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Remnant Apple Pie

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Remember the lone abandoned apple forgotten in last fall’s harvest. Well, it is being appreciated NOW in a rustic apple pie!

The smell of cinnamon bubbling through with brown sugar, butter and apples filled the house with sweetness and promise.

Shades of things to come.

There is Beauty in the Dying

Saturday, December 29, 2012

My weekend of butchering chickens came to an unusual end. Sandy and I normally butcher together, but an unexpected family event and another rainy weekend threw a wrench in our plans. So, I had to fall back on Plan B, which was to drive my Cornish Rock crosses to the city to be butchered. This would be the first time in six years that I was not going to process my own birds. But, I didn’t want to wait. The birds were already pushing 7-pounds and I didn’t want to wait any longer. So, with plans changed and appointments made I loaded up 15 birds and 4 ice chests into my truck and started the 35-minute drive south.

I had never been to this place before and it was a strange conglomeration of feeding pens for goats and sheep, and cages for laying hens and meat birds all in an unsuspecting industrial park in the middle of the city. Clearly they were making due with what they had available.

I pleasant older man of Russian decent with a thick accent met me in the driveway. He directed me to the small building on one side of the feedlot pens. I backed my truck as he directed and opened the back end. He asked how many I had and I told him. Two younger men came out and began unloading my truck. We walked into the building; a cinderblock structure set up with killing cones, scolder and plucker in one room and a stainless steel processing table with water faucets in the other. This was a place for high volume butchering, not the slow meandering butchering that Sandy and I did, which contained more chattering than processing. This was a serious place for serious processing. Read the rest of the story »

Winter Meat Birds

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Five weeks ago our winter batch of meat birds arrived, a replacement batch for the ill-fated group that ended up being a nice meal for a mama opossum and her babies instead of us. Fortunately this batch has been uneventful, just growing big and doing what meat birds do—eat, drink and poop…lots of poop.

We usually raise two batches each year, but now that Brianne is off at college I’m figuring out how to live, cook and farm as a single person. If I raise them up to about 6 pounds I can cut them in half, which will give me 30 meals. But, if I quarter them or cut them into parts I can make those 15 birds go even farther.

Raising fall birds is a nice option in our area. The weather is warm enough that the chicks only need a heat lamp at night, and since we don’t have the searing heat of summer the chicks grow easily without any stress from the heat. We do have to pay closer attention to the weather though. A sudden cold snap makes it necessary to keep chicks warm all day long until they are feathered out.

With the festivities and cooking of Thanksgiving over I concentrated on some needed farm chores. Gates were moved and fixed. The barn was cleaned. And, the chicks were moved out of the garage and into the barn where they will stay until butchering time. Fence panels that will contain the birds were put up, straw laid down, automatic waterers installed, feeders set up and finally, two at a time, the chicks were moved.

The 8-foot by 8-foot pen will allow the chicks more room to move around, but will also protect them from the elements.

The hens and goose were not quite sure about their new roomies, but by later afternoon everyone had gotten use to each other and the meat birds had settled in nicely.

By the time Christmas rolls around I’ll have a freezer full of chicken.

The late afternoon was spent cooking down the turkey carcass to make batches of meat and broth, the beginnings of soup, casseroles or pot pies. The remains of the breast meat was cut away and saved for sandwiches and salads, while two large stock pots bubbled on the stove full of bones, herbs, veggies and broth. When the pots had simmered for more than 30-minutes the carcass parts were placed on a cutting board to cool before the meat was stripped away. Once cleaned, the carcass had yielded more than six cups of meat. Stored in 3-cup freezer containers the turkey and broth will be the perfect amount for small-batch cooking.

It always amazes me how much meat can be cleaned for those simmered down bones.

 

Post Grads Dig Into Farm Life

Thursday, September 27, 2012

As the number  of small farms are on the rise, college grads are learning to farm from the ground up.

A reader sent me this NY Times article and I thought you would all enjoy it.

To read the entire article click here http://www.nytimes.com/2012/09/25/nyregion/the-farm-life-draws-some-students-for-post-graduate-work.html?_r=0

 

Photo By: Nathaniel Brooks for The New York Times

Daily Water Wisdom

Monday, August 13, 2012

The past few weeks have been the hottest on record for many parts of the country and my area is no exception. The pinch of a high water bill can send an already tight household budget over the proverbial waterfall.

Here in California water is a precious commodity, one that we fight over, protect and conserve on a daily basis. Many strides have been made in water efficient appliances, but there is still more we can do regardless of where in the country you live. Homeowners can go native with landscape plants or use micro sprinklers that direct water to the roots of a plant rather than water the surrounding area, or install low-flow toilets and showerheads. In the garden we can “put the drops on the crops” with the use of drip irrigation and micro sprinklers.

But with a dry summer such as we’re in amplifies just how fragile our water systems really are. Much of the water that flows from rivers to streams to creeks comes from winter snow pack in mountains that may be hundreds of miles away. When this water source is cut availability to many populations is reduced creating a supply and demand situation, sometimes meaning reductions in use.

Reservoirs and water banking help even out the highs and lows of supply, but many areas still rely on natural rainfall to provide the necessary water to crops and livestock. This uncertainly makes it important to become as water wise as possible—wet year or dry year.

To become more water efficient inside and outside try implementing these helpful water tips:

  • Take shorter showers or use only a few inches of water in the tub
  • Turn off the faucet while brushing teeth
  • Use a broom or a blower to clean sidewalks and driveways
  • Adjust sprinklers to water only planted areas and not walkways or the driveway
  • Wash only full loads of laundry
  • Use grey water on non-edible plants and trees
  • Run the dishwasher only when full
  • Fix leaky faucets and toilets
  • Adjust automatic waterers to prevent overflow
  • Use water from cooking on potted plants
  • Mulch flowerbeds and gardens to help retain moisture
  • Research the water requirements for plants to prevent over watering
  • Empty water from troughs and fonts on plants when cleaning and changing

As we see the effects lack of water has on our crops and our food system it is in our best interest to look at saving more water and storing more water on a larger scale for the long term, it is important to become more water wise day by day.

 

Opossum Update

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The opossum  problem I wrote about last week has finally been resolved. We caught the mamma last Friday night and each night since we have caught one of her litter. Finally, last night, after setting traps every night, the trap was empty for the second night in a row. So, I think we’ve caught and relocated all of the juvenile youngins  – 6 in all.

Because of the attack and the uncertainty over whether or not the remaining meat chickens have been exposed to rabies they were destroyed. An expensive loss for our small homestead, but a necessary one. No sense in taking any chances.

Another mystery has also been solved. From the first  night we caught the mamma opossum our egg production has gone up. After not getting any eggs for weeks and thinking my girls were too old and needed to be replaced we are now getting 5 to 6 eggs a days. A pleasant turn about.

Plans are in the making for another batch of meat birds and new ideas for more secure meat bird housing is also in the works. So – come September we’ll be back in the chicken business, and none too soon either. The freezer is getting a little thin where poultry is concerned.

 

Opossum Trapping at Midnight

Saturday, July 21, 2012

The mystery of the missing chickens has been solved…at least partially. Brianne and I woke a little after midnight to the sounds of a chicken being attached in the barn. We both raced to the patio door, grabbed the flashlights that sit on the counter, just in time to see a large furry creature dragging a dead meat bird across the yard. We opened the door and shined our lights on him, which made him stop and try to hide. It took me a while to figure out what it was, but eventually realized it was a opossum rather than a raccoon. I was relieved, a little. He began to move faster, dead chicken in tow, to the north side of the house. As I opened the door a little farther to get a better look the cat shimmied through my legs and darted out into the yard. OH SHIT! All I needed was a cat vs. wild animal fight to round out an already distasteful night.  Not really knowing a lot about opossums I told Brianne the cat was on her own. I was NOT going to get in the middle of a fight. I have already seen a dog vs. raccoon brawl and it still makes me shiver when I think about it.

With nothing more we could do we tried to go back to bed, which meant Brianne went back to Skyping and texting her friends about what had just happened. I laid in bed for a while and then realized sleep was out of the question so I got up and began surfing the net for information about opossums, chickens, predator control and so forth. After about a half an hour of reading I felt comfortable enough that our little guy posed no great danger to us or the cat, the chickens however were a different matter, so I headed back to bed. I had no more put my head to pillow when we again heard the tell tale sounds of chickens fighting for their lives. I immediately launched myself out of bed, four letter words flying, pulled on my jeans and a t-shirt, ran to the back door slipped into my muck boots and headed to the barn, grabbing a pitchfork along the way for protection. As I slowly crept up to the barn, trying not to spook the opossum and provoke an attack (in case the information I read was wrong), I scanned the outside of the barn for movement then moved very slowly toward the barn door. I could hear movement from the chickens, but nothing from the opossum. Confident he had either slipped out of the barn or was hiding I made my way through the barn door only to find our furry murderer cowered in the corner of the meat chicken pen with another dead bird laying at his side.

Brianne was still on the patio with her flashlight. I called to her to get out here and bring more light. With enough light to assess the situation I gingerly caught each of the remaining meat birds and stashed them in an empty rabbit hutch for protection. Then I just stood there staring at the opossum. Leave it to a teenage to cut to the chase though. With two flashlights beaming on the little guy who was now trying to figure an escape Brianne blurted out, “now what, mom”. I hadn’t a clue—yet. But, it came to me rather quickly. I had two choices…kill him right there inside the barn or capture him and release him. Killing him seemed unappealing, but not for the reasons one might think. If I stabbed him with the pitchfork and he fought I would have to stab him again, making a mess I would have to clean up later. If I had a rifle, which I don’t, I could shoot him, but in my semi-city area that would sound like a cannon going off bringing the Sheriff that lives across the street running. I would have taken care of the opossum, but potentially land in jail all in the process. Not appealing! No…capture, albeit a scary proposition, was a better option. So there it was…how to catch a opossum.

I looked around for anything I could use; cardboard box, no, he could chew through it; empty feed can, no, he could escape trying to put the lid on. Then, staring at the rabbit carrying cages hanging from the rafters it came to me…the dog crate. I turned to Brainne and told her to get the large crate out of the garage, quickly. She looked at me almost horrified that I was sending her across the yard away from her pitchfork welding mom, protector. But, like a brave farm girl she handed over the flashlights and headed to the garage. All I could do was stand there blinding the poor guy with light to keep him from moving. When Brianne returned dragging the largest crate behind, I moved the fence panels out of our way and set the crate down just inside the chicken pen. This immediately scared the opossum who then started hissing and bearing teeth. This of course made Brianne turn in retreat. So— as she headed for cover, leaving me in the dark with an angry wild animal hissing and snarling I’m yelling at her to keep the light on him so he wouldn’t move.

At this point I had had enough of this marauding murderer and with that stoved up anger and fear, I shoved the crate towards him, used the pitchfork to scoop him into the crate, all the while Brianne is screaming, “don’t stab him!!!”, flipped the crate up on end and shut the gate. Brianne and I both let out a huge sigh and stood there staring at each other in amazement. This is not the first time I’ve experienced an attack by wild animals, but it is the first time I have not used a wildlife trapper for the capture. We were impressed with ourselves.

With the little vermin caged, Brianne and I carried him out of the barn. As we were walking Brianne asked an obvious, but not yet answered question, “What do we do with him now, mom?” My response…”not a damn thing”, and with that I let go of the cage and it fell to the ground with a loud thump. “Nice, mom,” Brianne exclaimed as we both headed back into the house.

Our nighttime episode ended about 2am and we were more than ready for a soft bed and some sleep. Sleep would not come easy though, as we soon found out. With bodies nestled in bed we heard scratching and clambering from the side of the house where the opossum had taken his kill. Brianne called from her room, “Mom, do you hear that?” To which I responded, “Unfortunately, yes”.

Our story would continue tomorrow.

When I woke this morning a gently fog lay over our farm. It was a surreal picture compared to what had happened over night. I really didn’t want to get up and assess the carnage in the harsh light of day. But, with the little shit (Brianne’s name for him) still caged and sitting in the middle of the barnyard, and the source of the post caging scratching noises still uncertain I reluctantly got up and got dressed. All seemed pleasantly quite outside, the hens were happily searching for morsels or fluffing around in the dirt taking dust baths seemingly unaware of the tragedy that befell us just a few hours earlier.

The biggest mystery, however, came to the forefront when I entered the barn. There in the midst of the quickly dismantled meat bird pen and the litter of chicken carcasses was a lone unharmed meat bird. Brianne and I were shocked! Where did her come from? Why didn’t we see him last night? And, where was he hiding to miss the attack? We may never know, but were glad to have one more survivor. Not wanting to spend a lot of time dwelling on the situation Brianne and I carried the dog crate and set it in the back of the truck, then headed out for breakfast. No sense in ruining our morning plans.

After a quick bite we drove five miles out of town, past where the county maintained road turns into dirt; past small farms and horse stables to where the rock quarry entrance begins; there we found a widening in the road and pulled off. We slid the dog crate to the edge of the tailgate, opened the gate and tried to dump the opossum out into a faraway locale, but we never saw him hit the ground. On closer inspection we realized he was grasping onto the metal vents of the crate, clinging for dear life. We shook, bounced and rattled the crate trying to dislodge, but nothing worked. Finally Brianne suggested we flip the crate over hoping he would release his hold in the process. So, with one quick motion we turned the crate over, the opossum let go and fell to the ground below. I proudly announced, “he’s out!” and at which point Brianne screamed, “oh shit”, let go of the crate and clambered to the top of the cab, the crate slipping out of my hands and landing smack on top of the opossum. Dazed and confused he managed to wiggle out from underneath and stagger off, tiptoeing through the dried underbrush, a far cry from the lush farm he had annilihated the night before.

Howling with laughter over the comedy unfolding and the trapping that led up to it Brianne and I got back in the truck and headed home, not lost on the tragedy that brought us to this point.

Some may find it odd or even distasteful regaling these events with such comedy and laughter, but I guess you had to be there. Now all that’s left to do is find out if the remaining chickens are safe to eat. If not, they will be disposed of and our batch of meat birds will be a complete and total loss. Such is the life of a farmer, no matter what the farm size. In true farmer fashion though we will pick up and carry on at a later date.

By the time pumpkins don the front walk there will be homegrown chickens in our freezer, you can count on that.

It’s been awhile since I brought you all up to speed on our farm happenings and for that I apologize. It always amazes me how life can take over and you are doing good just to put one foot in front of the other. And — if anyone tells you getting a kid off to college is a fun bonding experience they are dead wrong.

So — here we go — the update.

The meat chicks are about 5-weeks old now and I have to say honestly I am not thrilled with their progress. I tacked on an order of 15 with my friend Angela who buys from a different hatchery than I usually use. In the first four days after their arrival I lost 3 for no apparent reason. They are slower growing than what I’m use to and I may need to keep them longer to get them to a decent butchering weight.

They are out in the barn now, which has had its own problems. First, I came home from running errands, walked in the barn to check on everyone and realized I was missing 4 chicks. As I looked around I noticed one in the nursery that borders my property. I was able to catch him and return him to his friends, but never did find the other 3. Then a few days later I found one dead on the floor of the barn and another one injured, which I put down this morning. In all my years of raising meat chickens I have NEVER had so many problems and lost so many chicks. It’s a sad commentary indeed to lose half your flock of birds to mostly dumb luck. I don’t like it at all!

On a brighter note…the greenhouse I have so desperately wanted for years is well on its way to completion. Normally I would have taken it upon myself and a few begged for hands and build it myself, but this time I wanted instant gratification and was happy to pay for it (for a reasonable price). Jordan set the foundation piers in just half a day. When the cement had hardened overnight he came back and built the floor; a deck type flooring with spaces in between the boards so the dirt could fall through. One week and a new baby later he returned with a friend to build the walls and install the antique windows and door I had collected. I will attach the siding myself over the next few weeks and when Brianne is firmly settled in her new college housing Jordan will come back to put the roof on. Hopefully, all will be finished by September, in time to start a few winter veggies and some flowers. Three cheers for a long growing season!

On the veggie front we are not faring very well this year. We have had a raft of damage from rabbits, birds, squirrels and rats. My beautiful pumpkin patch, which looked like it was going to produce a nice selection of field and pie pumpkins, was wiped out one foggy day a few weeks ago. I did plant new seeds hoping they will ripen in the 90 – 100 days stated on the package. We’ll see. The squirrels decimated my peach crop, again! Even with the protective netting and now something is going at my tomatoes. It is what it is folks, and with Brianne leaving in just 25 days I’m loathed to replant anything until I have time and will be  home enough to tend the beds. So now I’m leaning towards a nice fall garden that, with luck, should take us into December before the weather gets too cold.

Last week we traveled to the state fair so Brianne could compete one last time in a competition she qualified for at last years county fair. It was strange to be there with no animals. But, even stranger was the energy and vibe of the livestock barns. There didn’t seem to be the camaraderie and friendly competition overtones we’ve seen in past years. All of her friends are gone (aged out of their respective programs) and the new comers are people we don’t know. The competition was on Sunday so Friday we drove over to Petaluma and visited the Baker Creek Seed Bank. It was great to see row after row of their heirloom veggies, made me want to buy a whole new garden right then and there, but I held off. I still have seeds from this year and I want to use what I can in a fall garden before buying new. I did satiate my urge and buy a few packets of hollyhocks to plant around the greenhouse and one pumpkin I just had to have. If you’ve read this blog for long you know my love (or obsession) for those orange globes no matter how big or small. On Saturday we visited four of the cheese factories/shops on the Sonoma Cheese Trail I wrote about before. It’s a long list and with the distance between them, shopping in the area and having lunch those four took us all day. But, it was wonderful to taste cheeses that are not available in any of my local shops. The whole area is very food oriented and we enjoyed seeing shops and restaurants proudly serve local grown and local made. One shop in particular caught our fancy…Petaluma Pies. All their pies (sweet and savory) are made fresh daily from ingredients grown in the county. We savored the sweet peach and plump berry right from the oven smothered with hand-churned vanilla ice-cream on their outdoor patio after a long day of driving and shopping. Perfect, and perfectly wonderful.

I did get one pleasant surprise though. The sunflower quilt I made for Brianne arrived from the quilters before we left for state fair. I’ll take a weekend and attach the binding and stitch it down, hopefully in time for her move to college.

The dog days of summer have hit the mid-point here and our weather has been all over the place; cool and foggy, stormy with a few light thunder showers, but now we’ve hit a typical So Cal heat wave (not unlike the rest of the country) with temps in the mid-90s. Not many farm chores get done in the heat. We wait until the cool of evening or scurry around in the early morning hours before the suns rays can beat down on our little place. Most of our time is spent filling water troughs and watering plants, it’s a circular dance that seems to go on forever.

This whole summer scenario has gotten me thinking about how much I wish fall was here. I like summer don’t get me wrong, but there’s just something about a crisp fall morning or the way the evening sunset throws a golden glow over the whole farm that makes me want to hunker down in front of a warm fire with a hearty stew and a chunk of home baked bread smothered in butter. Those days are months away, I know, but a girl can dream can’t she.

When I woke today it smelled of a fading storm, remnants of some far off monsoon, made myself a glass of tea, turned on the garden water, killed a chicken, cooked breakfast, readied myself for work, wrote, cleaned, and did laundry. Just an average day on a small farm at the edge of town. Gotta love it. Right?

Fall is on its way, I can feel it.

Chick Arrival!

Saturday, June 23, 2012

baby chicks

Actually they arrived early yesterday morning. My friend and fellow poultry raiser, Angela, was kind enough to let me tack on my 15 to her order. So, yesterday morning more than 50 peeping, fluffy chicks were delivered by the US Postal Service to the Post Office in our area. After they arrived, Angela and her kids set about the task of removing each chick from the shipping box and making sure they got a good drink of water and something to eat. They were then nestled in the warmth of their brooder box until each new owner picked them up. Angela left me a message that our future dinner entrees had arrived, but work and meetings and errands and dinner with my daughter prevented me from picking them up until late in the evening. Read the rest of the story »

Ending on a High Note

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Bakersfield Victorville

Well folks, we did it. We finished our last show of Brianne’s 10-year sheep showing career this past weekend with a two-day show and we ended it on a high note. She won 2 Reserve Champions with each one of her lambs and placed second to the top showman in the state in showmanship both days. I couldn’t have asked for better.

It seems like only yesterday that this shy little girl stepped into a livestock show arena for the very first time; untrained, unsure, unaware of how this livestock show thing worked. But, over the years she has gained confidence, knowledge about raising livestock, skills in presenting her animals to their best, respect from fellow competitors and made a ton of friends along the way. We have traveled thousands of miles over the years, shown in some of the worst weather California could throw at us and come out the other side strong, committed and even more dedicated to what we were doing. It isn’t all about buying lambs and winning prizes. It’s about building a foundation for what Brianne wants to do in her adult life, and clearly that will include raising sheep.

Bakersfield Victorville Sheep Show

yosemite

At the end of the weekend our friends took one of the lambs north and delivered it to its new owner, a friend up north whose daughter will take it to the state fair. The other lamb came with us and was dropped off to its new owner, a friend who will show him at our county fair. It was strange though, coming home with an empty trailer, no lambs to settle back into their home, no equipment to unload, clean, reload waiting for the next show weekend, and when 6pm rolled around we hardly knew what to do with ourselves. We usually feed at 6 then work on showmanship in the cool of the early evening, but not this night. It was oddly quiet. Sure there where chores we could have done, projects we could have worked on, but our routine was out of sorts, broken. The block of time set aside each night for sheep related tasks was empty and silent.

But, life is all about change and we have to change with it or become stagnant. So now Brianne is going in her direction…an internship with an agricultural company, then off to college in August. After that who knows what the future holds. She wants a farm of her own, a flock she can hold on to and not sell off after each show season that much I do know. She is already connecting with large breeders she can work for while in college and hopefully work with when she is finished.

In the short term I’m taking back my farm starting with a new batch of meat chicks and a greenhouse, then moving forward with new garden areas, fruit trees and more vegetable beds, and raising a pig for the freezer. There are plans in the works, laying the foundation to move from my little suburban homestead to a larger farm, but for now those are only plans rolling around in my head. When I look at the horizon I see a world of possibilities, not next weekends show. How quickly we change and move on.

It’s been a long ride, folks, and a good one. I wouldn’t have changed it for anything.