Friday, December 6, 2013

Horses dont have watches

They really don't care what time it is...

Seriously it doesn't matter what time it is they are always doing the same thing. Like right now... its 12:30 and they are eating. Which just so happens to be the very same thing they were doing at 7pm, 1pm,
and at 6am this morning. Its also what they will be doing at 4am, 10am, and 7pm tomorrow.

The boys ...just hanging out


How do I know this?

Because I am for-ev-er checking on them. Maybe its a bit OCD ( We have talked about this problem before) but every time I pass a window I take a second to see what they are doing. I cant help it.

The view from my living room :)

At night there are quite a few different routines that go on around here. Rainie the milk cow settles in after the evening feeding in the fresh bedding I set out for her. The chickens all head in, and hop up on their roosts. They spend the night all fluffed up and cooing softly. Pancetta the pig makes a new snuggle spot under her lamp, and her boys retreat into their house for the night.

Just standing around

but the horses? Nope....no routine. Nothing changes. They eat ....they nap...they drink. 24/7

Sometimes... like tonight when I cant sleep. Ill grab a few carrots and slip into my boots. Ill walk out to the pasture for a velvet kiss and a quick snuggle. Its not like I'm disturbing them...

Seriously have you ever kissed that velvet nose? Its the best
 

They have no idea what time it is


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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Im giving it up....

My cranberry sauce recipe that is.....jeesh! Mind out of the gutter people!

Some may really like that cylindrical jelly substance, but for me? Id rather have something real. My cranberry sauce is sweet and tart and wonderfully spreadable.

I started making homemade cranberry sauce about five years ago. If I tried to stop, there are people in my family that may hold me at gun point at the stove to make sure it gets on their table every holiday season.

Yea ...you know who you are....


4 cups cranberries
4cups sugar
2 cups water
2 oranges
1 package liquid pectin
1 package craisins


Start with fresh whole cranberries, two cups of them.


put those babies in a big stock pot with two cups of sugar


while they do their thing zest and juice two oranges



Once the cranberries have softened, and the wonderful popping has slowed add one package liquid pectin and boil for about 2 min now transfer them to a food processor or use an immersion blender.

 

blend the berries...but not too much. We are not making syrup.
 


Now add the orange juice, zest and Craisins

I now put it in canning jars for easy gifting....add a little bow and its just adorable



enjoy












Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The hard way -vs- the easy way


Its easy to do your grocery shopping all in one giant store, you get everything you need and you're done with that task quickly and easily.  If you need eggs, you grab a carton of eggs. You may even have the option to buy "free range eggs" and it makes you feel just a little bit better about that purchase. After all the label is telling you "These chickens got to enjoy sunshine and grass."


We've all seen the grocery store packages of meat, eggs, and dairy products decorated with reassuring phrases such as "natural" and "free-range" and pictures of happy animals running around quaint country barns. But if you buy organic or free-range animal products because you think that the animals are treated well, respectfully processed and raised humanly you are sadly mistaken....and its not your fault.

Lets go over some of the true definitions of our meat packaging labels these days shall we?

All Natural          Applies only to processing and indicates that no artificial or synthetic products have been added. The legal definition does not have anything to do with how the animal was raised. “Natural” feed may or may not have antibiotics or other additives.
Beyond Organic         A fabricated term that is not substantiated by any certifying group. Farmers who use the term often state they meet the organic standards (as they perceive them) but are not currently certified organic. If used on meat labels may be subject to fine by the NOP (National Organic Program)


Cage Free            Term not substantiated by any certifying agency. Implies animals (often poultry) are raised outside of cages. Animals may or may not still be raised in very crowded indoor conditions just without individual cages.
 Cage Free only means chickens did not live like this
 

 

 
Free-Range         Another term not substantiated by a certifying agency. Implies animal is outside but does not indicate in what conditions (pasture? Dirt lot?) or for what time frame each day.

This is considered "free range"
Grass Fed            Currently a voluntary situation. Any farmer can call his meat” grass fed” Two agencies do certify grass fed farmers. USDA grass fed is least stringent, requires that beef animal is forage/grass/pasture raised its entire life, no grain but allows antibiotics, hormone and pesticide treatments. The American Grass Fed Association (AGA) is stricter. Same as USDA but in addition: PROHIBITS antibiotics, hormones and pesticides.
True Grass fed/pasture raised beef would live like this


Heritage              Animal Considered being a rare and endangered livestock. A purebred animal. The American Livestock Breeds Conservancy (ALBC) responsible for majority of Heritage Breed Registrations, Breed identifications and public education.


Humanely Raised             Third parties such as the Animal Welfare Association and Humane Farmed exist to audit or certify farms. The label wars against overcrowding, early weaning, and denying access to pasture to name a few.
Most of the pigs raised for pork live like this...not very humanly
Local                    No legal definition. Implies the farm or producer lives within 50 miles of the consumer. Some Chicago area restaurants consider Livingston County products as “local”


Natural                               See All Natural definition above.


No Hormones Added      Generally another marketing scheme as it is illegal to use hormones in the raising of poultry and hogs in the US anyway. Still allowed for beef production.


Non-Confined   Implies animals are not in a feed lot situation however some farmers feel as long as their animal is not in an individual cage they are “non-confined”


Organic                The most controversial and highly regulated agricultural term to date. Through the USDA, the National Organic Program (NOP)  regulates, inspects and certifies farms, businesses and their products. The organic standards number over 200 and must be met during annual inspections in order for a farmer or his meat to be labeled “organic” or “certified organic” Most well-known standards prohibit the use of antibiotics, hormones, pesticides, herbicides or anthelmintics (worming agents). Instead, only approved organic treatments may be given to livestock.  All meat products must also be processed in an approved Certified Organic Locker in order to use the organic label. Uncertified farmers who label their products as organic are subject to fines and penalties.


Pasture-Raised                 Again, can be a nebulous term. Not regulated by a certifying agency. Implies the animal is raised outside on grass a large majority of its life. The organic standard for time on pasture is 120 days per year minimum.


Sustainable        Most widely used term in farming today. Not regulated by animal agency and therefore any farmer can use however the legal definition by the USDA for “Sustainable Agriculture” means
 
So not only is it hard to pick which of these labels are most important its impossible to find a true product in a store. The only way to know if you will get a true grass/pasture raised/organic product is to search out a farm and talk to your farmer. Get to know them...why not offer to help with his chores one day to really see how the animals are raised.  Do they shy away from him or come when they are called. How clean are the barns (Within reason...I mean, its a farm people!) Someone who has nothing to hide and is proud of their craft are more than willing to let you check them out.
But
This isn't the easy way of doing things. It takes time and to most people, its not worth it. That's OK, but for me I want to eat the animal that lived the way it was intended. processed with respect and sold with pride
That's why I choose to do my shopping the hard way.
 

 
 
 

Monday, November 11, 2013

Dats milk?

This past weekend I watched my good friend's children, and something her little one said really stuck in my mind.  Here is how it went....

My husband was putting the toddler to bed with a sippie cup of milk. Not just any milk. Raw milk. As he filled the little cup he asked me if my friend would be OK with us giving her son this milk. I know my friend trusts me with her children, she also trusts my decisions ( like the fact I would never give them NyQuil, but believe me I've been tempted) So I said "of course ..its fine...its good for him."

Dave walked the little one over to the couch, and handed him his sippie cup, and covered him with a snuggle blanket. He took a long drink from his cup and got a very confused look on his face... Then I heard this...

"Dave? come here."

"What's up little dude?"

"Dave? What's dis?"

"That's milk"

"Das milk?"

"Yes little guy....das milk"

"OK Dave"

It was one of the most precious conversations I've ever heard.....and yes he loved it.  He later came into the kitchen and asked for more of "dat milk".


                                                              Dat delicious raw milk

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Obsessive compulsive disorder -aka- Canning

After my last post I suppose I need to apologize for the raw, and very sad content. It is however life, and farm life all the more.
It feels good to be back to a more positive frame of mind. I'm cheerful today and here we go......
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Does anyone else get a uncontrolled twitch when reading a product label?


If I cant pronounce it..... I feel very uncomfortable eating it. This growing twitch is what made me explore other options. I have been canning for years but now I feel an urgency to replace every store bought item I can with something I preserved myself.

 Is that CRAZY? ...maybe....but it is possible? ...Yes

This summer I had a goal of putting up 50 cases of canned food. I fell short. I will admit defeat with this past years garden. it did not produce like I had planned, but you can bet I wont let it happen again this year. I have all winter to beat myself up about my missed goal.

I did however make some delicious jams and jellies, and put up a ton of applesauce and pears along with some other fun things.

My personal treasure

Canning is an addiction ....it should have a name. The sound of those clinking jars is comfort and they sing to me as they seal with their little "pops"

When all those jars are perfectly lined up and sparkling I do a little happy dance.

Because each jar harnesses summer or fall harvest, and showcases hard work and dedication to an end result. Self reliance. If its a disorder, I have it.

We will call it OCC or Obsessive compulsive canning

Friday, November 8, 2013

Justalittle goat

I'm a softie, everyone knows that. I get very attached to animals and some humans, everyone knows that also. What you don't know yet is what happened here at Justafew Acres yesterday.....
 
Started out as a very typical morning. I get up, wipe the sleep out of my eyes and slowly (please remember I was a dancer and that's hard on the bones) I make my way down the stairs. I have a bowl of cereal or oatmeal and get started with my day. Pulling on my boots I head out to the barn to start my chores duties jobs ...ROUTINE!
 As I passed the horse stall I called to the goats....."Baby Goats!" and they answered as little goats will do. A I was passing out grain and hay I noticed only Ann and Finn were in the pasture waiting for me.....now if you know anything about goats especially ones that are bottle fed and raised together ....They go nowhere without each other.
 
So I called for Junebug......nothing.
 
 I finished feeding and started looking for her. What I found I was not prepared for.....She was standing in the horse stall with her head in the corner, when she heard my footsteps she turned towards me and fell. I knelt down beside her she tried to stand... she fell over once again. She was looking everywhere but at me and then she screamed....in a very scary way. There was something horribly wrong with this goat.
I scooped her up and ran for the house. Placing June on the floor I called the vet, he was on an appointment and would call me right back. He wouldn't call in time.....as I hug up my cell phone she started to seize....holding her in a panic I called for Dave who was sleeping off an overtime shift upstairs. There must have been sheer horror in my voice because I heard his feet hit the floor and he was in front of me in three seconds.
There on my kitchen floor, in the same place that I held her the first time I bottle fed her my baby goat died.
 
Some people may say I'm being a little dramatic about just a little goat.....to those people I say
"find a different blog because this one isn't for you"
The loss of any pet is a horrible thing. I'm sad, I'm defeated and I feel guilty......
 
Why, you ask?
 
Because this was preventable, this should not have happened.
The water at the farm has a very high sulfur content. It smells like rotten eggs and taste awful. We have a very fancy water filtration system that takes care of this
 
Then why did the goat die? Good question
 
I did not know goats are very sensitive to sulfur and it causes a thiamine deficiency. Low thiamine causes the nervous system to shut down which explains the blindness, disorientation and convulsions.
 
But you have a fancy filtration system?
 
Yes, but I turned it off. When the filter is on there is very low pressure. It takes FOR-EV-ER to fill the water buckets so I bybass it.
 
That is why I feel guilty, that is why Junebug should still be in the pasture. This week I learned a horrible lesson in keeping goats...the hard way.
                      
                            Accidents happen and ill never forget this one.....or my little Junebug
 

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Chores

I have to find a better word for the daily jobs I have here on the farm. Twice a day I perform a routine that I thoroughly enjoy. So I have to stop calling it "My Chores"....

chore  (chôr, chr)
n.
1. A routine or minor duty or task. See Synonyms at task.
2. chores Daily or routine domestic tasks, especially a farmer's routine morning and evening tasks, such as feeding livestock.
3. An unpleasant or burdensome task
 
#1and 2 are technically correct in the definition but don't have a sense of joy #3 Is just horrible ...I really put a lot of emotion into words and every time I use the word "chore" it feels so negative. So how about calling it "My work"....
 
work  (wûrk)
n.
1. Physical or mental effort or activity directed toward the production or accomplishment of something.
 
Again by definition "My work" would be a perfect way to describe what I do but its just not feeling right. What about calling it "My Jobs"...

job 1  (jb)
n.
1. A regular activity performed in exchange for payment, especially as one's trade, occupation, or profession.
2. A position in which one is employed.
3.
a. A task that must be done
b. A specified duty or responsibility. See Synonyms at task.

a. A specific piece of work to be done for a set fee: an expensive repair job.
b. The object to be worked on.
c. Something resulting from or produced by work.
 
OK its definitely a regular activity but not all things I do are in exchange for payment. For instance my chickens make the farm money but the horses do not. (Now if happiness can be counted as payment....but how do you measure it?) I could call it "My duties".....
 
du·ty  (dt, dy-)
n. pl. du·ties
1. An act or a course of action that is required of one by position, social custom, law, or religion: Do your duty to your country.
2.
a. Moral obligation: acting out of duty.
b. The compulsion felt to meet such obligation.
3. A service, function, or task assigned to one, especially in the armed forces: hazardous duty.
4. Function or work; service: jury duty. See Synonyms at function.
 
Well again there is no pleasure in the word "duty"
 
I am at a loss.....I need a word that would describe the joy I feel pulling on those muck boots and the sheer satisfaction in seeing a full water trough knowing my animals has everything they need. This word would have to have a ring to it since most of the time I sing to the pigs as I clean their stall. It has to say "I love this routine because I have everything I want and feel so blessed"
 
Can you think of a word that says all these things? 
 

Monday, November 4, 2013

Elegance

As a professional Ballroom dancer I know elegance. I've worn ball gowns with floating chiffon and so many rhinestones it puts a Christmas tree to shame. I have had my hair in the most delicate styles accented with crystal combs and spent hours applying the perfect makeup to wow the judges. However that's not the kind of elegance I want to talk about. I want to talk about something much more simple. Something that many people don't even notice. I want to talk about my cow.

There is something so delicate and soft in that big bovine. She moves with slow grace across her pasture as if performing a wonderful waltz for whoever is lucky enough to catch it. I see it? Does anyone else?

 

Even when grazing its something to be seen, each step is in tune with her mouth. Bite, bite, bite, step. Bite, bite, bite, step. Such a cadence can only be compared to a daring tango.

After all that dancing she curls up in her warm stall to rest. Such a star, my little Rainie.
This is the kind of elegance that can mesmerize me now. I find myself putting down full buckets of water just to capture it.

Rainie, my elegant......cow





You are rich when the hay loft is full

Excuse me while I go back to my childhood. Does anyone remember Duck Tales?
 
 
 In case you don't its about this family of ducks and they get into all sorts of adventures. In the opening sequence one duck dives into his stash of money and swims in it.
 
Watch ....Those little duck butts are adorable
 
 Its the coolest thing ....except....I want a vault  hay loft full to the ceiling with hay.
 
 
 All you crazy horse people are out there shaking your head...yes that would be great.
You feel so wealthy when the hay loft is stacked with the best quality feed for your animals. I absolutely want the best health for my equine addiction but what's more important is what I feed the animals that provide food for us. What goes in the chickens, goats, and cow come out in eggs, and milk. If I feed them crap I will get less than quality product from them.
 
This is why when I see a beautiful lush hay field I am envious of the farmer who gets to harvest it.
 
 I covet perfectly stacked hay wagons and barns. (Yes I will pray about that sin)
 
 
Funny... I used to want diamonds .......now I want hay fields.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Goats go through the terrible twos

 

 
Last winter we got the most precious baby goats. When we brought them home they were just a few days old and it was frigid outside. So......I did what any farmer would do....I put them in a laundry basket and kept them with me at all times.

 We named them Junebug, Finnley, and Annabelle. We bottle fed them and I cuddled them and let them sit in my lap


Then they got comfortable and wouldn't stay in their basket. So..... I did what any farmer would do....I put them in our shower.


Within a week they were stronger and needed to be in the barn, It was still cold.... so just to be safe we stacked straw around their stall and I checked on them hundreds of times a day ( OK.. maybe only ten times)


This is where all the was cuteness drained from them. I had spoiled them. They cried and screamed and wailed every time we left the barn. I said "Surely this wont last forever"

Then they became escape artists ....it doesn't matter what I did they found a way out of their enclosures. If that wasn't bad enough they were mischievous and destructive.

One morning I found them loose in the barn with a mess that cant be forgiven. Lead ropes and halters taken off hooks laying in piles of poo. My treat jar smashed on the ground and the peppermints that used to be inside were either thrown about or half eaten with the wrappers still on. Hay forks and shovels toppled over and a big bag of mineral powder ripped open and spread everywhere. They spent the night laughing at me while they danced on my saddles and dented my grain bins with those little hooves. I was furious.


Now they are a little older and have calmed down quite a bit. No more jumping on me while I try to do my chores. No more screaming at me as soon as they hear the screen door open. No more running in circles when I try to catch them.

They are sweet and gentle. They are calm and for the most part pretty quiet. They are like my little frolicking dogs and are content to just hang out with me as I work.
 

I'm so glad my goats are past the terrible twos.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Is it a farm or a hobby? Am i a housewife or a farmer?

    Some of you may know I have been spending a lot of time with some amazing people at South Pork Ranch in Chatsworth IL. I have learned so much and have left feeling inspired each time I leave. I spend most of the time there listening and asking questions but I have been forced to do some real thinking when the tables were turned and  I was asked these two questions.....


"Is it a Farm or a Hobby?"

To me its a farm, I mean why would I live here if it wasn't right? Its 3.5 acres with a pretty farmhouse and a beautiful barn. It has gardens and fruit trees and is complete with a chicken coop. Its a farm.....but I knew I couldn't say that with confidence, something inside me was telling me "Its not a farm unless it pays the bills" Its not a real farm because my animals are pets. I love them and coo over them. I give them baths and tie bows in their hair. I would be laughed at if I said that out loud.
I had a lot of thinking to do. I want it to be a self sufficient farm. I want to grow or raise everything we eat and cut out processed foods. I want to get back to a more natural way of living and help others do the same. So for now it may be a hobby but you can bet it wont be for long.

"Just say it, you are a farmer"

Its true I am both a housewife and a farmer. I haul hay and carry buckets. I gather eggs and muck out stalls. I manage a variety of animal's well being and health. I grow, can, dehydrate and freeze tons of produce. I make homemade bread and know how to fry a chicken. I can keep up with the boys on Saturday and walk out of the house Sunday morning in heals and curls.
I am both a housewife and a farmer and I can say I've never been happier.

I am so grateful for the time I spend growing and learning on South Pork Ranch. I cant think of a better way to spend the day than improving yourself in some way, and ill do just that as long as they will have me.


Saturday, October 26, 2013

Idealistic vs Realistic

One of the main characteristics I describe myself with is "Idealistic". I don't do anything without having a 1950's or sometimes earlier view of it. When we first moved to the farm I thought it would be the coolest thing to have our chickens be able to free range. 
 

 
 I imagined them clucking around the barnyard at a soothing, relaxing pace.
I would walk out to the coop, basket in hand to gather eggs and they would come running when I called. Of course there would be chicks all in a row following a broody hen
 
 Well let me tell you what "Realistic " looks like!
A flock of chickens may pass under your kitchen window in a very upset cackle of arguments on who gets to stand closest to your Rooster. God forbid one of your chicks turns out to be an additional Roo, if this happens there will be crowing contests between the men of the group. Those boys have very strong opinions on which hens belong to them. Every once in a while  OK several times a day you will be startled by a squawking hen running for her life with a Rooster hot on her tail. Have you ever seen a Rooster run? Its like a mini velociraptor!
  Now if one of the girls spots a tasty worm there will be a graphic fight where it could get ripped into several worm portions.
While I do walk out to the coop swinging my basket ( and skipping ) sometimes reaching into a occupied nest box can be painful. Those girls do not like their fluffy butts lifted and their eggs stolen. ( here I thought they were going to give them up willingly) Out of six nest boxes only one will be "just right" and they don't wait patiently for it to be vacant. She will squawk and squawk to tell her friend to HURRY UP!
 
Its not all crazy antics though, some of the ladies really do like attention and I adore the "singing" my Rooster gently coos to his girls. I love watching them peck around the yard and laying in the shade of the fruit trees. Of course there is the delicious eggs too...that's a plus!
 
The Chickens are by far the most entertaining group on the farm and while its nothing like my vision I wouldn't trade it for all the eggs in china....or is it tea? Well you know what I mean