Chicken Butcher

We started a batch of meat chickens back in January.  Every other year, we have raised the same old cornish cross drones that are so popular in the meat world.  They grow sickeningly fast and are not hardy at all.  This year, I decided we were going to grow a heritage breed called Le Poulet.  They are a breed developed in France.  They grow more quickly than the 16 week dual purpose birds, but they finish out beautifully.

We started with 100 chicks.  However, due to mishap at the feed store where the feed was switched out on accident, I lost 60 or so in a period of a few days.  We came down to the wire with 42 birds.  Of course, I decided to do right by them and feed organic and or locally grown food because I wanted to produce the best chickens I could produce.  Of course, in the middle of the grow period the feed store increased the price of the feed by $10 per 50 pounds!!!  In the end, I certainly learned a lot, but the chickens that came out were fantastic.

Of course, in the spirit of do-it-yourself, I decided that I was going to butcher all of the chickens myself, rather than take them to the processor.  The processor is not inexpensive (and very fast), but I was already very upside-down on the chickens because of the feed increase that I opted to try to reclaim some expenses.

So, I invited a friend over to butcher the chickens she was getting and we got to work, each with a baby on our backs.  Let me tell you, butchering chickens is emotionally and physically demanding work and at the end of the day, we had 16 done!  Add this to the 5 that I did last weekend and it seems that we are making progress here on finishing up the chicken project.

In the future, we will be doing chickens, perhaps in smaller batches.  Until then, I’ll be enjoying some good eats!

One of Those Days

It’s been one of those days.  You know, one of the, fire won’t start, rabbit scratches, flooded barn, raining like mad, slip in the chicken manure, wet pants, screaming children kind of days.  And, somehow, yet I have managed to make it through.  The chores got done, the house is slowly limping along getting warmer and there is a nice big pot of soup I like to call “Leftovers from the Fridge Soup.”  We are all alive, and though we are slightly grumpy and a little wet, we’ve managed to make it through.  I like to think that I’ve taken this slump a little more graciously than at other times.

The water level in the barn creeped up another inch while I was out doing chores, but at least this time the hay is sitting on a pallet, so though it is annoying, it’s not the end of everything.

I’m told this endless winter will morph into Spring this next week with sun and temperatures in the mid 60s  oh… and no rain predicted!

Until then, I’m going to sit by the fire, do puzzles and enjoy the wonderfulness that is my offspring.

Sometimes it Takes Cookies

Sometimes, I am in the place to blog and write a lot and other times I am not.  I must admit that it has been a big struggle for me over this past winter to share my projects and my reflections here or anywhere.  So much has happened and so much has changed that in many cases, I don’t even know where I stand on certain topics.

When we moved, we left a house vacant behind us.  Despite the fact that we didn’t live there, we still had to pay the mortgage on the place, and as of this month, it is has been on the market for 10 months.  It has been a long journey, but it’s been VERY stressful.  Jared and I have had many conversations about our position on the house and what to do.  Luckily, we’ve had an offer on the house, and it looks like it will close this week!

Additionally, though we have a pretty clear understanding where our projects are headed, things don’t always go as desired, ESPECIALLY during an unexpectedly long winter.  The winter has dragged on and on and with it the problems have perpetuated.  It has been hard for me at times to accept and assimilate where things went wrong, and it’s not always to share because it often shows my own beginner oversights, not something I’m proud of.  Though I have been around farming and livestock my entire life, that doesn’t mean that I know everything or even anything, nope, not by a long shot.  Ask my sister, she gets several phone calls a day with requests for advice.

And so, today, in the height of frustration about our vacant house, a pile of laundry, dishes approaching sky high, a rabbit that abandoned her kits, a goat that got loose and screaming kids, I gave in and decided to make cookies.  The kids and I got out the ingredients, and let me tell you, it worked like magic.  Everyone seemed to get happy again, and right as I was devouring a nice warm plate with my fresh, raw milk, I got a phone call that the house was in fact going to close this week.  Perhaps the happiness that comes with just giving in and baking cookies with the kids can counteract anything bad.  Somehow, I didn’t even mind the typical blustery spring weather.  We combated the wind and rain by building a nice warm fire in the wood stove and devouring cookies.

Of course, I’m hoping that things get easier and my desire to communicate to the world at large increases.  Maybe I won’t have to carry so much on my mind.  Until then, I’ll be eating cookies and trying to enjoy the company of my two little people and my farm.

The Long Winter

We’ve started on a lot of new projects since we moved in October.  October is the time of year when the last vestiges of the warmth from the summer fades into fall.  The breezes are cool, the nights are cold, the rain starts to fall and winter is near.

I usually don’t mind the winter so much.  Snow is fun, rain is tolerable, and the grey skies usually entertain me.  I tend not to do too much complaining about what winter has to bring.  Try as I might, I have not been able to refrain this year from wondering why the bloody hell is winter dragging on so long?!?

In the past, I have been really good about posting on my blogs.  In fact, I have been continually blogging since 2004.  This winter has driven me to thought and contemplation and little about sharing.  We have been through SO much this winter.  First of all, we moved, which is a crazy thing in and of itself.  Immediately after moving, we had work to do on the house.  For the first two weeks we lived in our new house, we had contractors coming and going non stop.  The doors were left open and the dirt on the floor was plentiful.  We even made a giant mess outside because we had to dig a new well.  With all of that over, we started to realize that to keep the livestock in, we were going to need to do some work outside.  I went to work repairing the barn and we had to get some fencing put up.  It all started to come together, certainly, but it was exhausting work.

Jared and I recently watched an old Kary Grant movie called “Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House.”  It was a great movie about this couple that moves to an old farmhouse but there are SO many problems with the house.  Living in an older house definitely has it’s quirks for sure.  Jared and I have taken them all in stride, often with a laugh.  Our hot water heater doesn’t have enough water for two showers in a 3 hour period or one of them will be cold.  Many of our outlets are not grounded and are only two prong plugs.  The water pressure in the shower is somewhat like trying to take a shower in a light drizzle.  We even have a very mysterious problem where the light bulbs blow out within a months time.  We have been through about 8 boxes of bulbs since moving!  Many little things like that and learning how to heat a house with a wood stove have definitely kept us on our toes all winter.

Then, there are the problems with the livestock.  When it rains, it POURS!  No need to get into gory or sad details here, but suffice it to say, I’ve had my FAIR share of bad luck.  I could go for another 5 years with no bad luck and still have gotten more than my fair share.  Unfortunately, I think that bad luck is really just my own stupidity.  Call it learning or bad luck or what have you but it’s been downright sad around here.  We’ve lost lambs, goat kids, kits, etc.  Each time I tell myself that it is going to get better, but the problems keep persisting.  It all came to a head when I headed outside to discover one of my adult goats had dropped dead with no explanation.  She was not ill the day before, in fact, she was my fattest, happiest, healthiest goat.  I was shocked and devastated.  But, the truth is that these things happen and what is done is done and the only thing I can do is work to improve everything that I can right now to reduce any more bad luck.

Then, suddenly on Thursday, the sun was shining and it was like a MIRACLE had happened.  The farm was a completely different place.  That one sixty degree day did a lot to restore my spirit.  I got out and groomed my Angora goats and trimmed their feet.  I even got them washed down.  They had recently been shorn and they had come with a bad case of lice.  I was actually able to wash the lice away and treat them to prevent any more.  They went from looking like sorry overwintered goats covered in mud to gracious, beautiful animals that are going to give me a beautiful fleece come September!

I got to do a whole bunch of other work as well.  I cleaned all the muck out of the barn and put it in the garden that I am about to plant.  I even picked up all the loose straw and hay all over the barn floor and took it out with some rock and some scrap fleece to reduce the mud in the goat pen.  And what do you know.  Not only is the goat pen free of mud now but the green grass is actually starting to grow and they look like happy goats.  I even put another nice layer of straw down in the shed for them so they are living in luxury!

I even got to head on over to the bee hive to check out what was going on.  The bees were very busy.  We’ve got two flowering plum trees in full bloom right now and they are working away collecting nectar.  I can only imagine what the apple trees are going to give to us this year with the bees buzzing around the orchard helping them out.

Things are definitely starting to look up around here.  I was convinced that if I wanted to be a farmer that I would be slogging around in the mud and the cold and the lice.  It turns out that that is the case only half the time.  The other half of the time it’s sunny and warm and the kids run around naked blowing bubbles followed around by jumping and leaping goat kids.  Dare I say that spring as sprung?