Around the farm we have a nice variety of fowl. Let me introduce a few to you.
Smack is our only remaining duck.
I’m afraid the coyotes carried off the rest of his family. He sticks around and beautifies the place, but he is lonely for a lady. I may try to pick up one at an auction for him.
Our guineas are funny little things. Noisy, too. Have you ever heard them chattering together? They are a flighty group, but always stick together.
We have far fewer bugs because of them, and we always know when something is out of the ordinary. Last summer when we had turkeys who strayed out of the field up to our house, it was the guineas’ tattling that alerted us to the danger.
The big turks didn’t understand the dangers of our 55mph road, so we needed to walk them back to safety.
Wild Woman was one of our first chickens here. We thought she wouldn’t last long or be much use because she was small and wild, but it turns out she is our favorite.
Not only is she a good layer, but she is broody at the right times and has produced three clutches of chicks.
Right now, she is teaching her newest clutch where to get the best food.
Peck Wilcocks is her son and rooster to his mother and two sisters. He is also father and uncle to the new batch of chicks.
His father was a Buff Orpington who did not take the 55mph road seriously and got stewed for his mistake.
We needed more layers, so we picked up some sex linked hens last fall. They have produced eggs well this Spring and follow their own rooster who came to us through another auction last summer.
The two roosters compete in the morning to see who gets to wake up the rest of the farm. Wilcocks roosts in a tree by the house while his competitor roosts behind the house in the coop. They start in every morning around 4am. They respect each other and their altercations have never led to blows.
All the birds enjoy sharing the pigs’ grain.
Hope you enjoyed meeting these fowl.
Next week we are hoping to get in our batch of meat chicks and some layer chicks too.
Occasionally one of the pigs will develop a problem that requires us to harvest the meat prematurely.
We keep a close eye on them so we can act quickly.
Last week, we had a pig with a rectal prolapse. Ugly and painful, but not infected.
Once the meat was cooled, we needed to find a way to prepare it–but what fun is there in eating a whole pig by yourself?
So DP cut it up, I made pulled pork and we took it to a
What delightful people they are! We especially enjoyed the song, I Heard the Voice of the Pork Chop Calling.
Larry demonstrated his Jew’s Harp for the kids.
We left before the impromtu jam session since the kids were hours past their bedtime.
Last year we raised 100 or so Freedom Rangers on about two acres.
Each day we moved their coop to a new spot and opened the door to give them the run of the place.
At the end of the season we gave them a short ride to the butcher and the next night bagged and froze them.
So when I handle a chicken I get from the freezer, I remember how they all did their chicken run to the feeder when I came out to the pasture last summer.
I remember all the water I poured out for them during the dry spell.
I remember scanning the sky for hawks and picking up the carcasses of the ones they carried off.
And I enjoy the crispy skin and moist insides at the table.
How about some leftovers for a picnic lunch in the backyard?
That is satisfying.
Since the cold weather has prohibited gardening, and since I have a request from a reader,
I’ll write about an electrolyte drink I make for us in the summer as well as a tea we learned to make this winter.
In 2011, I visited Essex Farm for a farm tour and an introduction to using draft horses in farming.
Mark introduced me to a great alternative to a sports drink. He filled a quart jar with water and added
2 T apple cider vinegar,
1T real maple syrup,
1/2t ginger powder,
It was spot hitting and has become a staple around our house. All the electrolyte goodness without all the unhealthy additives. Of course he didn’t measure the ingredients and neither do I, so you may find your own balance of ingredients to suit your taste.
A couple of months ago, my sister sent a link my way with a delicious tea recipe. It is a yummy way to calm reflux. It calls for bay leaves, cloves, ginger, cinnamon and raw honey.
The recipe is explained in detail with beautiful illustrations, so enjoy looking at it here.
The kids were excited to see their cousins come for a visit today.
They played some ball, visited the animals
and played pig rodeo–a delightfully funny game to watch.
Until next time….
The trouble with Spring is that it gives you the feeling you can do anything.
So when an opportunity comes along to expand, you usually jump at it.
We want to add sheep to our farm, but we aren’t ready to add a flock.
Our compromise is to try a few males we will have only for a season.
We started with three yesterday.
Allie is thrilled out of her socks.
What can we do with 97 acres, an old farm house and a lot of hard work? Anything!
Land and Animals
These two are so interconnected, I’ll take them together. The health of the soil depends as much on the animal as the animal depends on it. Managed properly, these two improve each other indefinitely. The animals give as much back to the ground as they take from it and the ground gives to the animals the improvement it has received from them. We call that sustainability.
We manage our pastures by rotating our livestock through it wisely. We hope to eventually raise 4 groups of 30 pigs each year and maintain 50 head of Angus while improving our soil.
Again, everything is connected. We are interested in permaculture. We want to see many different types of plants and animals existing together and benefiting from each other. We desire to nurture variety, hardiness and sustainability and share that with our community. We want to be productive instead of consumptive for the sheer joy of it.
Ponds, ponds and more ponds will improve productivity, provide additional food and draw a variety of beneficial organisms.
How do you measure quality of life? We want our kids to grow up within the rhythm of the days and seasons, to know what it means to work hard and then partake in the abundance they have produced, to share that abundance and watch it benefit others. We want to cultivate in them a devotion to the simple goodness of life.
The Farm House
With so much satisfying farm work, it is hard to get excited over an old farmhouse that has seen only the barest of updates since it’s construction. But there is beauty in that, too–a return to simplicity, to knowing when enough is proper and when updating is merely distraction. For now, enough means an outhouse, primitive wiring, no insulation, and stones wrapped in towels for our feet in the unheated bedrooms. For now, enough is beautiful.
Penelope is the model on our front page.
She came to us a year ago and gave us 16 piglets in her first farrowing. Unfortunately, her second farrowing involved some serious complications and she is no longer with us.
We miss her, but we have been enjoying her chops.
The author of this blog.
I am loving this country life in all its hardship and satisfaction. I’m learning my poop, as they say. Bovine poop, Porcine poop, Avian poop, Ovine poop….you get the idea.
When I’m not studying the natural fertilizers, you may find me moving fences, tending my garden, homeschooling my kids, fermenting my veggies, attempting to sew, or cooking up some delicious vittles.
Thanks for stopping by. If you get a chance, come see the farm. We love visitors and will find a way for you to join in the good life for an afternoon.
In 2009 a friend read to us a passage from a work by Wendell Berry.
We were intrigued by its quiet beauty and began to soak up book after book. During that time and as a result of research initiated by our concern for our food allergic children, we began to remember the importance of growing our own food, caring for our soil, supporting our community and producing for ourselves and others.
I say remember because in each of us there has always been a desire to farm. Our circumstances were not ideal for self-supportive farming, but we made a start. Our small garden plot flourished, our bunnies multiplied and our hens laid beautiful eggs.
Even though we lived at the edge of a wooded area on a dead end street, we were given a citation for these activities.
It came too late. We had tasted the pastoral life and found it too promising to give up our efforts.
In 2011 we left the house we built in suburban New Jersey and pitched our tent behind a neglected 1860’s farmhouse, making another start on 97 acres of a long unused dairy farm.
Of the two years that have followed, we could tell many humorous stories.
We are growing down into this good land full of promise. Our children are growing up into healthy, hardy and productive persons.
We join Hannah Coulter in saying, “This is our story. This is our giving of thanks.”