Stories of everyday life on our farm in Northwest Georgia where every day is an adventure in this beautiful spot that God has entrusted to our stewardship.

Monday, March 19, 2012

New Chicks!

First, the beautiful sunrise that greeted me and set the criss-crossed jet streams aglow  . . .


What a way to start the day!  Now for the chicks . . .

Here they are under their red heat lamp, temporarily in the laundry room.

We tried an experiment this time:  We bought chicks from a breeder in Soddy-Daisy (about 35 miles from here) who breeds several different varieties.  The advantage for us is that we don't have to purchase a minimum of 25 chicks.

We also don't have to worry about how they will survive two days of shipping by the U.S. Post Office.  It only took me three hours to drive up there and bring them back, and they only had an hour or so of travel time.



We ordered four chicks each of four different dual purpose varieties.

The idea is that (roughly) half of them should turn out to be pullets and become good egg-layers.  The half that turn out to be cockerels will be butchered for meat before they get to the Nasty Rooster stage.  That's the reason for choosing dual purpose breeds, because they're good for both eggs and meat.

NOTE:  This chick is just sleeping!  I should know--I woke it up to check!  They always scare me when they do this.


The reason for choosing different breeds is to see what else is out there.  While I love my green eggs, when I order "Ameraucanas" from a hatchery, they are really mutt chickens or "Easter eggers," and only half of them end up laying blue or green eggs.

We get lots of brown eggs, especially since the fox seemed to like our green-eggers best. (sniff!)  If we're going to be getting brown eggs, anyway, we might as well try some other highly-recommended breeds.

The reason for ordering only 16 chicks is that we really only need 8 laying hens to pick up the slack as our "old girls" age, and we have plenty of the Freedom Rangers left in the freezer.

Meet our new chicks:


This is a Light Brahma.  They are an Asian Indian breed which gets very heavy (8 lbs. for hens up to 10 lbs. for roosters).  They are good layers of cream colored eggs, about 3 a week.  They are quiet, gentle, winter hardy, and good mothers (in case we should get a nice rooster!)  Apparently, they're the quintessential pet chicken!  Note the feathers on the baby's legs; it will keep its "hairy" legs! 


This is a Welsummer.  They're a Dutch breed, and the rooster is THE Kellogg's rooster!  (We'll see if we let one get that big . . .)  They are medium weight (6-8 lbs).  They are very good layers of large dark brown eggs, about 4 per week.  They are winter hardy, good foragers, thrifty eaters, and friendly.

We only got three Welsummers, so I'm hoping for two hens and only one roo.


This is a Black Australorp.  They're an Australian version of the British Orpington, so we're getting quite international!  They are medium weight (6-8 lbs.)  They are excellent layers of large brown eggs, about 5 per week.  They are winter hardy, shy, sweet and dignified.


This is an Ameraucana--a real one, or so says the breeder.  She says her Ameraucanas are purebred and all lay blue eggs.  They are medium weight (5.5-7 lbs.)  They are not really dual purpose, being bred as good layers of medium blue eggs, about 3 per week.  However, I am told their meat is good, and we thought our former "Ameraucana" rooster Wren made a great coq au vin!  They are winter hardy.

We ended up with five Ameraucanas, but I'll take the extra chance of blue eggs.

BFFs

Ameraucana and Welsummer.  Can you tell the difference?  (See Comments for answer.)


One of each:  Light Brahma, Black Australorp, Ameraucana, and Welsummer.  Weren't they clever to group themselves like that?


It's great having the chicks in the laundry room.  They're all eating and drinking just fine, but I like to keep my eye on new babies to make sure they adapt, and this way I can check on them frequently without having to run all the way out to the brooder house.

And on top of that, I have the perfect excuse not to do laundry--the chicks are on top of the washing machine!

Friday, March 16, 2012

A Crappy Day--The Good Kind!

An exciting event we've been eagerly awaiting happened this morning while I was at physical therapy (of course).  Fortunately, Kara grabbed my iPad and recorded it for me.   Brandy asks, "Is THIS the new pony?"

Sorry, Brandy, no, but it IS something we got because of you (and Angel and Sara and Siobhan and T-Bone).  Hint:  Poop!

Our instructions from ABI said to have a tractor with a loader ready to help unload our new toy because it was too big for the lift gate alone to handle.  So Herb fastened a strap to it and helped the driver let it down.

Oops!  Suddenly it slipped!  But the tractor and the strap held it up.

Oof!  Safe on the ground!  You can actually see the relief on Herb's face!  (Our new toy weighs over 1,000 lbs, by the way.  You don't grab it when it slips!)

The mighty little Kubota dragged the whole thing out of the road so the driver could turn around at Kara's house.

This is the delightful sight that met my eyes when I got home:  Our new ABI Classic Manure Spreader!  Ours is the 50G, meaning it is ground-driven (the blades turn as it drives over the ground without having to be hooked up to a tractor's PTO drive) and it holds 50 cu.ft. of manure.  This is not a lot as full-size manure spreaders go, but it is perfect for us.  It would take us all winter to fill a gigantic manure spreader, and then our tractor wouldn't be able to pull it!  This one will be light enough to be pulled by our riding mower, will cause less damage to wet ground, and will be more maneuverable.

Take a peek inside at the chains that move the manure back . . .
... and the chopping blades and spreader bars that, well, chop and spread the manure!  :)  We can't wait to try it out, but we need a large cotter pin, so we'll just have to hold our horses . . . before the spreader can hold our horses' manure!

Stay tuned for a photographic demonstration . . .

You can see why this was a "crappy" day and why it was good, too.  One more thing happened that might qualify for a "crappy" day for lots of people, but made it extra specially good for us:  A cloudburst that dumped rain on us shortly after I took this picture.

What a lovely, doubly crappy day!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

A Fruitful Day

After we moved here in the fall of 2008, we got a catalog from Stark Bros. Nursery.  We pored over it and found some fruit trees: two apples (necessary for cross-pollination), a peach, a nectarine, an apricot, a cherry, a prune plum, a persimmon, and a fig.  We lost the first fig in less than a year, and they replaced it.  After they one-year guarantee was up, one of the apples died, as did the cherry.  We bought a second apple tree from another catalog, and it died, too.  The others are doing fine, with lots of attention from Herb, although we have yet to get our first piece of fruit.

I felt responsible for suggesting this catalog and the subsequent failure of some of the trees.  So when I saw an ad in the paper for a LOCAL nursery that specializes in fruit trees, I suggested an outing there.

So we went to Varnell Nursery, and we came home loaded with fruit trees!
 
On the ground next to the truck are two more blueberries to replace some that died and two muscadine grapes, which we'd never gotten around to purchasing.

In the truck are a Pink Lady apple (a variety from Australia that tolerates hot summers and few winter chill hours), two new cherries (one for eating and one for pies), and a red maple for the animals.

The helpful man at the nursery is VERY nice to his animals.  He plants fruit trees just for them.  I figure rotting fruit is the last thing Angel and Brandy need to be eating or they will colic.  However, all the animals would love a shade tree in the Home Pasture.  A red maple grows 3-4' a year and will reach 50' high and 40' wide.  So the animals need to be a little bit patient, but in about 3 years' time they should be able to enjoy some nice shade.
While Herb went on a garden errand, I got some planting done.  Lots and lots of peas, some more bok choy, some beets, and some carrots.  You can't see anything, because I covered it all up to keep Rascal--the rascally barn cat--from using my freshly planted beds as a potty box.  Grrr!  That's what she did with my first batch of peas and bok choy, resulting in some very random placement of the few plants that did come up!
We watered the new arrivals well.  Here are the huge new blueberry bushes, already in full bloom--and rivaling the ones that were planted two years ago!

Then Herb arrived home from his errand with a trailer load of Black Gold.  This is a great medium for raised beds--just add some compost and off you go!  We used solid, half concrete blocks to deepen some of our older beds, and now they need more soil so I can plant.

You can't see it in this picture because it's serving as a perch for the camera, but Herb built me a potato condo earlier this week.  It's waiting for some soil, and then it will be ready for the seed potatoes when they arrive next month.

Herb and Kara had to rush off for a meeting and class, respectively, at Covenant College.  I gathered up all my equipment, including my handy little garden scooter, and headed back to the house.

Yes, indeed, it was a fruitful day--one that has just lengthened our To Do list:

  • shovel Black Gold into wheelbarrow, then into garden beds
  • plant everything that's waiting on some soil
  • dig holes for 5 trees and plant them
  • dig holes for 2 grapes and plant them
  • put the blueberries in the raised blueberry bed
  • and then get back to the original To Do list!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Meet Our Meat and Eggs

Some months ago we were discussing our little farm with some new friends.  At the time, we still had the pigs, although slaughter-time was drawing near.

Our friend (let's call her Mary) said that she could never eat one of our pigs; even though she would never see it, the thought that we had raised it and then had it killed would make it impossible for her to eat it.  She said that if we ever invite her over to dinner, please don't serve her pork.

I said okay, we would have chicken.  But when Mary found out we slaughter our meat birds ourselves, she was even more horrified.  She could never eat our chicken, either.

I said, "Well, at least our animals have a wonderful life and a very quick and easy death compared to the thousands of chickens or pigs crammed into factory farms which have horrible lives and more horrible deaths."

"Surely not the ones we buy at our local Bi-Lo?" said her husband, whom we'll call George.  "Absolutely!" I replied. "Unless you buy 'natural' or 'organic' meat from Whole Foods or Earth Fare, you can be sure that any meat you buy in any local grocery store has died a horrible death following a horrible life."

The time is drawing near when we may be hosting a meal at which George and Mary will be present.  I have agonized about what to serve.  They've refused to eat our chicken or pork.  We don't have any of our own beef yet, but would I really go to the store and buy "mistreated" beef just for them, when we have a freezer-full of our own humane, pastured meat???  Or even more ridiculously, would I go buy "mistreated" chicken or pork???

For a rare change, I was on Facebook today and saw one of their ads that pop up according to information you have told FB about yourself.  I just got a glimpse of something about Tyson mistreating pigs before it disappeared.  So I went searching on Google.  Such a modern woman!  :)

There I found a movie for which I will include a link at the bottom of this post.  I'll give you two warnings in advance:

1)  It's on a website called "ChooseVeg" whose goal is to convert you to a vegetarian.  I am not and will never be a vegetarian.  I believe ChooseVeg is throwing the baby out with the bath water.  Yes, their featured factory farms and slaughter houses treat animals in such a way that makes you glad there is a hell--and hope there's a special corner there reserved for every person who appeared in this video!  But there is no law that says animals MUST be treated that way!  In case you haven't noticed, I'm showing you a different way through these pictures.  And if you argue that everyone can't raise their own animals like us, I'll agree--and I'll also encourage you to check out the farms in my blog list.  There are many, many of them out there humanely raising natural meat, milk and eggs for conscientious consumers.

2)  The other warning is that the video is extremely graphic.  If you're like me, you'll probably be clapping your hands over your mouth, moaning and exclaiming in horror, all the while thinking longing thoughts of Hell!  But if you ever intend to eat a bite of meat (or eat an egg or drink milk) again in your life, you owe it to your self respect and to God, the Creator of all animals who made man stewards of them, to watch this video all the way through.  I really mean that!

I have made several decisions and resolutions:

I am no longer agonizing over what to feed George and Mary.  I will unapologetically serve them our chicken or our pork.  I'll warn them in advance and let them know that if that is not agreeable to them, they are welcome to bring something from home.

And then I'll encourage them to watch this video.  Ignorance may be an excuse--until someone tells you the truth.  There is no excuse for willful, blind ignorance of the truth!


I'm not buying any more meat in grocery stores unless I drive all the way to Whole Foods or Earth Fare and pay their exorbitant prices!  Those prices are worth a clear conscience.  I will picture our happy, content animals as I drive an hour there and an hour back.


I'm also going to get Herb to watch this horrible video so he will understand why Kara and I keep insisting that he buy organic milk (until we have our own).  And I'm going to do everything I can to help him get our milking parlor built!

Now watch this video!
Meet Your Meat

Sunday, March 4, 2012

A Pony Tale, Part II

After Kara's and my previous attempt at finding a pony, I did some more research online and found a place much closer to us in Cleveland, TN called Horsenmule.  I had a nice phone conversation with the owner, Keith, and he agreed to look for a pony for us among his contacts.

When a week passed and Keith had only found one possibility, which he promised to check out, I decided to look some more.  I got on craigslist yesterday and checked the classifieds, too.  There are a few ponies out there, but most of them aren't rideable.  When the owners want to trade them for something gentle enough for their grandkids, you know this isn't the one!

Then yesterday we got a text from Keith that a friend had brought him a pony we might be interested in.  So today Kara and I made the trip to Cleveland, a mere hour away.  That was lots better than four hours!  AND we didn't get lost!  We also got to drive through some gorgeous countryside.

Once we got there, we got to meet Julie.  She's 13 hands, although she's so petite in build that she seems smaller.  She's very sweet and happily ate carrot from our hands.  She's about 4 years old, so definitely young enough to be trained to do what we want her to do.  She has been saddled, although the only saddle they had there was too big to be cinched up.  So Kara rode her bareback with a halter in the round pen, and she did great, even on the muddy, slippery footing.

 Afterwards we had a little photo op.
We were definitely trying not to hold our breath this time, having learned the hard way that it's not that easy to find a nice pony.  Keith assured us that if we didn't want this pony, he'd keep looking.  But he also told us that--although he's not normally a fan of ponies--he likes this one and thinks she's very sweet.

We agree!  Get used to the photo ops, Julie--this is going to happen a LOT where you're going!

And this, by the way, is Julie's theme song which we couldn't stop singing all the way home! We're sure our Julie will get this kind of screaming rave review from the grandkids!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

That's a Lot of Bull, Part IV

The final bull vying for Siobhan's affections (or rather, those of her owners) is SGF STIT Sean, owned by Spruce Grove Farm.  This link takes you to the page for their bulls; Sean is the first one.

SGF STIT Sean
Sean is also homozygous for polled.  He is A1/A2.  This means his calves have a 50% chance of getting an A2 gene from him.  He is 44" high at the shoulder.  His smaller size makes him a good choice for a first-time heifer.

Spruce Grove Farm wants to raise dual-pupose cattle with "excellent beef breed conformation as well as good udders that produce plenty of milk," as the owner wrote to me.


Below are photos of some of Sean's progeny.

Sean bull, ADCA

Sean bull, ADCA

Sean bull, ADCA

Sean cow, ADCA

Sean heifer, ADCA


Sean heifer, ADCA

Sean heifer, ADCA

Sean heifer, ADCA

Sean heifer, ADCA

Sean heifer, ADCA

Sean steer, ADCA