Ole' Trusty

I took Abby, our 3 year old Paint, out on her first trail ride Saturday.  Mark, the horse trainer wanted to go with me on our first ride, so we picked up a friend, Faith, and headed out to Cold Branch in Cripple Creek.  Abby hopped on the trailer, looking forward to her next adventure.  We noted that she was in heat, when Faith's gelding, Caller, came a callin'.  lol  Oh, well.  I wouldn't have ever known it was her time of the month, had she not peed every time she got close to her new boyfriend, Caller.  

 I hopped on her, and we rode off to the trail head.  She was curious, but very relaxed.  You can tell I was too, because I was able to take pictures of her maiden voyage.  

 There were 2 water crossings such as this.  She did great!  We're out in front in the above and lower picture.  

At this water crossing, the water hit her belly and she snorted a bit.  My feet got wet, but it felt great!  I'm so proud of this filly!

 She was shortly drinking and eating on the trail like any great trail horse!

 It was mostly a wooden path, with some mud, but nothing bothered Abby.  She remained calm, and seemed to really enjoy herself.  We opened a gate, rode through meadows, and crossed some treacherous water crossings.  She took it all in stride, though and didn't spook once.  

We took the lead the last leg of the journey.  She really liked being the boss.  Typical woman.  ha!  The scenery was gorgeous and I can't wait to take Ole' Trusty out on the trail again soon!

A Fresh One...

Look at what Gandolf killed last Saturday night in the barn!  Yay, Gandolf!  It was in the barn, where Gandolf sleeps, and he wasn't going to let this guy get near his chickens and turkeys!  I found it last night buried in front of the coop door inside the barn.  What a great dog!  (When HE isn't eating my chickens and turkeys!)

Gooble, Gobble!

May 1st I went to Lights at Stone Mill in Abingdon and picked up 11 of these cuties...what are they???

Mammoth Bronze Breasted Turkeys.  The Toms should dress out at 40 lbs and the hens should dress out at about 30 lbs.  These are Christmas gifts for close family and friends that said they'd like one. 

This isn't the greatest picture, but here they are at 6 weeks.  They're growing like weeds and already gobbling.  I have to say, they are not the brightest of God's critters, but they are sweet and let me hold them.  I'll grow them until October or November and then I'll process them just like I did with the chickens.  YUM!

Butchering Nasty Beasties...

I never understood why many of my friends told me that chickens were nasty.  That they smelled and were...did I mention, NASTY?  Well, I do now.  Because many people have raised meat chickens.  In particular, Cornish Rock cross meaties.  I have had many chickens in one or more coops at a time, and I have to say, they have never had an odor, and I genuinely enjoy them.  I didn't enjoy raising these Cornish Rocks though.  Did I mention they were NASTY?  They stunk!  As soon as you would walk into our huge barn, the smell of unprocessed chicken poop would accost you, and you couldn't help but wrinkle your nose.  I added fresh bedding, changed the feeders, waters, cleaned them, did everything I could think of--but they still were the stinkiest birds EVER.  They just don't digest their food like regular chickens.  And they don't move around a lot.  They were so gluttonous, that they would fall asleep with their faces in the feeders to wake up to keep eating.  They were so immobile, they wore off the feathers from their breasts to their vents (bottoms). 

They start off cute like these little yellow chicks. 

 A week later...they are still cute....

 At 4 weeks, they have grown so much that chicks their same age look tiny compared to them...

 Here's a stock picture of a Cornish Rock Rooster.  We had several that looked like him.  Splayed legs, and big barrel chests.

 Here is the first one we caught and butchered.  As you can see, his chest feathers (those left) were soiled, nasty and crusted with poop.  YUCK!

I hung them "out to dry" essentially.  They go into a hypnotic state when upside down, then I cut their throats.  They quietly bleed out, and then we scald them.   If you want to see my past buchering post with step by step instructions, go here: http://farmwithoutaname.blogspot.com/2012/07/butcher-time.html

 This is the coolest chicken plucker EVER!  I went in with 4 families to buy the supplies, and our friend's husband, Andrew, put it together.  Check out how to make yours by Googling "Whizbang chicken plucker".  It worked beautifully!  This was the only positive about butchering the chickens...seeing how effective this thing worked!  Within 15 seconds, the chicken was perfectly plucked!  I have a video to share, but was having difficulty uploading it.  I'll try again.

 Here are some of the feathers from 8 chickens. 

 I saved the feet and necks for broth....

 And the livers for Shannon's Great Aunt that apparently makes the BEST fried chicken livers.  I say APPARENTLY because that turns my stomach.  However, I'm all about using all parts of the chicken and not wasting any...we also saved the heads and guts for the dogs.  They were quite happy with me.  I aim to please. 

 After finishing the cleaning, I put them in a large cooler with ice waterto let them CHILL OUT.  lol  ...where Hammish cat decided to get a sip of water.  Yuck!  Oh, well...all is well that ends well.  I now have 80 lbs of chicken in the freezer.  The roosters weighed in at 10 lbs fully dressed and the hens weighed in at 9 lbs fully dressed...and they were only 8 weeks old at butchering.  Crazy Mutant Natsty Beasties!

Snail Tails

In the midst of all this rain, I was leaving work one evening and looked down to find all these beautiful SNAILS crossing the sidewalk, hanging off the iris leaves, and in the dandelions.  The complexity of their shells and the beautiful colors intrigued me. Isn't God amzing to have created such an unusual creature?   I immediately ran in, put 6 in a cup and brought them home to Pyper.  She was enthralled by them.  Raegan really enjoyed them, too! 

Our nanny, Mrs. Carolyn, had raised snails many years ago, and taught the girls all about them.  Built a terrarium, and discussed how they ate, moved, where their homes were, how they are classified as mollusks, etc.  I tried to explain that snails were invertebrates, but got the glazed look from Pyper.  Perhaps that was a bit over her head...

Pyper loved to put them on her arms and watch the "SLIME" trail.  She identified their antennae and explained how they worked.  See why I love homeschooling??? This is just so cool!

Airing Out Dirty Laundry

 Ok, so I'm putting it out there!  Look how unorganized our laundry/mud room was!  Hampers, baskets of seedling potatoes, a mop bucket, random rugs and countless work boots.

It was such an eye sore, and I was so embarrassed when company would go back there to use the restroom.  One thing about our home, we don't have enough storage!  So, I set off for Lowes.

 I bought some brackets, new MATCHING laundry baskets, and put names in each one.  This is especially helpful for the nanny.  She is so good to do our laundry, but would stack it on our bed or on the foot of the bed.  Being tired when I get home, the last thing I want to do is put away laundry.  So, now, she just puts the clean laundry in the corresponding basket and I can pick it up and put it away when I feel like it! *Which by the way, is NEVER, but hey, it has to be done!*



I'm proud to report that this project cost a total of $25, took about an hour out of my life and makes our laundry room a lot more organized! 

Picking Up Chicks

I was making dinner last night and our neighbor came to the door to tell me Gandolf was taking chickens from the barn and taking them down near the creek, putting them down and going back up to the barn and repeating the process.  I ran out, and sure enough, he had taken 6 of the meat chickens down to the bottom field near the creek. 2 were dead. 3 were injured (slightly) and one was just stunned. Shannon and I were talking and we think he was trying to either protect them, or playing with them.  Because he was gentle in his carrying.  He didn't tear into them to eat them.  Because if he were trying to kill them to eat them, he wouldn't have left them alive to gather more. It was so strange! I put the live ones back in the coop, hoping they would be ok. But an hour or so later, I checked on them and the other chickens were pecking at their injuries. SO, I felt it was more humane to just butcher them. I skinned them and put 4 in the freezer. Their skin was torn, but there were no puncture wounds.  I put one around Gandolf's neck to prevent him from ever putting another in his mouth. Suzanne and Bill, our trusty chicken loving neighbors, have had success with this before. We'll see. I did an inventory tonight of the babies (chickens) and I started with 55 and now only have 46. 4 baby chicks died (pretty typical), lost 4 yesterday, have lost 7 to air predators (hawks).   I'm thinking that when I put them outside in their fenced in  coop that is outside, hawks are getting them. I think this because none of the bigger chicks are missing. I'm disgusted. Gandolf can't protect from air predators, and then he inadvertently became one himself. I'm sad

I tied a dead Cornish rock around his neck.  It's an old-timey way of preventing a dog from touching the chickens in the future.  We'll try it for a few days.  Poor Gandolf. 

I skinned the chickens.  As you can see, there was no damage or puncture wounds to the meat.  I just couldn't bear throwing out these perfectly good chickens that I've raised for the last 3 weeks.  They weighed in at around 2-3 pounds each dressed.  They're now in our freezer.  I'm impressed with their growth though!  I bought them as day old chicks April 8, and on May 2 they were butchered.  Pretty impressive.