My friend, Karen, has a fabulous voice and has had a modicum of success in the music industry in Austin, a feat few, apparently, are ever able to achieve.
But here's the deal: She's going to be moving to the country (Virginia) and doing many of the things we do, possibly. But she'll have family around to teach her things we only pick up through the internet, a way that's pretty void of real character. I envy her, envy the generational passing of information that seems suddenly so important in this old world.
But this life is hard - having a full-time job and attempting to start a manufacturing kitchen (didn't I tell you?) and still having so many projects on the burners - front and back, that it seems impossible to think that we could ever accomplish them all. But we must. And we will. But not today.
I can tell you there's not a muscle in my body that isn't sore most of the time, there isn't an animal I haven't cursed for some reason or the other such as eating the wrong species' foods or getting into the front yard when it's not allowed - and there isn't a patch of ground that we haven't explored, thought about or developed on this piece of land. It's hard and it's fabulous. I don't think I'd ever want to go back to the white noise of the city, to listen to the cars outside my front door or the neighbors yelling at their kids. Traffic here consists of riding herd on the goats to get to the barn door. The neighbors are the mockingbirds, the caracaras, the bluebirds that inhabit one of our bird houses, the cardinals always chatting that there's never enough seed left out for them... and the white noise is that of total peace - at least peace as far as having 100 or so animals can be peaceful.
And I can walk around nude and nobody knows but me or Mike. I can rant at the goats for some infraction of rules they don't understand... I mean REALLY scream at them... and no one can hear me - except the goats and the dogs, cats, etc... and they just look at me like I'm insane.
People worry about whether I should get out more or do more social things with friends, but I can't wait to get home from work, to fuss with the geese, goats, guineas, chickens, peafowl, cats, dogs and the rest of the creatures here. And I HATE leaving this place, even to go shopping or do what I must to make a living. It's very difficult to get up and go to work, much less leave this farm for something like social intercourse.
No, dialogs with geese are not as informative as dialogs with those who've watched great movies, have opinions and supposedly a wider world view, or eat out at places I've never heard of. But with the geese, they talk back, tell me that they don't care how I dress or what I say -- as long as I let them get into the pond or let them eat the grass. They intrigue me in ways humans just can't anymore. This is home to them, and we are their keepers. They talk amongst themselves. We just listen.
Enough said.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
two or 28 chickens in every pot
Ah, nothing like chicken slaughtering time to start off the weekend! We had 39 of the 40 chickens we purchased from Callahans.. chickens that we should never have purchased. The woman who would normally sell us chickens was having surgery and this new person innocently asked if we wanted white, red or black Cornish Crosses this time. We chose red. What the heck.. If it's the same quality as the white ones (bred at Texas A&M, I think), then great! Bring them on.
Except that these red hens (crossed with something like an aurecana, certainly not pure anything or cornish crossed with anything else..) are lively, they are sentient creatures, unlike the white ones that basically eat, shit, piss, sleep and eat some more. The white ones that we normally get are barely able to move and are bred to be eaten. The red ones, however, are tough, chewy and not very tasty at all. So we've wasted a whole year's crop, chicken that we love to smoke. This breed will be okay with stews and anything else that tenderizes them beyond recognition, but it's disappointing to not smoke our own chickens this coming year.
This is the second time Callahan's has done us wrong, though. The first time was when they sold us barred rock chickens that were actually half leghorn.. the eggs are white, not brown. The only difference in how the birds look is that a white spot appears on the chicken's ear, marking them from our regular, plump barred rocks. Lesson learned. No more Callahans for this. They get their stock from Ideal Poultry in Texas.
Anyway, so we've put off actually doing the deed to these birds until this past weekend. The biggest saving grace, I'd say, is the new Whiz Bang Chicken Plucker that Mike made from plans he found online. He's pretty handy that way.. coming up with contraptions that make things easier for us. The chicken plucker takes about twenty seconds to de-feather two chickens. This has always been the rudest part of trying to get the processing right for us. Now it's a breeze.
So I caught the red hens and roosters from the chicken coop area... uh, the roosters I caught first because they've begun to crow (something no decent white cornish cross would do.. ever) and if you've ever heard 11 roosters in the morning, even on a farm, you'd feel like doing harm to them, particularly if you're trying to sleep past 5:30 in the morning. On Sunday, the rest of the red hens, after we'd done most of them, disappeared, hiding in the woods behind the barn. I was using a fishing net to capture them two at a time, but some of them flew over the wire that is on top of the fence that surrounds the outside chicken coop, which is a huge space for the amount of birds we have. One of the birds died and we think it had a heart attack. Maybe it saw what we were doing to its mates in the back yard. Hmmm..
It took two days to finish off the birds. I caught them, wrung their necks (Mike helped with the ringing part). Then we let them hang and bleed for a little while. Not much blood in a chicken. Then Mike eviscerated them, removing the bowels, the anus and the lungs (with the gizzards, the fat, etc.) To me, he had the hard part. I was trying to help by chopping off the heads and cutting off the bony calves and feet, along with the necks... The feet and necks were placed in one container of ice so that I could make stock with them... which I did, both days. We wound up with 18 quarts of really thick, wonderful chicken stock.
Then, after letting the chickens rest for a day or so, I took them out of the ice chests and vacuum-sucked them with a Foodsaver device. On Sunday morning, the Foodsaver device worked and then just STOPPED. Luckily Mike was able to fix it and now it runs much better. Usually, appliances that go south just stay south and we have to buy new ones. Not this time.
I collected the gizzards and the livers and, on Sunday, the fat from the chickens and bagged them all separately. The gizzards will be ground up and given to the dogs and cats, the livers made into a pate' and the fat will be used for something tasty down the road.
Oh, yes... and Mike smoked a shoulder roast on Sunday, as well. It was a busy weekend and I'm sore and tired.
The geese are doing great.. and now have their own sleepy-time area in the yard. We put them into this overnight, so that the raccoons and possums don't get them, then let them out to eat grass in the mornings. We are still feeding them chick feed pellets, but they seem to roam around and get what they need from the area. Trying to keep them out of the stock tank for the goats is another matter, however.
Except that these red hens (crossed with something like an aurecana, certainly not pure anything or cornish crossed with anything else..) are lively, they are sentient creatures, unlike the white ones that basically eat, shit, piss, sleep and eat some more. The white ones that we normally get are barely able to move and are bred to be eaten. The red ones, however, are tough, chewy and not very tasty at all. So we've wasted a whole year's crop, chicken that we love to smoke. This breed will be okay with stews and anything else that tenderizes them beyond recognition, but it's disappointing to not smoke our own chickens this coming year.
This is the second time Callahan's has done us wrong, though. The first time was when they sold us barred rock chickens that were actually half leghorn.. the eggs are white, not brown. The only difference in how the birds look is that a white spot appears on the chicken's ear, marking them from our regular, plump barred rocks. Lesson learned. No more Callahans for this. They get their stock from Ideal Poultry in Texas.
Anyway, so we've put off actually doing the deed to these birds until this past weekend. The biggest saving grace, I'd say, is the new Whiz Bang Chicken Plucker that Mike made from plans he found online. He's pretty handy that way.. coming up with contraptions that make things easier for us. The chicken plucker takes about twenty seconds to de-feather two chickens. This has always been the rudest part of trying to get the processing right for us. Now it's a breeze.
So I caught the red hens and roosters from the chicken coop area... uh, the roosters I caught first because they've begun to crow (something no decent white cornish cross would do.. ever) and if you've ever heard 11 roosters in the morning, even on a farm, you'd feel like doing harm to them, particularly if you're trying to sleep past 5:30 in the morning. On Sunday, the rest of the red hens, after we'd done most of them, disappeared, hiding in the woods behind the barn. I was using a fishing net to capture them two at a time, but some of them flew over the wire that is on top of the fence that surrounds the outside chicken coop, which is a huge space for the amount of birds we have. One of the birds died and we think it had a heart attack. Maybe it saw what we were doing to its mates in the back yard. Hmmm..
It took two days to finish off the birds. I caught them, wrung their necks (Mike helped with the ringing part). Then we let them hang and bleed for a little while. Not much blood in a chicken. Then Mike eviscerated them, removing the bowels, the anus and the lungs (with the gizzards, the fat, etc.) To me, he had the hard part. I was trying to help by chopping off the heads and cutting off the bony calves and feet, along with the necks... The feet and necks were placed in one container of ice so that I could make stock with them... which I did, both days. We wound up with 18 quarts of really thick, wonderful chicken stock.
Then, after letting the chickens rest for a day or so, I took them out of the ice chests and vacuum-sucked them with a Foodsaver device. On Sunday morning, the Foodsaver device worked and then just STOPPED. Luckily Mike was able to fix it and now it runs much better. Usually, appliances that go south just stay south and we have to buy new ones. Not this time.
I collected the gizzards and the livers and, on Sunday, the fat from the chickens and bagged them all separately. The gizzards will be ground up and given to the dogs and cats, the livers made into a pate' and the fat will be used for something tasty down the road.
Oh, yes... and Mike smoked a shoulder roast on Sunday, as well. It was a busy weekend and I'm sore and tired.
The geese are doing great.. and now have their own sleepy-time area in the yard. We put them into this overnight, so that the raccoons and possums don't get them, then let them out to eat grass in the mornings. We are still feeding them chick feed pellets, but they seem to roam around and get what they need from the area. Trying to keep them out of the stock tank for the goats is another matter, however.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Long month
The longest months on the face of this earth for me are the summer months. It's Mike's busiest month dealing with his customers and employees who get a bit touchy from time to time. To me, he's an absolute genius at customer service. I don't know how many times I've heard him chatting with irate customers only to turn them around and have them laughing by the time he's finished talking to them. It's truly an art and he's a master at it.
My rental in Corpus needs work. My father left me his house and his debts and mortgage. Luckily, the mortgage is affordable even when there's no rent coming in... like the last few months.
The property manager told us the place needed paint. Boy, that was the least of it. He didn't bother to say it needed a refrigerator, too, as well as a total overhaul as far as maintenance goes. Bad tile, broken doors, door strike plates, bad bathroom fixtures, a broken gate, falling fence boards... you name it. I felt like a slum lord when I saw how bad a condition it was in. So we spent the first two weekends in July in Corpus, away from the farm, working very long days on the house and needing to do a lot more, for sure. We took our refrigerator from the house down to corpus and bought us another one, a fridge-only, for the house. Unfortunately, it took a week to come in and so we had to live out of ice chests for the entire week.
The animals were okay, though, in our absences. We have geese, now, seven of them. They're so cool! They're not quite as loud as most people make them out - at least not yet, but we herd them from their little sheltered area to the back yard and to the pond so they can swim around and act like geese.
We have four 'African' geese (actually Chinese) who have black bills and black backs. The other three are Chinese geese, whatever that means. They're about a month old, now.
I've been absolutely exhausted the last two weeks after coming back and work seems to take it out of me these days, as well.
Finally, today, we got rain from hurricane Dolly that hit the Texas and Mexico coastline and brought that rain north as it veered off to the west inland. I still remember hurricane Celia that hit August 3, 1970. Today, there are many warnings that come from NOAA and other sources and we're all aware of what's coming. In 1970, we had no idea and were in the middle of it, sopping water from the windows and watching things be destroyed around us. My sister watched the garage collapse from the back door and we watched several cars flying through the air. There was only about an hour's warning, if I remember and we were supposed to go to my Grandmother's apartment, but Mom insisted on staying home.
After Celia, we had no electricity for several days. As we had just purchased a half a cow's worth of meat, we served meals in our backyard over open fires and with a camp stove. I remember bathing in cold water and having candles everywhere so we could see what was going on at night. But if you've got a true neighborhood, despite all its problems, people will come together and support each other in these times. That time in that house, long since passed on in ownership, was probably the most memorable time in my childhood.
But back to the farm... Mike fell yesterday, tripping over some wire that was wrapped around a tree at one time to keep it from being ravaged by goats. He fell hard on his side and has had to deal with that while servicing swimming pools for his business. Not a happy Mike.
When we killed the goat for cabrito, we took the fourth stomach (the large one at the bottom) and cut pieces from it to make rennet - about three, one-inch strips. I tried to use the rennet tonight -- after freezing it when we had no fridge.. and it worked! It curdled a cup of milk just fine! And it left whey in its wake just fine! Woo hoo! Now I have over a pint of the rennet for our cheesemaking. Rennet is so expensive, so this will work until we get tired of doing it this way.
It's been a long week, even though I've had several days off, now. Still exhausted and so much to do.
My rental in Corpus needs work. My father left me his house and his debts and mortgage. Luckily, the mortgage is affordable even when there's no rent coming in... like the last few months.
The property manager told us the place needed paint. Boy, that was the least of it. He didn't bother to say it needed a refrigerator, too, as well as a total overhaul as far as maintenance goes. Bad tile, broken doors, door strike plates, bad bathroom fixtures, a broken gate, falling fence boards... you name it. I felt like a slum lord when I saw how bad a condition it was in. So we spent the first two weekends in July in Corpus, away from the farm, working very long days on the house and needing to do a lot more, for sure. We took our refrigerator from the house down to corpus and bought us another one, a fridge-only, for the house. Unfortunately, it took a week to come in and so we had to live out of ice chests for the entire week.
The animals were okay, though, in our absences. We have geese, now, seven of them. They're so cool! They're not quite as loud as most people make them out - at least not yet, but we herd them from their little sheltered area to the back yard and to the pond so they can swim around and act like geese.
We have four 'African' geese (actually Chinese) who have black bills and black backs. The other three are Chinese geese, whatever that means. They're about a month old, now.
I've been absolutely exhausted the last two weeks after coming back and work seems to take it out of me these days, as well.
Finally, today, we got rain from hurricane Dolly that hit the Texas and Mexico coastline and brought that rain north as it veered off to the west inland. I still remember hurricane Celia that hit August 3, 1970. Today, there are many warnings that come from NOAA and other sources and we're all aware of what's coming. In 1970, we had no idea and were in the middle of it, sopping water from the windows and watching things be destroyed around us. My sister watched the garage collapse from the back door and we watched several cars flying through the air. There was only about an hour's warning, if I remember and we were supposed to go to my Grandmother's apartment, but Mom insisted on staying home.
After Celia, we had no electricity for several days. As we had just purchased a half a cow's worth of meat, we served meals in our backyard over open fires and with a camp stove. I remember bathing in cold water and having candles everywhere so we could see what was going on at night. But if you've got a true neighborhood, despite all its problems, people will come together and support each other in these times. That time in that house, long since passed on in ownership, was probably the most memorable time in my childhood.
But back to the farm... Mike fell yesterday, tripping over some wire that was wrapped around a tree at one time to keep it from being ravaged by goats. He fell hard on his side and has had to deal with that while servicing swimming pools for his business. Not a happy Mike.
When we killed the goat for cabrito, we took the fourth stomach (the large one at the bottom) and cut pieces from it to make rennet - about three, one-inch strips. I tried to use the rennet tonight -- after freezing it when we had no fridge.. and it worked! It curdled a cup of milk just fine! And it left whey in its wake just fine! Woo hoo! Now I have over a pint of the rennet for our cheesemaking. Rennet is so expensive, so this will work until we get tired of doing it this way.
It's been a long week, even though I've had several days off, now. Still exhausted and so much to do.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Process them!
We finally did it. We worked up the nerve to slaughter our first kid goat. Saturday we thought out our list of supplies. A sharp new knife. Rope to hang the carcass. A bucket of water for rinsing hands and knife. A hose to wash off the inevitable hair. A fan to control flies. A wheelbarrow full of hay to catch blood and entrails. The .22 rifle and 4 cartridges (after my taking 3 shots to kill a raccoon last fall I wasn't about to depend on my marksmanship).
While feeding the goats a special meal of hay and oats, I snuck up on my victim. I this case it was 12's kid. He was the biggest of this years kids. 26" in girth, which translates to roughly 61lbs of goat it's amazing he was only born in January. A lot of milk grass and hay went into that goat.
While he was nibbling at some oats with the other goats, I grabbed him by the rear leg, picked him up and carried him to a stall. Many of our goats are used to being handled. He wasn't one of those. So he fought and struggled. Somehow he gouged my arm drawing blood. The first round goes to him.
I locked him in a barn stall for later. Our plan was to get up at about 6 and do the deed while it was still cool. Cool means 77 degrees at dawn in Texas this time of year. So naturally we got started at the crack of 10am. We had watched a few YouTube videos about goat skinning. This helped prepare us for what was to come.
We lured the herd to the driveway which needed trimming, one of the few areas we have left where there is come green grass, and locked them in. They are used to this, we do it several times a year so I can avoid mowing it and they get full bellies. A win win for everyone. So with the goats out of the way I was free to proceed with:
Step 1. Kill a goat. This is something I had never done before. Well, not intentionally. It required some thinking through. How would I immobilize the kid? Since he doesn't like to be handled, he isn't likely to stand there while I put a bullet in his head. I opted to snap a collar on him and tie a lead to the bars of the stall. Then I put down a dish of grain thinking he would bend down to eat the grain while doing that I could take aim. However, he was too nervous to eat. Making sure that Kristi was safe in case of an errant shot, I aimed and fired while he was in a quiet moment. The first shot was a good one and he died instantly. I loaded him on the wheelbarrow and took him to the back yard for:
Step 2. String him up. I had prepared an area for the skinning by throwing a rope over a suitable tree branch. I used an old broom handle to mount the carcass. A cut is made between the bone and the Achilles tendon and the broom handle is inserted into that cut. This makes it easy to spread the goats legs and make all the parts more accessible. The pole is then tied up at the ends to the rope and the goat is raised to a good working height. I positioned the wheelbarrow under the goat to catch the blood and offal. That will make a good addition to our compost.
Step 3. Bleeding the goat. I made a cut in the goat's neck and fortunately I got the jugular on the first try. The blood began to drain into the hay in the wheelbarrow. I removed the head and let it fall into the wheelbarrow too. A layer of hay went over this.
Step 4. Skinning the goat. This takes some time and since this was my first time, it took a while. We didn't look at the clock before we started, but by the times the photos were taken, the whole process took from about 10 am to 11:07 to complete. Not bad for a couple of newbies!
I used a new, very sharp Chicago Cutlery 5" boning knife. This knife has a high carbon blade which holds an edge better and is easier to sharpen than a stainless steel blade. This is the knife that Chicago Cutlery made its reputation on. First thing I did was cut all the way around the anus.
I pulled out a few inches of the colon and put a tie wrap around the tube. I cut off the anus itself and put it in the wheelbarrow. That part has a lot of bacteria and could taint the carcass. With that done I can proceed to skinning. I cut up the inside of the legs under the skin, taking care not to cut the meat. Then across the bottom through where the anus was. I removed the tail.
At this point I could alternate pulling downward on the skin and loosening with the knife until I was basically turning the goat inside out. There was some fiddly work at the legs and neck and then the skin was off. Kristi was spraying the carcass with water to help remove hair.
Step 5. Disemboweling. This is another one of those processes that isn't really fun, but it's a part of home butchering. Working from the hole where the anus was, I slid the knife in between the anal opening and the membrane and slit down exposing the innards. There were a LOT of innards. This was a well fed goat. working along the backbone I cut and snipped all the spots that were holding the viscera in place. Suddenly out it all came PLOP into the wheelbarrow. I had to reach way down inside to cut through the trachea and a couple more snips and it was all out.
Aside: We are very interested in making our own goat cheeses. There are age-old stories about shepherds storing the mornings milking in goats stomachs and, by the time they're ready to drink the milk, all they get is a fine liquid substance (whey). As the shepherd traveled he would notice that the milk turned to chunks. The chunks tasted good and the love of cheese was born. Goats stomachs contain natural enzymes that comprise rennet. Rennet supplies bacteria that helps an unweaned kid goat to digest his mothers milk. Rennet is necessary in cheese making. What this is leading up to is that when the stomachs (4) of the goat were removed we collected a nice piece of the fourth stomach to be made into rennet for our cheese-making. At this moment it has been cleaned and is heavily salted in a bowl to dry. When the stomach piece is dried, the whole thing will be rinsed and then placed in whey or with vinegar to create a whole bunch of rennet, with which we'll make (Uh, Kristi will make) cheese.
Step 6. The carcass was once again hosed off and is now in a cooler with ice to rest for 24 hours. Once the meat has relaxed, we'll cut it up into usable pieces and run it through our vacuum sealer for freezing.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Paneer Tikki
Latest news: The Paneer Tikki worked very well (needs salt) and I tried it with goat milk, thinking, what the heck... might as well try to make goat cheese. I've never been able to master the putting of the cheese in containers to let them sit forever, so this method works very, very well... and it's tasty! As soon as Geraldine is old enough to breed and then freshened, we're going to have a bunch of goat milk to make cheese with.. and now that I know I can get it through a simpler method, it will be easy!
The one thing that I didn't understand at first is that the curd, in goat cheese, is half the size of the smallest flea and I added a little too much lime juice (didn't have any lemons on hand) because I thought the curds should be bigger. But when I strained the milk through cheesecloth, all the individual curds and coagulated nicely. Oh, this is dangerously good...
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I discovered a recipe for a simple cheese called, "Paneer Tikki" in Flatbreads and Flavors. This book has all sorts of great recipes collected by two people who traveled to different countries seeking flatbreads and local flavors. Excellent book.
Paneer Tikki is made with regular, store-bought, two-percent milk and lemon juice. That's IT.. there's nothing more to it.
Then the pulled pork from yesterday's adventures (Mike starting the Boston butt and me finishing it.. seems to work well.. low temps (between 200 and 300) with hickory)..
Meat, cheese... hmmm..
Enough for today.
The one thing that I didn't understand at first is that the curd, in goat cheese, is half the size of the smallest flea and I added a little too much lime juice (didn't have any lemons on hand) because I thought the curds should be bigger. But when I strained the milk through cheesecloth, all the individual curds and coagulated nicely. Oh, this is dangerously good...
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I discovered a recipe for a simple cheese called, "Paneer Tikki" in Flatbreads and Flavors. This book has all sorts of great recipes collected by two people who traveled to different countries seeking flatbreads and local flavors. Excellent book.
Paneer Tikki is made with regular, store-bought, two-percent milk and lemon juice. That's IT.. there's nothing more to it.
Then the pulled pork from yesterday's adventures (Mike starting the Boston butt and me finishing it.. seems to work well.. low temps (between 200 and 300) with hickory)..
Meat, cheese... hmmm..
Enough for today.
Birds and Bees and D.H. Lawrence, oh, my!
I have been reading, for about the 20th time, Lady Chatterly's Lover. One might think that it's the erotic nature that draws me back repeatedly, but what I find myself realizing is that each time I read it, I learn something else, am in a different mind frame to FIND that something else, and enjoy it just as much as the first time I read it. Lawrence, once banned in the U.S. for his risque' novel, wasn't like the crude, but rudimentary Henry Miller at all.. he wrote about a woman's orgasm, wrote words that still resound today in their wisdom.
But enough of that and back to the birds and bees... We have a pile of hickory branches that need to be cut down, but that, it seems, will be put on the back burner, now. What Mike discovered Saturday morning was that a Bewick's Wren baby was under all the branches.
It must have just come out to learn to fly, which means the egg would have hatched about three weeks ago or so. We saw the bird as it attempted to fly into the house and reached a window, then dropped to the ground. It made its way back to the hickory pile and Mike captured a beautiful photo of it.
The goats are hungry. No rain and little to eat.. I clip branches for them from our forested area every other day or so - and they eat lots of hay, but I really, really wish it would rain.
But enough of that and back to the birds and bees... We have a pile of hickory branches that need to be cut down, but that, it seems, will be put on the back burner, now. What Mike discovered Saturday morning was that a Bewick's Wren baby was under all the branches.
It must have just come out to learn to fly, which means the egg would have hatched about three weeks ago or so. We saw the bird as it attempted to fly into the house and reached a window, then dropped to the ground. It made its way back to the hickory pile and Mike captured a beautiful photo of it.
Ah, the bees... yes, we finally opened the hive again, this being week 9 in our beekeeping extravaganza... we have had success, but the bees are not filling out the entire hive as we thought they would. We know the queen is busy because there are lots of eggs in the hive and we took pictures that we captured with Picasa and exploded them... finally seeing the queen in all her long glory, with the telltale white spot on her head. She's been very busy.
The goats are hungry. No rain and little to eat.. I clip branches for them from our forested area every other day or so - and they eat lots of hay, but I really, really wish it would rain.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Brooster the mean rooster - RIP and good riddance.
After Saturday's ordeal with three unwanted goats, we still had a ton of work to do and the thought of doing it kept us IN bed and not really wanting to start the day.
Then I heard the wretched squeal of a hurting animal. We have a brand new dog, another Great Pyrenese and one we rescued from some nasty folks in Bastrop who, if they didn't abuse it, came close to it. The way the man handled the dog spoke worlds about why the dog cowered in a corner of their horse trailer and feared humans. He was flea-infested and sticker-bur saturated, not to mention smelling of oil that came from a cart that was also inside the horse trailer. This man didn't deserve to have a dog or any of the other creatures, including the horses and goats they owned.
The dog was born to one of his livestock guardian Pyrenese and the man said he found it in the field. He thought coyotes had gotten the rest of the puppies. He advertised this puppy on Craig's list claiming that the dog was 8 months old. When we saw it and what it looked like, I watched Mike's face and read it as "I don't think so" but he asked me quietly if I wanted it and I was adamant about it. Yes. I wanted it. If nothing else, to save the creature from this horrid human being. We paid 75.00 for it.
We've had the dog, which is really about 8 WEEKS old (not 8 months) since last Monday. As soon as we brought it home, we proceeded to terrorize it by bathing it and giving it food (it didn't recognize what a container was and tried to eat the container instead of the food). Then we put him into a stall for a few days with lots of food and water. We let him out on Thursday and he found a cozy, hidden place behind the shed and under some wood piles to hide and sleep. Unfortunately, we didn't know this and spent an entire evening trying to find him on the 15 acres. After a few hours of this Mike and I were pretty depressed about losing it and around sundown, I wanted to check one last time, to see if we'd just missed it... and sure enough, I saw him coming out from behind the shed. We fed him more, but we didn't put him back in a stall. The next day, he did the same thing and again, we thought he disappeared. Just before evening, he came out again from his hiding place. (who WOULDN'T want to hide during these hot Texas summer days?)
Fast forward to Sunday morning. We didn't want to get out of bed, but I heard this yelp from the barnyard and looked out the bedroom window to see Brooster attacking the poor puppy (who's literally no bigger than a bread basket.) Brooster reared up and rolled the puppy on his back and then attacked again.
This isn't the first time Brooster had attacked creatures and we thought he'd grow out of it, but he didn't. We can't have a mean rooster because we have some many docile creatures and young goats. He's even attacked Barbecue, our older Great Pyrenese. This rooster, though, is a little funny and would often put his head in a corner of the barn, talking to himself and stomping his feet.
Mike and I get dressed quickly, go to the barnyard and go through the ordeal of capturing Brooster. Mike wrung his neck and although that's normally my job (wringing chickens' necks), I think it was good for him to do it.
But then this means it's chicken processing time. We get to try out the new chicken plucker that he built for me. I killed another roo that we raised just for eating. If you think this is cruel, examine your eating habits and discover where the chicken you eat comes from. You'd understand WHY we want to raise and eat our own birds. It's healthier and the chickens are fed better and not treated inhumanely.
Anyway, when you process chickens, you have to let them sit a few days in ice to let the meat relax. We tried killing one of the birds and eating it fresh, but were very disappointed in the small size and quality of the bird. We have around 40 of these birds and now do not know if they'll be good enough to supply us with chicken for the year. Having to go back to store-bought chicken? Yuck. Yuck.
So Brooster is no more. And now the animals will feel more comfortable in the barnyard and maybe this little puppy, who's been bashed by humans, goats and a rooster, will survive and thrive. He's still around. Maybe he'll stay. I'm definitely giving him a piece of chicken when Brooster's ready to barbecue.
Then I heard the wretched squeal of a hurting animal. We have a brand new dog, another Great Pyrenese and one we rescued from some nasty folks in Bastrop who, if they didn't abuse it, came close to it. The way the man handled the dog spoke worlds about why the dog cowered in a corner of their horse trailer and feared humans. He was flea-infested and sticker-bur saturated, not to mention smelling of oil that came from a cart that was also inside the horse trailer. This man didn't deserve to have a dog or any of the other creatures, including the horses and goats they owned.
The dog was born to one of his livestock guardian Pyrenese and the man said he found it in the field. He thought coyotes had gotten the rest of the puppies. He advertised this puppy on Craig's list claiming that the dog was 8 months old. When we saw it and what it looked like, I watched Mike's face and read it as "I don't think so" but he asked me quietly if I wanted it and I was adamant about it. Yes. I wanted it. If nothing else, to save the creature from this horrid human being. We paid 75.00 for it.
We've had the dog, which is really about 8 WEEKS old (not 8 months) since last Monday. As soon as we brought it home, we proceeded to terrorize it by bathing it and giving it food (it didn't recognize what a container was and tried to eat the container instead of the food). Then we put him into a stall for a few days with lots of food and water. We let him out on Thursday and he found a cozy, hidden place behind the shed and under some wood piles to hide and sleep. Unfortunately, we didn't know this and spent an entire evening trying to find him on the 15 acres. After a few hours of this Mike and I were pretty depressed about losing it and around sundown, I wanted to check one last time, to see if we'd just missed it... and sure enough, I saw him coming out from behind the shed. We fed him more, but we didn't put him back in a stall. The next day, he did the same thing and again, we thought he disappeared. Just before evening, he came out again from his hiding place. (who WOULDN'T want to hide during these hot Texas summer days?)
Fast forward to Sunday morning. We didn't want to get out of bed, but I heard this yelp from the barnyard and looked out the bedroom window to see Brooster attacking the poor puppy (who's literally no bigger than a bread basket.) Brooster reared up and rolled the puppy on his back and then attacked again.
This isn't the first time Brooster had attacked creatures and we thought he'd grow out of it, but he didn't. We can't have a mean rooster because we have some many docile creatures and young goats. He's even attacked Barbecue, our older Great Pyrenese. This rooster, though, is a little funny and would often put his head in a corner of the barn, talking to himself and stomping his feet.
Mike and I get dressed quickly, go to the barnyard and go through the ordeal of capturing Brooster. Mike wrung his neck and although that's normally my job (wringing chickens' necks), I think it was good for him to do it.
But then this means it's chicken processing time. We get to try out the new chicken plucker that he built for me. I killed another roo that we raised just for eating. If you think this is cruel, examine your eating habits and discover where the chicken you eat comes from. You'd understand WHY we want to raise and eat our own birds. It's healthier and the chickens are fed better and not treated inhumanely.
Anyway, when you process chickens, you have to let them sit a few days in ice to let the meat relax. We tried killing one of the birds and eating it fresh, but were very disappointed in the small size and quality of the bird. We have around 40 of these birds and now do not know if they'll be good enough to supply us with chicken for the year. Having to go back to store-bought chicken? Yuck. Yuck.
So Brooster is no more. And now the animals will feel more comfortable in the barnyard and maybe this little puppy, who's been bashed by humans, goats and a rooster, will survive and thrive. He's still around. Maybe he'll stay. I'm definitely giving him a piece of chicken when Brooster's ready to barbecue.
Stupid Goat Tricks
Saturday morning might have turned out to be okay - maybe a little hot, except for the unwanted goats that everyone kept trying to herd into our property... "Hey! You have goats! These must be yours!". The first time was around 8:30, when we go outside to start the morning and I see, in the distance, three goats coming toward the inside gate (about a tenth of a mile from the outside gate) and a car that is parked behind them. Someone is trying, I thought, to tell us that the fences are bad and we have goats that got out.
I take my golf cart to the first gate and realize that these aren't our goats! Someone has dropped them off and just assumed we'd take them. With feed prices so high, it's easy to see why people who can't afford to feed their animals would want to dump them. These were two very large billy goats and a female Boer goat in heat. I get to the folks standing at the outside gate and we do the introductions. They're neighbors. The goats, at this time, have traveled down the driveway toward Mike, who's looking a little perplexed.
We manage to get them out the gate and close it, so they can't come back, but the electric fences are not working properly and we have to monitor them, so they're not tempted. Goats are herd animals and they've seen our herd and want to join them. The goats that were dropped off look very healthy, but we can't allow them to interact with our own herd because looks can be deceiving. Also, one billy goat per herd is pretty standard and I am willing to bet that these just got two old for the owners who probably bought them for their kids or as roping dummies. Yes, the thought makes me sick, animals purchased for the pleasure of torturing them. Some of our neighbors have this mindset. We do not.
So, the goats, with the help of a car that came along ("do you want us to move them to the gate so you can get them back in?") "No! they're not ours... if you could just herd them further along, someone might claim them..."
Fine. So they're gone. Or so I thought. Next thing I know, I'm hearing a sheriff's car horn and seeing flashing lights an hour after the goat ordeal. Then I see the three goats. AGAIN. They've been herded back into our property. The sheriff actually opened the gate to let them in! Another man, who has stopped to help the sheriff herd the goats into our gate, stands by them. I'm in my cart, shouting, "No... no! These aren't ours... Don't... no!" Waving my hands, etc...
The sheriff has the audacity to ask me if I'm the one that put them 'out' as if out into the street. I tell him that they were dumped at our place, but they're not ours. The guy with him named Cal, says that he'll take the goats, but he has some errands to run and is towing a long trailer at the moment.
Fine. We try to keep the goats in the driveway until the guy comes back to claim them. The sheriff is gone, now, and we've got the goats. Cal says that he has about 15 acres and the only thing that gets dropped off at his place are mangy dogs.
It's a LONG time before Cal returns and at this point, we've decided to shoot the goats and are looking at tanning procedures on the web. Goat skin can come in handy or we could sell it.
In the meantime, two of the goats, the female and one male have escaped the driveway and are mingling with our herd. We capture them in the barn and herd them into stalls, each in their own and right next to each other.
About 2:00 pm, we're out working fences to make sure this doesn't happen again and to keep our goats on the inside of the fence. We're up near the street and Cal shows up, pulls up along side and says that he's having all kinds of problems, but that he still wants the goats. We tell him that we've got a cage (mike made it) and that the cage will hold the animals and he can take them now if he wants. We knew the hardest one to get will be the one in the driveway because it can and will still go through the fence, but it must have been shocked because it not only didn't go through the fence, it was a little wary of it. This worked nicely to our advantage.
The chickens that we had in the cage on the lawn (fattening them up for slaughter), had to be moved. That was my job. We had three red roos and one barred rock roo that was being mean - this was Brooster, the female rooster. I put the three red roos in the shed (where we feed the cats - who will probably never forgive me) and let out Brooster. He'd been in the cage terrorizing the three red roos for a few days and he's easy to catch (pretty stupid), so I let him out to forage.
The cage was fastened to Cal's trailer and we got the two goats from the barn in (although they didn't want to go). I jokingly said, "hey, you want two more?" Cal said sure, he'd take a few more - he got 8's older wether and 215's older wether. These are (castrated) males that are too old for eating, so we gave them to him.
It ruined our day, but turned out slightly better than it could have. We got rid of two useless wethers - a present, no doubt, for one of Cal's daughters whose birthday was that day.
It was a long day and maybe people don't realize what a burden it is for weekend farmers who don't have the time to deal with their castoffs. It's just rude to dump animals on others when you don't want them, whether it's mangy dogs or unwanted livestock. If it happens again, I'm going to get a nice goatskin rug out of it. I've been learning a lot about tanning a hide and I'd rather it be yours than some poor, unwanted pet that your kid outgrew.
I take my golf cart to the first gate and realize that these aren't our goats! Someone has dropped them off and just assumed we'd take them. With feed prices so high, it's easy to see why people who can't afford to feed their animals would want to dump them. These were two very large billy goats and a female Boer goat in heat. I get to the folks standing at the outside gate and we do the introductions. They're neighbors. The goats, at this time, have traveled down the driveway toward Mike, who's looking a little perplexed.
We manage to get them out the gate and close it, so they can't come back, but the electric fences are not working properly and we have to monitor them, so they're not tempted. Goats are herd animals and they've seen our herd and want to join them. The goats that were dropped off look very healthy, but we can't allow them to interact with our own herd because looks can be deceiving. Also, one billy goat per herd is pretty standard and I am willing to bet that these just got two old for the owners who probably bought them for their kids or as roping dummies. Yes, the thought makes me sick, animals purchased for the pleasure of torturing them. Some of our neighbors have this mindset. We do not.
So, the goats, with the help of a car that came along ("do you want us to move them to the gate so you can get them back in?") "No! they're not ours... if you could just herd them further along, someone might claim them..."
Fine. So they're gone. Or so I thought. Next thing I know, I'm hearing a sheriff's car horn and seeing flashing lights an hour after the goat ordeal. Then I see the three goats. AGAIN. They've been herded back into our property. The sheriff actually opened the gate to let them in! Another man, who has stopped to help the sheriff herd the goats into our gate, stands by them. I'm in my cart, shouting, "No... no! These aren't ours... Don't... no!" Waving my hands, etc...
The sheriff has the audacity to ask me if I'm the one that put them 'out' as if out into the street. I tell him that they were dumped at our place, but they're not ours. The guy with him named Cal, says that he'll take the goats, but he has some errands to run and is towing a long trailer at the moment.
Fine. We try to keep the goats in the driveway until the guy comes back to claim them. The sheriff is gone, now, and we've got the goats. Cal says that he has about 15 acres and the only thing that gets dropped off at his place are mangy dogs.
It's a LONG time before Cal returns and at this point, we've decided to shoot the goats and are looking at tanning procedures on the web. Goat skin can come in handy or we could sell it.
In the meantime, two of the goats, the female and one male have escaped the driveway and are mingling with our herd. We capture them in the barn and herd them into stalls, each in their own and right next to each other.
About 2:00 pm, we're out working fences to make sure this doesn't happen again and to keep our goats on the inside of the fence. We're up near the street and Cal shows up, pulls up along side and says that he's having all kinds of problems, but that he still wants the goats. We tell him that we've got a cage (mike made it) and that the cage will hold the animals and he can take them now if he wants. We knew the hardest one to get will be the one in the driveway because it can and will still go through the fence, but it must have been shocked because it not only didn't go through the fence, it was a little wary of it. This worked nicely to our advantage.
The chickens that we had in the cage on the lawn (fattening them up for slaughter), had to be moved. That was my job. We had three red roos and one barred rock roo that was being mean - this was Brooster, the female rooster. I put the three red roos in the shed (where we feed the cats - who will probably never forgive me) and let out Brooster. He'd been in the cage terrorizing the three red roos for a few days and he's easy to catch (pretty stupid), so I let him out to forage.
The cage was fastened to Cal's trailer and we got the two goats from the barn in (although they didn't want to go). I jokingly said, "hey, you want two more?" Cal said sure, he'd take a few more - he got 8's older wether and 215's older wether. These are (castrated) males that are too old for eating, so we gave them to him.
It ruined our day, but turned out slightly better than it could have. We got rid of two useless wethers - a present, no doubt, for one of Cal's daughters whose birthday was that day.
It was a long day and maybe people don't realize what a burden it is for weekend farmers who don't have the time to deal with their castoffs. It's just rude to dump animals on others when you don't want them, whether it's mangy dogs or unwanted livestock. If it happens again, I'm going to get a nice goatskin rug out of it. I've been learning a lot about tanning a hide and I'd rather it be yours than some poor, unwanted pet that your kid outgrew.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Weekend ritualistic self-torture
Nice and cool this morning, but it's turned into a bugger of a day - muggy, hot. Texas.
We finished putting the fingers into the chicken plucker and had quite a few fingers left over. Mike's finishing the rest of it today (or getting really close to finishing). The 'rest of it' involves pulleys and a motor to drive it, etc...
This morning, we fenced off the main garden so that the goats would have another area to eat today. We are managing the pastures and have about six different areas that can be gated or locked, so it works out great. This is the first year we've really gotten into moving the goats around, but it's working out well and we've got some fat goats.
Mid-day -
Just finished hoeing up an area to plant the perennial vegetables in - the onions and the artichokes. Will probably move the ten or so asparagus plants in the fall to this new area, but not during the spring.
Also mulched the potatoes again - they are growing like crazy.
And checked the gourds in the backyard which are filled with both good and bad bugs - shield bugs bad, wheel bugs good. leafhoppers bad, ladybugs good. So we're going to leave them alone. I might spray them with molasses water and bt later to keep the worms and the ants away, but I've already got a ton of egg gourds on them thanks to the bees. The bees are so heavy with the orange pollen they get from the plants that when they go back to the hive at night, they can barely make the landing platform.
Just watered the grapevines and the one surviving blackberry plant.. correction, make that two, but the other one is still in the backyard area which means it's survived us - and several years of neglect. The fig tree seems stressed (either too much water or not enough will do that), yet there are four figs on it! We also harvested our first peach from the peach tree in the front yard (one of several, as well), but we're not going to get very many this year... just not a good year for them. Maybe next year. Because we've got bees, now, the trees will have more fruit. Just not this year, although for the first time, the trees are absolutely gorgeous. We've had to spray them several times with bt to keep the web worms off of them, but it seems to have worked.
The pear tree, although it had fire blight last year (which is purported to be the death of a tree) has wonderful new growth this year. I sprayed the tree with a combination of orange oil and bt last year, because I think that fireblight is caused by creatures, not a disease. All I know is that it seems to have worked.
We had a happy hour with some of my friends last week and when we got home, we discovered that the goats managed to get into the front yard and backyard and destroyed many branches of redbuds and the oaks, and tore up my herb garden as well as some prized bushes. Luckily, we had nets around the fruit trees in the front so we didn't lose any branches. Goats love to browse, which means eathing grass and bushes and trees, oh my.
Later in the evening:
I made crackers - great recipe that's very forgiving. And it's very simple. Water, oil, salt and flour - then some kind of seasoning. Easy to do and you can make all sorts of flavors. One batch fills up one baking sheet.
Shoveled dirt into the cart to put down on the raised bed (onions, artichokes, etc..), but will need to turn it again because the weeds have taken control of it, as always happens when you turn your head for ten seconds.
Sat out and watched the goats in the evening. Their bellies are so full that they can barely move and all the females look very pregnant again, but they're not.
Planning on planting the basil, the beets (it may be too late for them in texas), the Salvias I've grown from seed and a few more things from the greenhouse before it gets too hot.
And then there's the goats that need to be tagged and given their worming medicine and their hooves need to be trimmed and we need to go grocery shopping.
Gah.
We finished putting the fingers into the chicken plucker and had quite a few fingers left over. Mike's finishing the rest of it today (or getting really close to finishing). The 'rest of it' involves pulleys and a motor to drive it, etc...
This morning, we fenced off the main garden so that the goats would have another area to eat today. We are managing the pastures and have about six different areas that can be gated or locked, so it works out great. This is the first year we've really gotten into moving the goats around, but it's working out well and we've got some fat goats.
Mid-day -
Just finished hoeing up an area to plant the perennial vegetables in - the onions and the artichokes. Will probably move the ten or so asparagus plants in the fall to this new area, but not during the spring.
Also mulched the potatoes again - they are growing like crazy.
And checked the gourds in the backyard which are filled with both good and bad bugs - shield bugs bad, wheel bugs good. leafhoppers bad, ladybugs good. So we're going to leave them alone. I might spray them with molasses water and bt later to keep the worms and the ants away, but I've already got a ton of egg gourds on them thanks to the bees. The bees are so heavy with the orange pollen they get from the plants that when they go back to the hive at night, they can barely make the landing platform.
Just watered the grapevines and the one surviving blackberry plant.. correction, make that two, but the other one is still in the backyard area which means it's survived us - and several years of neglect. The fig tree seems stressed (either too much water or not enough will do that), yet there are four figs on it! We also harvested our first peach from the peach tree in the front yard (one of several, as well), but we're not going to get very many this year... just not a good year for them. Maybe next year. Because we've got bees, now, the trees will have more fruit. Just not this year, although for the first time, the trees are absolutely gorgeous. We've had to spray them several times with bt to keep the web worms off of them, but it seems to have worked.
The pear tree, although it had fire blight last year (which is purported to be the death of a tree) has wonderful new growth this year. I sprayed the tree with a combination of orange oil and bt last year, because I think that fireblight is caused by creatures, not a disease. All I know is that it seems to have worked.
We had a happy hour with some of my friends last week and when we got home, we discovered that the goats managed to get into the front yard and backyard and destroyed many branches of redbuds and the oaks, and tore up my herb garden as well as some prized bushes. Luckily, we had nets around the fruit trees in the front so we didn't lose any branches. Goats love to browse, which means eathing grass and bushes and trees, oh my.
Later in the evening:
I made crackers - great recipe that's very forgiving. And it's very simple. Water, oil, salt and flour - then some kind of seasoning. Easy to do and you can make all sorts of flavors. One batch fills up one baking sheet.
Shoveled dirt into the cart to put down on the raised bed (onions, artichokes, etc..), but will need to turn it again because the weeds have taken control of it, as always happens when you turn your head for ten seconds.
Sat out and watched the goats in the evening. Their bellies are so full that they can barely move and all the females look very pregnant again, but they're not.
Planning on planting the basil, the beets (it may be too late for them in texas), the Salvias I've grown from seed and a few more things from the greenhouse before it gets too hot.
And then there's the goats that need to be tagged and given their worming medicine and their hooves need to be trimmed and we need to go grocery shopping.
Gah.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Mother and child
Last night, both Mike and I were completely exhausted after work, ready to do the DVD movie thing. We had delivered pizza for dinner - a treat when you are on a farm in the middle of nowhere.
Mike was idly looking out the window at the goats and saw our most pregnant goat, 71 (as we affectionately call her) lying on her side away from the others in the barnyard.
This wasn't right. Her udder had grown disproportionately to her body - she-goats walk kind of funny when they're all 'bagged up' back there with milk.
We arrived to discover that she was oozing... the stream of goo coming from her backside isn't a very pleasant thing to see, but it did tell us that she was ready to give birth. So we dragged her (it took both of us) into a stall, spoiled her with alfalfa, apple treats, grain and other stuff.
However, we'd been keeping her in the same stall because we already knew it would be any day that she'd give us a kid or two. But today, Mike fed her really well and then let her out for a bit to get some sunshine and nibble on the green grass. She didn't eat much of what we gave her. This we should have noticed. She's not one to pass any food by if it's within butting distance.
So when we dragged her back into the same stall because of the goo sticking out of her hind side, we knew it would be a matter of no more than an hour when she would grace this world with another kid. Her last one died late in the year last year. We're hoping this one doesn't. We've had a great kidding season with few losses, so we're crossing fingers and toes.
Mike loves to take pictures of the goats' most intimate moments, such as, you know, giving birth. So we have a whole series of her grunts, pushes, standing up and then lying down again (repeatedly), and then finally the bubble of amniotic fluid that comes out with the kid's hooves and nose - they come out with head and hooves positioned as if for a long dive, with hands above one's head and put together, then head down for the jump.
The kid enters this world pretty slimy and screaming for food. Mom is busy cleaning it all the while and within ten minutes, it's up on its feet and ready to chow down on Mom's teats. This time, it's another male.
The kid was born at 7:45 last night and is probably the last kid of the kidding season. Last year, 71 kidded on Mike's birthday in July. She's the odd one out, as the rest of the moms usually kid in late December or in January and February.
It was molasses water (for energy), more feed and privacy for 71 and her newborn. For us, it was an early night and no movie. Perhaps tomorrow. You just never know what's going to happen from one day to the next when you live on a farm.
This morning, the rain hit just as we were leaving for work. It's likely to rain most of the morning and the goats stay in the barn during the storms and eat hay and grain. At least 71 won't be alone. She'll have 41 others to keep her company.
Mike was idly looking out the window at the goats and saw our most pregnant goat, 71 (as we affectionately call her) lying on her side away from the others in the barnyard.
This wasn't right. Her udder had grown disproportionately to her body - she-goats walk kind of funny when they're all 'bagged up' back there with milk.
We arrived to discover that she was oozing... the stream of goo coming from her backside isn't a very pleasant thing to see, but it did tell us that she was ready to give birth. So we dragged her (it took both of us) into a stall, spoiled her with alfalfa, apple treats, grain and other stuff.
However, we'd been keeping her in the same stall because we already knew it would be any day that she'd give us a kid or two. But today, Mike fed her really well and then let her out for a bit to get some sunshine and nibble on the green grass. She didn't eat much of what we gave her. This we should have noticed. She's not one to pass any food by if it's within butting distance.
So when we dragged her back into the same stall because of the goo sticking out of her hind side, we knew it would be a matter of no more than an hour when she would grace this world with another kid. Her last one died late in the year last year. We're hoping this one doesn't. We've had a great kidding season with few losses, so we're crossing fingers and toes.
Mike loves to take pictures of the goats' most intimate moments, such as, you know, giving birth. So we have a whole series of her grunts, pushes, standing up and then lying down again (repeatedly), and then finally the bubble of amniotic fluid that comes out with the kid's hooves and nose - they come out with head and hooves positioned as if for a long dive, with hands above one's head and put together, then head down for the jump.
The kid enters this world pretty slimy and screaming for food. Mom is busy cleaning it all the while and within ten minutes, it's up on its feet and ready to chow down on Mom's teats. This time, it's another male.
The kid was born at 7:45 last night and is probably the last kid of the kidding season. Last year, 71 kidded on Mike's birthday in July. She's the odd one out, as the rest of the moms usually kid in late December or in January and February.
It was molasses water (for energy), more feed and privacy for 71 and her newborn. For us, it was an early night and no movie. Perhaps tomorrow. You just never know what's going to happen from one day to the next when you live on a farm.
This morning, the rain hit just as we were leaving for work. It's likely to rain most of the morning and the goats stay in the barn during the storms and eat hay and grain. At least 71 won't be alone. She'll have 41 others to keep her company.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Advantages of an organic world without the organic hype.
Let’s face it… sometimes a household consists of two different political perspectives, two opposites that can’t agree on politics, but can still sit down to a fine meal, take walks within the confines of one’s property or simply sit out and enjoy the earth. Living without chemicals –organically, if you will, doesn’t require a political stance. It requires common sense and a love of nature. You don’t have to belong to any group or be a fanatic to make the switch and enjoy the benefits of living WITH nature and not working against her. The alternative of ugly chemicals is not practical and it's expensive, not to mention deadly to the creatures that can help you out. Life is about balance. Getting that balance for your property may take time, but it's certainly worth it.
When my gourd and vegetable plants spring from the ground, it is tempting to bring in the heavy artillery (RoundUp) to take away the weeds that pop up with them – weeds that grow faster than my plants do, no matter how much I fertilize with compost or mulch them to protect the soil from drying out with the Texas heat. But with weeds come one truism that I’ve heard from the die hard organic culture: The weeds are a good diversion for the leafhoppers, grasshoppers, cutworms, and other little buggers that tend to ruin a perfectly good harvest.
Granted, I spray my vegetable plants with Bacillus thuringiensis, or BT. Green Light puts it out in what looks like white and green oil bottles (oh, the irony). BT is found at most big box stores or nurseries and isn’t anything that requires a degree to use. It isn’t a part of any ‘system’ calling itself organic. It is simply an off-the-shelf product that could save your tomatoes and eggplants from the little creatures that like green leafy things as much as you do. I let the weeds take the hit from the bugs in the garden, not my vegetables.
I’ve also discovered something amazing after nearly four years of keeping the harsh chemicals from the farm and garden – the good bugs are taking over. Those good bugs – ladybug larvae, ladybugs, army beetles, dung beetles, frogs, lizards, etc. have returned en masse – When I see a plant with aphids, there are at least three ladybugs on that plant eating them.
Sitting out and watching the birds or the goats is one of our favorite pastimes. Because our place doesn’t stink of chemicals or perhaps because the bugs are so prevalent, we’ve seen a three-fold increase in the number of birds around – from nighthawks, caracaras, owls and woodpeckers to blue jays, bluebirds, scissor tails, mockingbirds, cardinals, Bewick’s wrens, chickadees and tufted titmice. This kind of noise pollution I can handle.
Fire ants are, of course, problematic in Texas, but we've managed to keep them out of the garden by acquiring a backpack-style sprayer and using molasses and water. It doesn’t kill them, but does keep them from building temples on my property. A couple of tablespoons of molasses to three gallons of water covers my entire garden. I did one massive spraying in February and that's lasted even to now, mid-May. Molasses is also purported to enrich the soil, as well and I need all the help I can get.
Taking walks where you can stop and smell the roses (if we had any) without the attack of fire ants makes this extra effort worthwhile.
So whoever’s in office doesn’t matter when dinner’s on the table and the food tastes like food, or when we’re taking a walk and stumble upon a bird’s nest that’s well guarded by the squawking jay or cardinal. We can stand silently, listen to the birds frantically chirping for us to leave, and not feel the nasty sting of fire ants on our feet. At least... not near the garden. And life is good. Today.
-----
ope
watching the clouded day
grace tormented ground
we hope
for the ever-elusive: hard rain.
the pulling wind sucks old air up toward
the menacing clouds
and rumbles walk behind the streaking glare
of lightning’s first approach
and as the isolated sprinkle
touches hats of straw
the wind twists and turns around
chasing our disparaging souls
inside.
When my gourd and vegetable plants spring from the ground, it is tempting to bring in the heavy artillery (RoundUp) to take away the weeds that pop up with them – weeds that grow faster than my plants do, no matter how much I fertilize with compost or mulch them to protect the soil from drying out with the Texas heat. But with weeds come one truism that I’ve heard from the die hard organic culture: The weeds are a good diversion for the leafhoppers, grasshoppers, cutworms, and other little buggers that tend to ruin a perfectly good harvest.
Granted, I spray my vegetable plants with Bacillus thuringiensis, or BT. Green Light puts it out in what looks like white and green oil bottles (oh, the irony). BT is found at most big box stores or nurseries and isn’t anything that requires a degree to use. It isn’t a part of any ‘system’ calling itself organic. It is simply an off-the-shelf product that could save your tomatoes and eggplants from the little creatures that like green leafy things as much as you do. I let the weeds take the hit from the bugs in the garden, not my vegetables.
I’ve also discovered something amazing after nearly four years of keeping the harsh chemicals from the farm and garden – the good bugs are taking over. Those good bugs – ladybug larvae, ladybugs, army beetles, dung beetles, frogs, lizards, etc. have returned en masse – When I see a plant with aphids, there are at least three ladybugs on that plant eating them.
Sitting out and watching the birds or the goats is one of our favorite pastimes. Because our place doesn’t stink of chemicals or perhaps because the bugs are so prevalent, we’ve seen a three-fold increase in the number of birds around – from nighthawks, caracaras, owls and woodpeckers to blue jays, bluebirds, scissor tails, mockingbirds, cardinals, Bewick’s wrens, chickadees and tufted titmice. This kind of noise pollution I can handle.
Fire ants are, of course, problematic in Texas, but we've managed to keep them out of the garden by acquiring a backpack-style sprayer and using molasses and water. It doesn’t kill them, but does keep them from building temples on my property. A couple of tablespoons of molasses to three gallons of water covers my entire garden. I did one massive spraying in February and that's lasted even to now, mid-May. Molasses is also purported to enrich the soil, as well and I need all the help I can get.
Taking walks where you can stop and smell the roses (if we had any) without the attack of fire ants makes this extra effort worthwhile.
So whoever’s in office doesn’t matter when dinner’s on the table and the food tastes like food, or when we’re taking a walk and stumble upon a bird’s nest that’s well guarded by the squawking jay or cardinal. We can stand silently, listen to the birds frantically chirping for us to leave, and not feel the nasty sting of fire ants on our feet. At least... not near the garden. And life is good. Today.
-----
ope
watching the clouded day
grace tormented ground
we hope
for the ever-elusive: hard rain.
the pulling wind sucks old air up toward
the menacing clouds
and rumbles walk behind the streaking glare
of lightning’s first approach
and as the isolated sprinkle
touches hats of straw
the wind twists and turns around
chasing our disparaging souls
inside.
Monday, April 28, 2008
On April 5th we took a pleasant day off from the farm (after feeding all the animals) and went to pick up our shiny new dairy goat, Geraldine. She is a now two month old Nubian doeling. A very happy, spunky girl. She sat on Kristi's lap for the 2 hour trip home nibbling on a handful of grasses that we plucked from the side of the road. To economize on fuel we combined the trip with stopping in Navasota to pick up our first package of bees. We are now budding beekeepers!
Geraldine behaved herself in the potty department for the entire trip. That is, until we got home and I had stopped the truck, went around to open the door for Kristi and Geraldine and at that moment she began peeing on the seat. Sigh. You can take the goat out of the barnyard, but you can't take the barnyard out of the goat. You can quote me on that. In the few weeks we have had her she has had to go though many changes. Introduced to a different farm, different fields, different goats, barn et al. She has held up remarkably well. While we have done our best to protect her, the nature of goats to a new member of the herd is to show her who's boss. That means she gets butted around some. As far as I know she's been knocked down twice. We've stopped a bunch of hits and fortunately the butts have settled down. after 3 weeks she is pretty much a member of the herd and is with them as they move from field to field.
She was a bottle baby and we didn't want to add to her stress by abruptly changing her diet at the same time as moving her, so she stayed on the bottle. Each morning and afternoon she would get a nice warm bottle of our baby goat formula. That includes 1/2 whole milk, 1/4 buttermilk and 1/4 milk replacer. This mixture helps to prevent scours and they like it. The downside is it's expensive and we had 3 bottle babies going at the same time. It seems like we were running to the store every other day for milk. Slowly we began to wean off all 3 babies. 1 went quickly. He's a wether and while he was the biggest of the 3, he was mostly weaned to pasture anyway. Since he was sharing a bottle with the other wether, the bottle was pretty much empty by the time he got his turn. Geraldine was easy. To help ease her into the herd and help her become familiar with the herd and surroundings, I attached her bottle holder to the milking stand. She would stand up there with her bottle and was able to watch and hear the feeding frenzy in the barn. One day I left the bottle in the tack room and gave her a cup of grain. There was a little confusion on her part but all by herself she began eating grain. She is so prim and proper that she would take one tiny little piece at a time, chew it thoroughly and swallow before taking the next piece. The other goats take huge mouthfuls and I don't see much chewing going on. Of course, they have competition (40 goats are getting only a half bucket of grain) but goats take great pleasure in bashing each other during feeding time. Eating seems secondary. So all the babies are weaned now. Only the smallest wether has had trouble adjusting. He still comes around and tries to suck on fingers, clothing, shoes, the barn, stall bars and anything else get can get his lips on.
A week before we went to collect the goat and bees Kristi hurt her back. It was my fault. At the end of a long hard day of work I wanted to get one last thing done. I wanted to remove some field fencing that had been wired to the electric fencing between the house and garden. This would improve the appearance and view which nice, but my main goal was weedwacking. The weeds grow quickly here and I use a string trimmer to keep them down. The string however seems magnetically attracted to the wire of the field fencing. So I can't get very close to it. and since most of the weeds grew right at the fenceline a lot would go untrimmed and the fence looked unsightly.
I had detached the field fencing and laid it down on the ground. The fencing was longer than the width of the field (it had gone around a corner at one end) and I needed to pull it out straight before I could roll it up. It was about 80 feet long and with the early spring weeds it was too much for me alone to move it. So I was pulling the whole thing while Kristi was jockying it around a corner so it wouldn't get hung up. At some point during this exercise, she pulled a muscle in a bad way. From that point on she was in pain for about 6 weeks!
Kristi was hardly able to move when we left to go pick up the goat and bees. I'd have done it myself, but she would have none of that. She had to be right in the middle of it. While the drive out and back went well, there was a minor problem. We now had a package of bees. A package of bees is a small portable screened room with food and separate quarters for the queen. The package contains 11,000 bees. Kristi was the one who was going to be the beekeeper. I was interested, but she was going to do the handling. With her back the way it was she couldn't run away if anything went wrong ( like if she dropped the whole package). So I got to do the handling. We had all the stuff. Bee veil - the metal mesh hood that prevents bees from crawling into your nose and ears. We had a suit. Gloves. A smoker to *calm* the bees (yeah, right). Our hive was set up and ready. So I put the veil on and installed the bees. The way you install bees follows.
First you remove a wooden or in our case cardboard cover from the package this exposes a soup can that contains sugar syrup. Fast food for bees. It takes a lot of food to keep 11,000 bees fed. I removed the can and that exposed the queens cage and also it made a large opening that bees could get out through. I removed the queens cage with my bare fingers. I put the cardboard cover back over the hole to keep the bees from escaping before I was ready for them. Kristi was snapping pictures from a safe distance. The queens cage was completely covered with bees. There must have been a hundred bees on it. You couldn't see into the cage because of all the bees. Carefully I got out my pocket knife and removed the tiny cork that prevents the queen from getting out. I then placed the queens cage into the hive and fastened it into place. She can now come out when ever she wants to.
The next step was fun. I read the instructions for this step several times to be SURE I had it right. Once again I removed the cover from the package. the bees were buzzing loudly. I then whacked the package of 11,000 bees on the ground to dislodge them from the top of the cage, turned it upside down and proceeded to shake the bees out of the package into the hive. This is where I had to stifle the "run away now" reflex. When I had most of them out, or when I couldn't stand it anymore - that whole part is a fog- I carefully inserted some frames into the hive, they had been removed earlier to create enough room for all the bees. Then I slowly, to avoid crushing them-that can make them mad- put the cover back on top of the hive. I left the package in front of the hive with the opening of the package facing the opening of the hive. I then stepped slowly away and removed the veil. Whew. We sat there for hours watching as the bees from the package slowly made their way out and over to the hive.
How many times did I get stung?
Not once.
Geraldine behaved herself in the potty department for the entire trip. That is, until we got home and I had stopped the truck, went around to open the door for Kristi and Geraldine and at that moment she began peeing on the seat. Sigh. You can take the goat out of the barnyard, but you can't take the barnyard out of the goat. You can quote me on that. In the few weeks we have had her she has had to go though many changes. Introduced to a different farm, different fields, different goats, barn et al. She has held up remarkably well. While we have done our best to protect her, the nature of goats to a new member of the herd is to show her who's boss. That means she gets butted around some. As far as I know she's been knocked down twice. We've stopped a bunch of hits and fortunately the butts have settled down. after 3 weeks she is pretty much a member of the herd and is with them as they move from field to field.
She was a bottle baby and we didn't want to add to her stress by abruptly changing her diet at the same time as moving her, so she stayed on the bottle. Each morning and afternoon she would get a nice warm bottle of our baby goat formula. That includes 1/2 whole milk, 1/4 buttermilk and 1/4 milk replacer. This mixture helps to prevent scours and they like it. The downside is it's expensive and we had 3 bottle babies going at the same time. It seems like we were running to the store every other day for milk. Slowly we began to wean off all 3 babies. 1 went quickly. He's a wether and while he was the biggest of the 3, he was mostly weaned to pasture anyway. Since he was sharing a bottle with the other wether, the bottle was pretty much empty by the time he got his turn. Geraldine was easy. To help ease her into the herd and help her become familiar with the herd and surroundings, I attached her bottle holder to the milking stand. She would stand up there with her bottle and was able to watch and hear the feeding frenzy in the barn. One day I left the bottle in the tack room and gave her a cup of grain. There was a little confusion on her part but all by herself she began eating grain. She is so prim and proper that she would take one tiny little piece at a time, chew it thoroughly and swallow before taking the next piece. The other goats take huge mouthfuls and I don't see much chewing going on. Of course, they have competition (40 goats are getting only a half bucket of grain) but goats take great pleasure in bashing each other during feeding time. Eating seems secondary. So all the babies are weaned now. Only the smallest wether has had trouble adjusting. He still comes around and tries to suck on fingers, clothing, shoes, the barn, stall bars and anything else get can get his lips on.
A week before we went to collect the goat and bees Kristi hurt her back. It was my fault. At the end of a long hard day of work I wanted to get one last thing done. I wanted to remove some field fencing that had been wired to the electric fencing between the house and garden. This would improve the appearance and view which nice, but my main goal was weedwacking. The weeds grow quickly here and I use a string trimmer to keep them down. The string however seems magnetically attracted to the wire of the field fencing. So I can't get very close to it. and since most of the weeds grew right at the fenceline a lot would go untrimmed and the fence looked unsightly.
I had detached the field fencing and laid it down on the ground. The fencing was longer than the width of the field (it had gone around a corner at one end) and I needed to pull it out straight before I could roll it up. It was about 80 feet long and with the early spring weeds it was too much for me alone to move it. So I was pulling the whole thing while Kristi was jockying it around a corner so it wouldn't get hung up. At some point during this exercise, she pulled a muscle in a bad way. From that point on she was in pain for about 6 weeks!
Kristi was hardly able to move when we left to go pick up the goat and bees. I'd have done it myself, but she would have none of that. She had to be right in the middle of it. While the drive out and back went well, there was a minor problem. We now had a package of bees. A package of bees is a small portable screened room with food and separate quarters for the queen. The package contains 11,000 bees. Kristi was the one who was going to be the beekeeper. I was interested, but she was going to do the handling. With her back the way it was she couldn't run away if anything went wrong ( like if she dropped the whole package). So I got to do the handling. We had all the stuff. Bee veil - the metal mesh hood that prevents bees from crawling into your nose and ears. We had a suit. Gloves. A smoker to *calm* the bees (yeah, right). Our hive was set up and ready. So I put the veil on and installed the bees. The way you install bees follows.
First you remove a wooden or in our case cardboard cover from the package this exposes a soup can that contains sugar syrup. Fast food for bees. It takes a lot of food to keep 11,000 bees fed. I removed the can and that exposed the queens cage and also it made a large opening that bees could get out through. I removed the queens cage with my bare fingers. I put the cardboard cover back over the hole to keep the bees from escaping before I was ready for them. Kristi was snapping pictures from a safe distance. The queens cage was completely covered with bees. There must have been a hundred bees on it. You couldn't see into the cage because of all the bees. Carefully I got out my pocket knife and removed the tiny cork that prevents the queen from getting out. I then placed the queens cage into the hive and fastened it into place. She can now come out when ever she wants to.
The next step was fun. I read the instructions for this step several times to be SURE I had it right. Once again I removed the cover from the package. the bees were buzzing loudly. I then whacked the package of 11,000 bees on the ground to dislodge them from the top of the cage, turned it upside down and proceeded to shake the bees out of the package into the hive. This is where I had to stifle the "run away now" reflex. When I had most of them out, or when I couldn't stand it anymore - that whole part is a fog- I carefully inserted some frames into the hive, they had been removed earlier to create enough room for all the bees. Then I slowly, to avoid crushing them-that can make them mad- put the cover back on top of the hive. I left the package in front of the hive with the opening of the package facing the opening of the hive. I then stepped slowly away and removed the veil. Whew. We sat there for hours watching as the bees from the package slowly made their way out and over to the hive.
How many times did I get stung?
Not once.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Kidding season 2008
Kids kids kids. Lots of kids. Since January 25th we have had 11 baby goats born. It's been busy. Of course the goats did most of the work. But there are times when they need help.
First was 201 who gave us a nice big buckling. It was born with about 4 feet of umbilical wrapped around it. We didn't think anything of it and when it dropped off 3 days later all was well. But day 4 the kid just layed around sleeping. Not much activity. Day 5 it started shaking and shivering. I took it to the vet on day 6. So our $20.00 goat cost us $120.00 in vet fees. The baby had an infection due to the umbilical (and what it was dragged around through). We administered antibiotics, milk and fluids. We made sure it was comfortabe, even having it in the house (a VERY rare treat for any of our creatures) We even began milking the goats, which we hadn't done before to get it colostrum. The milk-benefical bacteria mixture that is present in the milk of a new mom. After all our efforts on day 8 the baby died.
Next up was 5. 5 is a smallish Spanish (mixed breed) goat. Very hardy, doesn't require much effort to maintain. Usually. Kristi was home from work sick on Monday the 28th of January. 5 went into labor in the morning and it was quickly apparent that something was wrong. The normal way a goat is born is that a water sac appears, then a front hoof or two and then the nose. In this case 5 had been pushing for a half hour and the kid's head was out but the feet weren't Kristi was able to get her fingers inside of 5, find the legs and get them to come out and then she gently pulled the kid out. She saved the kid and likely the mom too. Kid and mom are both fine. Another buckling.
6 was next also on the 28th. Even though they usually don't follow any numerical order. A perfectly normal birth and a big perfectly normal buckling.
12 had a small buckling on the 29th. She's a good mom. Had the baby all cleaned up and ready to show the herd in an hour.
9 had twins very quickly on January 31st. I say quickly because I was watching the goats and thought she was being awfully chatty for her. We went to watch a British comedy on DVD. So 40 minutes later we go back to check and she has had twins! One male and one female.
On February 1st 215 kidded. Our first twins of the year. One was slightly larger than the other and the smaller one had both rear legs bent backwards at the joints. It looke painful and the kid was just basically dragging them around. 215 didn't like the look of that so she was rejecting it. So we would supplement the kids feed with our "new kid" formula. Watching the new kid is is getting to feed from 215 but is isn't her favored kid. We think she'll condescend to take care of it.
Now it's 213's turn on the 2nd. She took about a half hour. She strained mightily to get the first one out. She was up instantly taking care of it and the second kid just plopped out on the ground unnoticed. She is taking care of both. Two males I think. I'll have to double check that. One oddity about 213's kids is that Delores, one of our rare named goats has taken a fancy to it. She follows it around sniffing. She lets it try to nurse even though she's dry. She's pregnant but not due for a month or so.
Today it was Blank's turn. When I went to feed the animals at 4:40 this morning she was laying down outside the barn in the same spot she was last night. That's a little unusual but not too weird. I fed everybody and she stayed out there instead of coming in to eat. Now THAT'S weird! I took her a scoop of food and looked at her butt. She had the amber goo coming out. So she's ready to kid! Kristi had come out to the barn by that time, no doubt wondering what was taking me so long. She was able to help me wrestle blank into a stall. Blank got a huge bowl of food and treats for her trouble. When we got home from work she had popped out twins! Both are big kids. She even cleaned up the afterbirth for me.
Next up I think will be 8. I put her in a stall this evening.
First was 201 who gave us a nice big buckling. It was born with about 4 feet of umbilical wrapped around it. We didn't think anything of it and when it dropped off 3 days later all was well. But day 4 the kid just layed around sleeping. Not much activity. Day 5 it started shaking and shivering. I took it to the vet on day 6. So our $20.00 goat cost us $120.00 in vet fees. The baby had an infection due to the umbilical (and what it was dragged around through). We administered antibiotics, milk and fluids. We made sure it was comfortabe, even having it in the house (a VERY rare treat for any of our creatures) We even began milking the goats, which we hadn't done before to get it colostrum. The milk-benefical bacteria mixture that is present in the milk of a new mom. After all our efforts on day 8 the baby died.
Next up was 5. 5 is a smallish Spanish (mixed breed) goat. Very hardy, doesn't require much effort to maintain. Usually. Kristi was home from work sick on Monday the 28th of January. 5 went into labor in the morning and it was quickly apparent that something was wrong. The normal way a goat is born is that a water sac appears, then a front hoof or two and then the nose. In this case 5 had been pushing for a half hour and the kid's head was out but the feet weren't Kristi was able to get her fingers inside of 5, find the legs and get them to come out and then she gently pulled the kid out. She saved the kid and likely the mom too. Kid and mom are both fine. Another buckling.
6 was next also on the 28th. Even though they usually don't follow any numerical order. A perfectly normal birth and a big perfectly normal buckling.
12 had a small buckling on the 29th. She's a good mom. Had the baby all cleaned up and ready to show the herd in an hour.
9 had twins very quickly on January 31st. I say quickly because I was watching the goats and thought she was being awfully chatty for her. We went to watch a British comedy on DVD. So 40 minutes later we go back to check and she has had twins! One male and one female.
On February 1st 215 kidded. Our first twins of the year. One was slightly larger than the other and the smaller one had both rear legs bent backwards at the joints. It looke painful and the kid was just basically dragging them around. 215 didn't like the look of that so she was rejecting it. So we would supplement the kids feed with our "new kid" formula. Watching the new kid is is getting to feed from 215 but is isn't her favored kid. We think she'll condescend to take care of it.
Now it's 213's turn on the 2nd. She took about a half hour. She strained mightily to get the first one out. She was up instantly taking care of it and the second kid just plopped out on the ground unnoticed. She is taking care of both. Two males I think. I'll have to double check that. One oddity about 213's kids is that Delores, one of our rare named goats has taken a fancy to it. She follows it around sniffing. She lets it try to nurse even though she's dry. She's pregnant but not due for a month or so.
Today it was Blank's turn. When I went to feed the animals at 4:40 this morning she was laying down outside the barn in the same spot she was last night. That's a little unusual but not too weird. I fed everybody and she stayed out there instead of coming in to eat. Now THAT'S weird! I took her a scoop of food and looked at her butt. She had the amber goo coming out. So she's ready to kid! Kristi had come out to the barn by that time, no doubt wondering what was taking me so long. She was able to help me wrestle blank into a stall. Blank got a huge bowl of food and treats for her trouble. When we got home from work she had popped out twins! Both are big kids. She even cleaned up the afterbirth for me.
Next up I think will be 8. I put her in a stall this evening.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Canned alive
8 pints pasta sauce. Three more trays of sun-dried going into the hopper. My advice to those who would can fresh tomatoes or processed ones.. when squeezing the seeds out of them after parboiling and peeling them, SMELL the tomatoes. If they smell 'off' or not like a tomato is supposed to smell, then throw it to the chickens.. or, uh, put it in the compost bin. They're not going to make your sauces taste as good as they could. We've had a lot of rain and picking tomatoes when they're just turning orangish or reddish is best, as they will ripen just perfectly off the vine and taste just as good, despite the fallacy of the marketing hype that tells us all that only vine-ripened tomatoes are worth eating. Bah!
Planted twelve pepper plants that were in small containers and not doing so well. Mike had prepped a 4 x 4 area and I added finished compost to the top of it and then stuck the plants in that. It's been raining so water will come from the top and let the water take the nutrients from the compost down into the soil where the roots stretch.
Also added compost to the watermelon and the gourd plants just outside the garden. I saw one of the apple gourd plants today that I planted in the specialty gourd area and it had a tiny little apple gourd on it! Woo hoo!!!!
For harvesting gourds, you have to wait until they dry or the stem turns brown before you pick it, otherwise the gourd will pucker and the whole thing will rot. Once the stem is dead, the gourd itself has also begun to dry and won't rot after you remove it from the vine. I could also just leave them in the field and let them dry, but I don't. I use the greenhouse during the late summer just to dry gourds. The greenhouse, at that point, is too hot for anything else.
While I was doing the inside work on the tomatoes today, I thought of this beautiful woman who is about to embark on the journey of her life. She is going to homestead in Virginia. I was thinking back to a time when we were doing all the stuff to prepare ourselves for farm life. We bought a cream separator (and used it, but ironically, not on the farm, yet). We had chickens in a fancy neighborhood until the roosters started to crow and we had to off them. We grew a small (18 foot by 14 foot) garden and learned to can stuff. We learned how to test the soil and how to make compost and compost tea... and a lot more. We were preparing, but nothing can prepare you for farm life, really, unless you were born on a farm. Luckily, this woman will have had some experience as a child on a farm and be better prepared than we were. My bones ache just thinking about what she's up against.
Tired.
Planted twelve pepper plants that were in small containers and not doing so well. Mike had prepped a 4 x 4 area and I added finished compost to the top of it and then stuck the plants in that. It's been raining so water will come from the top and let the water take the nutrients from the compost down into the soil where the roots stretch.
Also added compost to the watermelon and the gourd plants just outside the garden. I saw one of the apple gourd plants today that I planted in the specialty gourd area and it had a tiny little apple gourd on it! Woo hoo!!!!
For harvesting gourds, you have to wait until they dry or the stem turns brown before you pick it, otherwise the gourd will pucker and the whole thing will rot. Once the stem is dead, the gourd itself has also begun to dry and won't rot after you remove it from the vine. I could also just leave them in the field and let them dry, but I don't. I use the greenhouse during the late summer just to dry gourds. The greenhouse, at that point, is too hot for anything else.
While I was doing the inside work on the tomatoes today, I thought of this beautiful woman who is about to embark on the journey of her life. She is going to homestead in Virginia. I was thinking back to a time when we were doing all the stuff to prepare ourselves for farm life. We bought a cream separator (and used it, but ironically, not on the farm, yet). We had chickens in a fancy neighborhood until the roosters started to crow and we had to off them. We grew a small (18 foot by 14 foot) garden and learned to can stuff. We learned how to test the soil and how to make compost and compost tea... and a lot more. We were preparing, but nothing can prepare you for farm life, really, unless you were born on a farm. Luckily, this woman will have had some experience as a child on a farm and be better prepared than we were. My bones ache just thinking about what she's up against.
Tired.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
gourdacious grounds and then there's more.
Saturday: 5 pints tomato/spaghetti sauce. 10 jars (1/4 pints mostly) sun-dried tomatoes. Two more batches in the hopper.
Sunday: 6 pints salsa - combining the stuff I made a few days ago but didn't can, with the hot mix I did today. EXcellent flavor combined. Salsa fresca and cooked salsa together.
On Saturday, I put compost on a bunch more gourd plants. The gourd society here is pretty picky about their gourds and if I don't get them thick enough, I'll be run out on a rail. Which is what happens at their meetings, and which is why I don't go to them any more.
Most of the plants are doing okay, but the ones in good soil by the house and in the garden (where they shouldn't be) are so healthy that I know the gourds need this extra boost of compost. I also took a smelly, maggot-infested container of natural fertilizer that had been soaked with rain and will add a bunch more water to it, then sprinkle the fields with it.
Mike cleaned out the barn on Saturday and fixed a few things like the front-yard-gourd-area-to-the-street-fencing. Then we were able to move the orange portable fence out further and watched the goats go nuts over the new area to browse and eat.
On the ground, underneath where the broody hen was nesting (she had only one egg this morning, but about ten the day before - which means we need to set our trap again and catch the possum or raccoon that's been getting them), Mike found a snakeskin, probably from a rat snake or corn snake. We have a few snakes around these parts.
Today, Sunday, I've made a cooked salsa by throwing things in that I know go with it. I also look online for recipes, but never use them, only cooking times, ideas about what goes in them and general prep instructions from many sources. This is how I think the Internet is most useful. A ton of ideas from which to create your own unique flavors. Also making lemon bars and since baking is much more a science sometimes than an art, I use a real recipe and just one.
Mike is making tomato bread (what else!) and smoked some tomatoes on the grill, then let me have them to dry. They smell wonderful and fill the house with the smell of oak wood.
One of our little goats, Thirty, which is Ten's kid, is having problems with worms, so Mike and I wormed it. Mama goat, who we thought we gave a good dose of worming stuff to before, seems to have worms again. Poopy butt, swollen jowls, lethargy. All signs of an unhealthy goat.
In the afternoon, we got another fifty feet of fencing installed, pulling down the old field fence and attempting to put up newer stuff. This ridiculous neighbor ( a mile down the road a bit) stopped by -- mind you, many people stop by to give us reports like "I've been here 27 years and never seen nuthin' lahk it.." or, "this flood was really unusual". All reports amount to the same thing -- that the flash flood we had wasn't typical. But THIS lady... "this fence goes down every single year..." Uh. Huh. Mind you, we've been here three years and only once has this happened and everyone else says it hasn't happened for a long time. The lady had expensive hair, a nice car and one of those really fake smiles that say, "I don't belong in the country".
We are both exhausted, but managed to go to Home Depot, to the grocery store and to Tractor Supply to pick up some goat feed. Mike is making chicken wings for dinner and I just don't know how he has the energy to do it.
On the way home, heading down the driveway to the house, we watched the goats. They have access to the area we set up that goes beyond where they were able to eat but have not gone out there all day. This is probably because they don't have to go far to eat grass. But they were, at the end of the day, in this newly created area. We think that because they weren't allowed to go into it until yesterday late in the day, they just didn't go there in the morning. Creatures of habit, they are.
Sunday: 6 pints salsa - combining the stuff I made a few days ago but didn't can, with the hot mix I did today. EXcellent flavor combined. Salsa fresca and cooked salsa together.
On Saturday, I put compost on a bunch more gourd plants. The gourd society here is pretty picky about their gourds and if I don't get them thick enough, I'll be run out on a rail. Which is what happens at their meetings, and which is why I don't go to them any more.
Most of the plants are doing okay, but the ones in good soil by the house and in the garden (where they shouldn't be) are so healthy that I know the gourds need this extra boost of compost. I also took a smelly, maggot-infested container of natural fertilizer that had been soaked with rain and will add a bunch more water to it, then sprinkle the fields with it.
Mike cleaned out the barn on Saturday and fixed a few things like the front-yard-gourd-area-to-the-street-fencing. Then we were able to move the orange portable fence out further and watched the goats go nuts over the new area to browse and eat.
On the ground, underneath where the broody hen was nesting (she had only one egg this morning, but about ten the day before - which means we need to set our trap again and catch the possum or raccoon that's been getting them), Mike found a snakeskin, probably from a rat snake or corn snake. We have a few snakes around these parts.
Today, Sunday, I've made a cooked salsa by throwing things in that I know go with it. I also look online for recipes, but never use them, only cooking times, ideas about what goes in them and general prep instructions from many sources. This is how I think the Internet is most useful. A ton of ideas from which to create your own unique flavors. Also making lemon bars and since baking is much more a science sometimes than an art, I use a real recipe and just one.
Mike is making tomato bread (what else!) and smoked some tomatoes on the grill, then let me have them to dry. They smell wonderful and fill the house with the smell of oak wood.
One of our little goats, Thirty, which is Ten's kid, is having problems with worms, so Mike and I wormed it. Mama goat, who we thought we gave a good dose of worming stuff to before, seems to have worms again. Poopy butt, swollen jowls, lethargy. All signs of an unhealthy goat.
In the afternoon, we got another fifty feet of fencing installed, pulling down the old field fence and attempting to put up newer stuff. This ridiculous neighbor ( a mile down the road a bit) stopped by -- mind you, many people stop by to give us reports like "I've been here 27 years and never seen nuthin' lahk it.." or, "this flood was really unusual". All reports amount to the same thing -- that the flash flood we had wasn't typical. But THIS lady... "this fence goes down every single year..." Uh. Huh. Mind you, we've been here three years and only once has this happened and everyone else says it hasn't happened for a long time. The lady had expensive hair, a nice car and one of those really fake smiles that say, "I don't belong in the country".
We are both exhausted, but managed to go to Home Depot, to the grocery store and to Tractor Supply to pick up some goat feed. Mike is making chicken wings for dinner and I just don't know how he has the energy to do it.
On the way home, heading down the driveway to the house, we watched the goats. They have access to the area we set up that goes beyond where they were able to eat but have not gone out there all day. This is probably because they don't have to go far to eat grass. But they were, at the end of the day, in this newly created area. We think that because they weren't allowed to go into it until yesterday late in the day, they just didn't go there in the morning. Creatures of habit, they are.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
7 pints salsa
5 half-pints sun-dried tomatoes and one more sheet drying. The dehydrator we're using will not be able to keep up. Luckily, I inherited one a few years ago and will be using that one, as well soon, if our tomato crops keep producing like they are now.
Last year, I was busy doing stuff for the sesquicentennial at the school where I work. Of course, that meant that the farm suffered immeasurably since I was not around and not processing what we had grown and not tending to the growth in the field. There were times when I had to throw out many of the tomatoes because they were rotting on the counter. But not this year.
Mike asked me to count the tomato plants we have this year and I laughed. This year, I cut all the bottom leaves off so the plants would grow tall. By the time they did, we had not yet put the cages on them (which would have been a bust, I think, considering how big the plants are and how much fruit is on them. The small cages that I used for a few of them are just bent over with the weight of the fruit this year). So the sprawling plants, ladened with goodness, take over the garden, produce so much that I'm running to keep up with it. I think he wants to quantify what others know as a tomato plant, but it's hard to do when the tomato plants are producing probably twice or three times what someone else's plants would do.
I will probably do a few more batches of salsa then switch to spaghetti sauce. These are things we use a ton of during the year, although we haven't had spaghetti in a long time. I think it's too common a food for Mike. :) Or maybe he had too much of it as a kid. I know I did. But the same sauce we can use for his homemade pizzas and that's worth it. He's such a good cook and what I offer up to the whole cooking business is my uncanny ability to can ably. Say that ten times fast.
I also provide many of the herbs we use, both dried and fresh. And, of course, I planted the garden with plants I grew from seed while Mike did the peripheral stuff, like build huge compost piles for me and do the tractor work to prep the fields. It all works and we work very well together.
Now, if we could only get some raw milk for cheesemaking.
5 half-pints sun-dried tomatoes and one more sheet drying. The dehydrator we're using will not be able to keep up. Luckily, I inherited one a few years ago and will be using that one, as well soon, if our tomato crops keep producing like they are now.
Last year, I was busy doing stuff for the sesquicentennial at the school where I work. Of course, that meant that the farm suffered immeasurably since I was not around and not processing what we had grown and not tending to the growth in the field. There were times when I had to throw out many of the tomatoes because they were rotting on the counter. But not this year.
Mike asked me to count the tomato plants we have this year and I laughed. This year, I cut all the bottom leaves off so the plants would grow tall. By the time they did, we had not yet put the cages on them (which would have been a bust, I think, considering how big the plants are and how much fruit is on them. The small cages that I used for a few of them are just bent over with the weight of the fruit this year). So the sprawling plants, ladened with goodness, take over the garden, produce so much that I'm running to keep up with it. I think he wants to quantify what others know as a tomato plant, but it's hard to do when the tomato plants are producing probably twice or three times what someone else's plants would do.
I will probably do a few more batches of salsa then switch to spaghetti sauce. These are things we use a ton of during the year, although we haven't had spaghetti in a long time. I think it's too common a food for Mike. :) Or maybe he had too much of it as a kid. I know I did. But the same sauce we can use for his homemade pizzas and that's worth it. He's such a good cook and what I offer up to the whole cooking business is my uncanny ability to can ably. Say that ten times fast.
I also provide many of the herbs we use, both dried and fresh. And, of course, I planted the garden with plants I grew from seed while Mike did the peripheral stuff, like build huge compost piles for me and do the tractor work to prep the fields. It all works and we work very well together.
Now, if we could only get some raw milk for cheesemaking.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
6 half-pints sun-dried tomatoes.
Gathered about 15 lbs of tomatoes this time. Processed about seven pounds, which includes parboiling and then squeezing the juice and the seeds out of them.
Cut and put into the dehydrator another two trays of tomato halves, with salt and home-dried herbs. The six half-pints came from four trays processed yesterday.
Mike prepped the salsa that will be canned this evening (against his will).
I came home yesterday to find that one of the goats -- Eight's kid, wasn't around. Her other, older kid was lying with her, but the whether with the whiter head born late last year wasn't. I looked around, circling the barn about three times. Only the other goats of the same age and body size are females and tagged -- 26 and 32, specifically, were there. I fed the goats and fowl, then headed for the back backwoods (versus the woods directly behind the house) always scanning the landscape for a white and brown goat body, this one being about 50 pounds worth. They're easy to spot if they want to be spotted. Otherwise, they disappear. After traveling through many spider webs and discovering that the whole place is overgrown again and the wood Mike cut last year is still on the ground in the far back, I headed back to the house, noting that the trash from March's flood was still on the ground, as well. Picking it up is on my growing list of things to do.
The kid wasn't anywhere to be found and I was about to scan the front area where the goats are not currently allowed when it just showed up. Don't know where it was, but it was confounding that it just appeared, to say the least. It's too hot to bury another goat right now and I just don't have the energy.
Watched more LOTR and washed several loads of dishes after processing and canning tomatoes. Another 30 lbs of tomatoes sits on our counter, ripening.
Gathered about 15 lbs of tomatoes this time. Processed about seven pounds, which includes parboiling and then squeezing the juice and the seeds out of them.
Cut and put into the dehydrator another two trays of tomato halves, with salt and home-dried herbs. The six half-pints came from four trays processed yesterday.
Mike prepped the salsa that will be canned this evening (against his will).
I came home yesterday to find that one of the goats -- Eight's kid, wasn't around. Her other, older kid was lying with her, but the whether with the whiter head born late last year wasn't. I looked around, circling the barn about three times. Only the other goats of the same age and body size are females and tagged -- 26 and 32, specifically, were there. I fed the goats and fowl, then headed for the back backwoods (versus the woods directly behind the house) always scanning the landscape for a white and brown goat body, this one being about 50 pounds worth. They're easy to spot if they want to be spotted. Otherwise, they disappear. After traveling through many spider webs and discovering that the whole place is overgrown again and the wood Mike cut last year is still on the ground in the far back, I headed back to the house, noting that the trash from March's flood was still on the ground, as well. Picking it up is on my growing list of things to do.
The kid wasn't anywhere to be found and I was about to scan the front area where the goats are not currently allowed when it just showed up. Don't know where it was, but it was confounding that it just appeared, to say the least. It's too hot to bury another goat right now and I just don't have the energy.
Watched more LOTR and washed several loads of dishes after processing and canning tomatoes. Another 30 lbs of tomatoes sits on our counter, ripening.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
black sweat pants, stickerbur dance.
Farm life is beginning to be easier, but only after three years of being here. Every evening, Mike and I sit and ponder this fact, ponder life or the universe or other stuff, but of course, that involves sitting outside with the goats, or with the dog and various chickens scratching around and sometimes a peacock checking us out. Today, all the creatures want to be around us - especially since we have chips and my homemade salsa, but most particularly, the corn chips. Corn is a universal food, loved by all and eaten by nearly evrything on the planet in one form or another. It's very popular with our breeds. I just wish I could grow it successfully.
But that's another story.
Farm life is good because of the fields of gourds and literally tons of vegetables which happen to be mostly tomatoes and peppers at the moment (with errant gourds growing in and around them, as well) . It's a good life, too, because the animals are all pretty healthy.
We have the growing of tomatoes down.. that we have. It's the weed populations and it's why the black plastic didn't work and it's what we need to do next year that's eating us -- and all the bugaboos that we have to work out next year. All these improvements from last year creates a mysterious mix of success that we have and continue to have, but yet, never really have totally. For example, had the weeds not taken over, had the gourds ALL germinated properly, had we had the sprinklers set right.. you know the drill... something can always be done a bit better.
But it's always an adventure.
In the Texas heat - mild for this time of year, it's eighty degrees outside but feels 100 with the humiidty-rampant air that sucks the last breath out of you and leaves you wringing out your shirt in the yard to dispense with the water/sweat accumulations.
Today, I planted about a fourth of the first part of the 'acre' of gourds again today while Mike repaired fences. The germination wasn't what it should have been and the blank spaces in the field need to be filled in. I know that in Texas, you don't plant anything past the first of July and expect it not to fry in the summer heat, so I'm running out of gourd-growing time.
I also added compost to many of the existing gourd plants that seem to be a bit puny. Hopefully, they'll come around before it's too hot and begin their long, long vines that will stretch, eventually, across the full acre. We have great compost, piles of it, in fact, but it does no good if it's not sitting on top of some plant or the other.
I have been feeling the effects of the steroids that are used to combat poison ivy (Dexamethazone) and frankly, have lost a large part of the last two weeks because I've been so out of it. The drugs make me crazy, make me pant and panic a lot, tend to make me feel 'drunk' and make me act like someone I'm not.
The nurse I called on Friday felt like I needed to go to the hospital emergency room in Bastrop because I simply ca told her how the drugs were screwing me up. She had already told Mike that I shouldn't drive and should not do anything else, for that matter, except drink lots of fluids. I called the doctor's office simply because I could, for the first time, do this without wanting to bite their heads off for what they did to me.
I drove home the back way on Friday -- and barely, really, made it without killing someone or myself. Or maiming someone since I know I'd go to jail if I did anything more.
But alas, the effects of this fiasco are almost over. I will never, ever call the doctor on a weekend. Somehow I think they were punishing me because I interrupted their dinnertime and thus gave me these potent steroids for retribution. You don't want to mess with their dating time.
Anyway, back to the farm. We seem to have a bead on the goats' health and that's important. And it's Father's day, so Mike's on the phone with his dad, no doubt regaling him of all the things of the farm, since Mike's dad lived on a farm in his youth.. and soon it will be time to make dinner. And then relax for the rest of the evening. Or finish the second DVD of the Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring long version. Both my parents passed away in the last ten years, so there's no need to call anyone. Game over, obligation over. I miss them both, especially my father. Take care of yours. It's an important lesson to learn, but you don't have to learn much. Honor those who brought you to this world and love them for who they are, not for what you think they should have been.
But that's another story.
Farm life is good because of the fields of gourds and literally tons of vegetables which happen to be mostly tomatoes and peppers at the moment (with errant gourds growing in and around them, as well) . It's a good life, too, because the animals are all pretty healthy.
We have the growing of tomatoes down.. that we have. It's the weed populations and it's why the black plastic didn't work and it's what we need to do next year that's eating us -- and all the bugaboos that we have to work out next year. All these improvements from last year creates a mysterious mix of success that we have and continue to have, but yet, never really have totally. For example, had the weeds not taken over, had the gourds ALL germinated properly, had we had the sprinklers set right.. you know the drill... something can always be done a bit better.
But it's always an adventure.
In the Texas heat - mild for this time of year, it's eighty degrees outside but feels 100 with the humiidty-rampant air that sucks the last breath out of you and leaves you wringing out your shirt in the yard to dispense with the water/sweat accumulations.
Today, I planted about a fourth of the first part of the 'acre' of gourds again today while Mike repaired fences. The germination wasn't what it should have been and the blank spaces in the field need to be filled in. I know that in Texas, you don't plant anything past the first of July and expect it not to fry in the summer heat, so I'm running out of gourd-growing time.
I also added compost to many of the existing gourd plants that seem to be a bit puny. Hopefully, they'll come around before it's too hot and begin their long, long vines that will stretch, eventually, across the full acre. We have great compost, piles of it, in fact, but it does no good if it's not sitting on top of some plant or the other.
I have been feeling the effects of the steroids that are used to combat poison ivy (Dexamethazone) and frankly, have lost a large part of the last two weeks because I've been so out of it. The drugs make me crazy, make me pant and panic a lot, tend to make me feel 'drunk' and make me act like someone I'm not.
The nurse I called on Friday felt like I needed to go to the hospital emergency room in Bastrop because I simply ca told her how the drugs were screwing me up. She had already told Mike that I shouldn't drive and should not do anything else, for that matter, except drink lots of fluids. I called the doctor's office simply because I could, for the first time, do this without wanting to bite their heads off for what they did to me.
I drove home the back way on Friday -- and barely, really, made it without killing someone or myself. Or maiming someone since I know I'd go to jail if I did anything more.
But alas, the effects of this fiasco are almost over. I will never, ever call the doctor on a weekend. Somehow I think they were punishing me because I interrupted their dinnertime and thus gave me these potent steroids for retribution. You don't want to mess with their dating time.
Anyway, back to the farm. We seem to have a bead on the goats' health and that's important. And it's Father's day, so Mike's on the phone with his dad, no doubt regaling him of all the things of the farm, since Mike's dad lived on a farm in his youth.. and soon it will be time to make dinner. And then relax for the rest of the evening. Or finish the second DVD of the Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring long version. Both my parents passed away in the last ten years, so there's no need to call anyone. Game over, obligation over. I miss them both, especially my father. Take care of yours. It's an important lesson to learn, but you don't have to learn much. Honor those who brought you to this world and love them for who they are, not for what you think they should have been.
5/29/2007 14 pints of bread and butter pickles
6/17/2007 5 pints of salsa
6/17/2007 1 pint sundried tomatoes
6/17/2007 2 half pints sundried tomatoes.
Twice a day we're walking the tomato patch collecting a hundred tomatoes. Going to be a banner year for us. We can all our own tomato products including sundried tomatos, whole, stewed, barbecue sauce, paste, sauce, salsa, tomato chutney, spagetti sauce oh and tomato soup too. We're getting far more tomatoes out of far fewer plants this year. We are scurrying around looking for recipes to can too.
This weekend has been rainy, unusual for central Texas in June. So we have only done a few hours of outdoor work. I did some tractor work to level out the ground where the fence repairs are still going on from the March flood. I also collected some gravel and put it down on the driveway where water pools up. I cemented in a new gate post for the section of fence along the gourd field that collapsed during the same flood. Kristi collected many pounds of tomatoes, watered everything in the greenhouse, collected all the rotting tomatoes and pelted the goats with them. 216 in particular had tomato seeds all over her. Kristi also put down a cart load (1200 lbs) of compost on the first section of the gourd field. These are the plants she started in the greenhouse. I loaded the cart for her with the tractor being careful not to over do it. The first time I used the tractor to load the cart I flattened both tires because the compost was too heavy.
Once the ground dries out a bit I'll go try to hammer in 3 fiberglass poles for the gourd fence and reattach the HT wire to the gate post. That will be one minor repair done after the flood.
6/17/2007 5 pints of salsa
6/17/2007 1 pint sundried tomatoes
6/17/2007 2 half pints sundried tomatoes.
Twice a day we're walking the tomato patch collecting a hundred tomatoes. Going to be a banner year for us. We can all our own tomato products including sundried tomatos, whole, stewed, barbecue sauce, paste, sauce, salsa, tomato chutney, spagetti sauce oh and tomato soup too. We're getting far more tomatoes out of far fewer plants this year. We are scurrying around looking for recipes to can too.
This weekend has been rainy, unusual for central Texas in June. So we have only done a few hours of outdoor work. I did some tractor work to level out the ground where the fence repairs are still going on from the March flood. I also collected some gravel and put it down on the driveway where water pools up. I cemented in a new gate post for the section of fence along the gourd field that collapsed during the same flood. Kristi collected many pounds of tomatoes, watered everything in the greenhouse, collected all the rotting tomatoes and pelted the goats with them. 216 in particular had tomato seeds all over her. Kristi also put down a cart load (1200 lbs) of compost on the first section of the gourd field. These are the plants she started in the greenhouse. I loaded the cart for her with the tractor being careful not to over do it. The first time I used the tractor to load the cart I flattened both tires because the compost was too heavy.
Once the ground dries out a bit I'll go try to hammer in 3 fiberglass poles for the gourd fence and reattach the HT wire to the gate post. That will be one minor repair done after the flood.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
thunder and it's moving this way. Kristi is fussing over her garden. We've
changed the position of the portable electric fence and the goats are
greedily eating. At the same time I can take credit for mowing even though
I am letting the goats do it. I am sitting on a chair in the driveway
entering this blog post via my Palm Treo, sipping wine and swatting at gnats.
The wind is starting to pick up feeding the upcoming storm. Soon I'll have
to bring the goats in and go inside for the night. Temperature is dropping
quickly now.
We've been watching our roadrunner pair building their nest. The are so
used to us we can walk by them and they hardly move. They've been buidling
their nest and practicing mating rituals for a couple of weeks now. I'm
thinking we have a bird-friendly place what with chickens, turkeys, pea
fowl and guineas. I'll keep the fence where it is for a few days, until
the goats have mown it down to the ground. Filling their bellies and
robbing me of the 'pleasure' of mowing. And sweating. And sneezing. Then we'll
move the fence to another overgrown location. At present, with 11 inches of
rain over normal so far this year and more expected in a few minutes, I'm
not lacking in locations for grazing.
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