no Saturday market, no eating out, no outside food provisions allowed at all, period (ok, except for the CSA from our local organic vegetable farmers).

I considered the idea impossible and crazy until I really started to look at it and think about it, and it suddenly seemed to be an interesting and exciting challenge.  The effects have been very interesting and very positive so far.

Money- Our grocery food budget is one of the largest items in our family budget.  As a family of four, there is nothing wrong with that, but what if we could find a way to eat well and reduce our food costs at the same time.

Time- I usually go to the grocery store two times a week, that’s eight times a month.  Since I’m the primary care taker for our two children, that means I would have to bring the kids with me.  We’d have to buckle and unbuckle two kids from the car, fight over who goes where in the shopping cart, explain why we are not buying candy, stop the baby from stepping on the food, etc.  All of this is gone.  The time I used to spend fighting to shop, buy and bag our food is now time I’m spending doing a fun activity with the kids.

Eating down the pantry- I make a LOT of food from scratch, which means that we have a pretty considerable dry food storage.  In many cases, we have 25-50 pounds of different grains, beans etc.  These are the raw foods that start almost every meal.  A little bit goes a long way, and as I was looking at these foods, I was realizing that we could and should eat through our current stores  so that they can be replaced with the fresh beans and grains of the upcoming year.

Our freezer was full to the brim, even overflowing at the beginning of January.  There was home-grown chicken, rabbit, beef and venison (shot on our property).  I used to try to “save” the meat for a special time and it would never get eaten.  Now, we’ve been eating down our stores so that we can fill our freezer again with the upcoming animal harvests.

I also spent a considerable amount of time canning fruits and vegetables during the fall harvest.  The truth is that we have been happily eating like kings from the stores that we have.

Some people care a lot about buying organic, locally grown ingredients for their pantries.  I’ve realized that it is just a natural part of my life.  I’d venture to say that about 90% of the foods we are eating have been harvested within a 20 mile radius of my house.  Even more so, 80% of that food was either raised or picked and processed by the kids an I.

I must also say that having a cow in milk is also very helpful.  We are rolling in milk, cream, butter, cheese, whey, etc.  There is nothing like a bit of raw dairy product to add richness to a meal.

Being creative in the kitchen- This project has led me in some interesting directions in the kitchen.  Since I am not able to bring in new provisions, this has required me to make some thing I would never consider making.  I wanted to get around to using some of the miso we had in the fridge.  I started craving miso soup, but we didn’t have any tofu.  Rather that decide to try to make something else or do without, I got out my organic soybeans and my computer and I learned how to make tofu.  You know what, I am so proud of myself for doing it too.  That’s just the kind of growing I’ve been talking about.  I will never buy tofu again.

Being thankful- The month is quickly drawing to a close, it sounds like it has been easy.  Well, there have been some drawbacks.  I ran out of coca powder on about day 2, and well, you can imagine the torture that has been.  Jared is graciously living without raisins and we’ve got no honey in the house for my tea.  I also ran out of butter at some point and had to figure out how to live without until I could get the cream together to make more.  I do have a list of provisions that we need to stock up on eventually.

I’m learning to navigate around the little bumps along the way and to do without in some cases.  During the times that I find I am really missing something, I just consider myself lucky.  We live in country where we have what we need at our fingertips, and there is assistance if we are unfortunate enough to not be able to pay.  There are so many people in this world that do no have the same access to the beautiful foods that I get to cook and experience every day, and I’m just so darned thankful, that I think I just might make it the rest of the month without coca powder.

I hope that this little experiment makes me a better chef, mother, farmer and homesteader.  I’m more determined to produce more of the food products that our family needs.  I’m also resolved to buy the products that I can’t make myself from another farmer like me who cares, who has a relationship with their plants and animals and who puts my health over making a profit.  Win-Win-WIN!

A Goat Named Dot

I’ve been around dairy goats for quite a few years now.  Somehow, I’ve always ended up with Nubians.  They have their own special (loud) personalities, but I secretly coveted the small, sweet Nigerians I saw everyone had.  This fall, I got the opportunity to get some Nigerians that I could use as a test in our dairy.  Oh boy, what an adventure.  I’ll spare you the details of them breaking out of a chain link fence and eating all the rabbit food.  We had finally gotten everything to settle out–or so we thought.
I was out one day feeding the goats and the sheep.  I turned around, and there, in front of me, was my black Nigerian doe, Luna.  She had a Huge bag (udder).  This was a surprise to me because she wasn’t supposed to kid until late January.  Well, it didn’t surprise me when 4 days later I was out in the barn and I heard the cries of a newborn goat.  I ran out to see that Miss Luna had three little doelings running around demanding to be nursed.  One was black, one was white, and one was white-caramel.
The black little goat was smaller than the others, and kept being pushed out of the way when it was time to eat.  A day later, she was getting almost nothing to eat, and she was lethargic and no longer had the will to eat.  I scooped her up and brought her into the house where Daphne and I worked to get some food into her.  Slowly, slowly with lots of breaks for sleeping in the middle, she got a tummy full of milk.  I wrapped her up in a towel, put her in a box and carefully placed the box next to the wood stove for warmth.
That’s the story of how we got a house goat.  She lived in the house with us over the next week.  She went from not being able to stand to running and leaping and jumping and challenging our dog to battles.  Daphne even managed to potty train her.  She would take her outside and let her pee, and she never once peed in our house.  In his excitement, Cyprus started to refer to her as “Dot the Goat” and so we named her Dot.
I had a visitor over looking at buying some wethers that I had, and he inquired about Dot.  He had a little girl at home that would love a bottle goat, and he asked if I would consider selling her.  She was obviously going to a good home, and because of her runtyness, I had no intention of keeping her as breeding stock.  I agreed to let her go.
When Miss Daphne found out that I had sold her goat, boy did I hear about it!  I had to spend an entire morning comforting her and convincing her that there were others in the world that needed goats, and that she would be well taken care of.  So, when the man came to get precious little Dot, Daphne marched out of the house, handed her over, and slowly, with tears in her eyes, walked back to the house, sad.
When all was said and done, I was asked to always remember Dot because Daphne would always love her!  What a lucky little goat to have so much love!  Dot has a good home now, and Daphne has taken on the task of managing Dot’s sisters, Milly and Tilly.