Monday, April 29, 2013

Blown Away!


As you can see, I was blown away by the wind gusts last Weds!  My dad and Shannon had told me to stake it down, but I didn't like that idea very much because the whole idea of the chicken tractor is to be easily moved around.  Having to dig up stakes, and re-stake kinda defeated the purpose.  But now, there is no purpose, because the tractor is demolished.  I will salvage what I can, and go back to the drawing table. 

This storm literally came on without much warning, and the tarp took sail and left the little fat chicks scattering to  the wind.  The up side to having Cornish Rocks broilers, is that they are so fat and cumbersome that they couldn't run fast or far.  They are shacked up again with the other babies in the coop.  Just as well.  They didn't scratch, eat bugs or grass anyways.  They're too lazy.  They literally just ate, fell asleep with their heads in the trough, to wake up again to eat.  Nasty birds.  I hope they taste good, though.  :)

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Chicken Tractor


My mom and dad came down for Easter and my dad brought with him his design for a chicken tractor. You may be wondering, "What in the world is a CHICKEN TRACTOR??"  It's essentially an open bottomed cage for chickens.  You put them on grass, and they scratch, peck, eat bugs, grass, and fertilize your yard.  Every day or so, you move the tractor, to a fresh spot and repeat.  
Most of the plans dad and I looked at were made out of wood, and dad wanted something that was bit more lightweight and manageable for a little lady like myself.  So, dad, being the mechanical engineer that he is, designed a tractor out of PVC.  Originally, it was to be 6x20 hoop-house style.  Our plans quickly changed...






It set up very quickly, but we soon realized after putting the first 20 foot section of wire on, we needed bracing.  


So, we all put our heads together, and decided to make it into a 6'x10' chicken tractor framed like a house.  It turned out great.  The key to great designs is having the ability to be flexible and roll with the punches.  


I then went out and bought 25 Cornish Rock broiler chicks.  They are the little yellow ones above.


Gandolf had to inspect his new charges...



I also bought 8 Cuckoo Marans at the same time (the little black ones).  


Gandolf really loves his job.  He is so sweet with them.  They cuddled up in and around his arms and tummy to stay warm.  He was sure not to move.  The CR broilers quickly grew, and now, at 3 weeks old, were ready for their transition to the chicken tractor.  Pyper and Raegan helped me last night.


We sat out there for about an hour watching the chicks peck, scratch, eat, and poo.  Fun times on the farm.  Especially when Pyper asked when we're going to eat them.  Gotta love a girl who knows where her food comes from!


Monday, April 15, 2013

Farm Fresh


Many people can't believe a girl born and bred in Northern Virginia can love living on a farm as much as I do.  My parents are amazed by the transformation, and simply, the happiness it brings us.  My inlaws, farmers from the Appalachian Mountains, even shake their heads and call me crazy.  I know I am quite counter-culture.  My ideas are outside most people's ideas of "normal" but it works for us.  Here's a snapshot of why I love living on my farm, being a caretaker of humans and animals alike.  They both bring us so much joy.



Horse kisses


Trotting through the fields


Free Ranging


Kids playing hide and go seek in gardens


Bountiful eggs


Cats sitting on eggs


Riding your favorite horse in the mountains


First rides with wind in your hair


Harvesting potatoes

Eggs of all colors and shapes

We are growing happiness.  Why don't you come over and soak in the view from here???

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Meet Gandolf!


Last month, after having lost 4 chickens to either a fox and/or raccoon, Shannon got fed up with me coming in with a long face, near tears.  I would report another loss, and feel helpless.  I would put them up in the barn, to have them either snatched from their roosts, or in broad daylight.  Shannon's suggestion was to get a livestock guardian dog, and so the search began.  I saw an ad on FB for a Great Pyrenese that was for sale.  I emailed the lady and we went to look at this guy...


 The above picture was the picture on the ad...When we saw him, he was in a little kennel with 2 goats.  He was so shy, skittish and frightened.  Not to mention underweight.  SO, we loaded him up and took him home.  We left him in the barn for several days, walking him around the fence lines, and we quickly fell in love.  He was very protective of his barn, and the chickens.  Once I felt he was secure enough with his boundaries, I let him off the leash, and he roamed, sniffed and quickly crawled underneath our fence!  Geesh!  He always came back, so I didn't worry too much.  I did notice him crossing our busy road, but he would come right back.  I ordered a shock collar to teach him his boundaries, but in the waiting, he was hit by a car.  I came home a week after getting him, and found him like this...


 In the barn, beat up pretty badly, and unable to stand up.  I called our trusty friend and vet, Frances, and she told me it wasn't an emergency and to wait until the morning to take him in to the vet.  The following morning, Shannon and I loaded him up into the truck, and I dropped him off into the loving care of the Wytheville Community Clinic, where our other friend, Kay, is the vet.  She did x-rays and called me to tell me he had dislocated his hip and had to be put under anesthesia.  We decided to go ahead and have him neutered while there. 


 The next day, I picked up our sweet boy, and put him in the Prius.  He was so happy to come home, but I could tell he was in pain.  I got him home, put him in his stall, and he immediately relaxed.  It was like he knew he was home. 

His tail started to wag, and all was well in Gandolf's world.  He was confined for 10 days in his stall, but now he's good as new!


"Thank you, Kay, for fixing my leg and making me less of a man!!!"

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Easter Pics


This year, I decided to sew the girls' Easter dresses.  I fell in love with this pattern.  I ordered the hot pink chevron material online and whipped them up in no time.  Mom bought the cute hats.



 "Raegan, momma wants to take pictures!"

 Cutie with her My Little Pony, Crystal, that Mamom and PopPop bought her...

 My world.

 Shannon's girls.


 Mamom, PopPop, Joshua with Pyper and Raegan

 Family picture.  I wish the girls were smiling!

 Pyper and Joshua

 Raegan getting her goodies

 I wonder what Pyper was thinking of...

 I love this little one.

Reading to Callie, the cat that loves the girls....

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Got (RAW) Milk?

This is a pretty controversial subject, and I have debated posting about this.  However, I try to be as transparent as possible, educate, and let you know what successes and failures we encounter along the way.  As I have mentioned before, Raegan has a milk allergy.  She can't drink milk, and for quite some time, couldn't even eat cheese, yogurt or anything with milk in it.  So, I started researching alternatives.  At a year old, we put her on almond milk, which she drank for about 6 weeks and then just flat refused it.  At her 16 month check up, she was underweight, and only in the 14th percentile for weight.  I did MORE research and this is what we've decided to do: drink raw milk.  Raw milk is just milk straight from the cow, unpasteurized and not homogenized.  Please don't leave me any nasty comments or when you see me, make a cross and run away.  We have researched this.  I have my Masters in Public Health, and YES!  I'm a public health employee that drinks RAW milk!  EEEEKKKK!!!!  Let me tell you why we made the switch.  Again, this is not to change your mind on the issue, but to instead educate you about WHY we switched. 



Here are our top 10 reasons for the switch:

1. Raw milk is vastly more nutritious than pasteurized milk.

2. Raw milk contains enzymes.  “Pasteurization destroys all the enzymes in milk— in fact, the test for successful pasteurization is absence of enzymes. These enzymes help the body assimilate all bodybuilding factors, including calcium. That is why those who drink pasteurized milk may suffer, nevertheless, from osteoporosis.” — Sally Fallon-Morell, RealMilk.com

3.  Raw milk contains probiotics.  “Bacteria have a reputation for causing disease, so the idea of tossing down a few billion a day for your health might seem — literally and figuratively — hard to swallow. But a growing body of scientific evidence suggests that you can treat and even prevent some illnesses with foods and supplements containing certain kinds of live bacteria. Northern Europeans consume a lot of these beneficial microorganisms, called probiotics (from pro and biota, meaning “for life”), because of their tradition of eating foods fermented with bacteria, such as yogurt. Probiotic-laced beverages are also big business in Japan.” — Harvard Medical School, “Health Benefits of Taking Probiotics”

4.  Raw milk is easier to digest — even for the lactose intolerant.

5.  Raw milk is safer than pasteurized milk. It contains “built-in safety systems” that help destroy pathogens:




While raw milk often gets blamed for food-borne illnesses, the truth is, raw milk is safer than salad:




6.  Raw milk is better for cows.



 I always figured “organic milk” was the very best. But I was wrong. Organic milk often comes from cows in factories. Did you know, for example, that Horizon is a factory farm? I didn’t. I believed they were “happy cows”.




Unless the cows are raised on pasture, they are not healthy and they are certainly not happy. And if a cow is not healthy, how can her milk be healthy?




A cow in confinement lives on average for just 3.5 years. A cow grazing on pasture? Twelve years or more.

7.  Clean, nutritious milk comes from healthy cows that eat grass, not sick cows eating grain.  Most cows, even at the “organic” dairies, are fed grain — corn and soy. Cows were never meant to eat grain. They are meant to eat grass, and to graze on pasture. When cows are fed grain, even organic grain, it makes them sick.


8.  Raw milk is better for farmers. Raw milk can help turn the economy around in rural America.  This is one of my biggest reasons. I don’t know about you, but I hate what’s become of rural America. A few decades ago, people still raised their own food on small farms. Now our small farms have almost been completely wiped out by corporate America. Now instead of small farms with organic vegetables and cows grazing on pasture, we have Wal-Marts full of processed crap.

9.  Raw milk doesn’t go “bad” like pasteurized milk does.  If you leave a gallon of pasteurized milk on the counter overnight, what happens to it? It goes bad! But if you leave a gallon of raw milk out, you can do all kinds of things with it. You can separate the cream. You can make butter, buttermilk, and whey. You can make yogurt. You can make cheese. You can add kefir or filmjolk culture and make all kinds of fermented treats.


10.  Raw milk tastes better! Ask my family!!!  Pyper went from rarely drinking milk to asking for 2-3 glasses a day.  She has always suffered from constipation, but since drinking raw milk, her bowels have regulated.  I chalk it up to the probiotics.  Raegan still wont DRINK milk (in her mind, the white stuff makes her sick), but I put it in custards, puddings, yogurt, butter, and other recipes and Raegan has had zero issues with digesting it.  Even Shannon, who was very skeptical, has admitted to preferring it.  I love how rich and creamy it tastes. 

It is illegal in the state of Va to buy raw milk, but we have joined a herd share at a local dairy.  They deliver our milk every Monday to the pharmacy.  The dairy has an open door policy, and we can go there anytime unannounced.  They don't have anything to hide.  They have happy, healthy cows.  The herd share costs $40/month, and we get a gallon a week.  Yes, if you do the math, it costs $10 a gallon, but I am able to make butter, yogurt and siphon off the cream for baking or my coffee, so it evens out.  I do want to try my hand at cheese making.  Maybe one day...

**Thanks to www.cheeseslave.com for her informative post, that I have essentially plagiarized.  I just couldn't have said it better!**


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Notes of Gratitude


A few months ago, I blogged about my friend, Sarina and her girls getting snowed in with us.  They live in sunny Florida (oh, how I wish I were there now!).  They made such an impression on me, how bright, kind, well behaved they were, that I wanted to show my appreciation to Sarina for raising such amazing young ladies.  Oh, did I mention that Sarina home schools these gems?  

I asked Sarina what her middle daughter, Averie would like, and she said she's interested in Native American costumes.  SO, I headed to JoAnn's and whipped this one up for her. The beaded necklace was made by Pyper, the feathers were donated by Fannie, our lost chicken, and I made the costume.  I think it turned out great.  Clearly, Averie thought so.


Hailey, the eldest, loves Breyer horses.  I went to Tractor Supply and picked up some small Appaloosa horses for her collection.  When she was visiting, she went into great detail about the horses she had along with the barns, paddocks, etc.  I will always encourage a little girl's love for my favorite animal.


 Amelia, the youngest, is obsessed with the Little Mermaid and anything to do with mermaids.  She saw and played with the mermaid tail I made for Pyper, and she told me she would love one, too.  Hint, hint!  I love that little girl!  So, I made a mermaid tail for her.

I mailed the package with a letter and I immediately got these pictures from Sarina.  Knowing the gifts were well received made it worth it!  But the BEST part????




 Look at what I got in the mail yesterday!!!!


 Wonderful drawings, with flap doors showing horses and chickens and chicks...


 A well written letter, with proper grammar, letter structure and another great drawing.


 A cute letter with another flap door showing another horse peeking out.


And a beautiful drawing of  Black Leopard Appaloosa!

This just touched me so much because kids are no longer taught to write thank you notes.  Let alone take the time away from TV or video games to draw what they love best.  I, personally, chalk it up to the parents.  Sarina and her husband have taught the girls that this is the polite and respectful response to receiving gifts.  My mom and dad always had me write thank you notes, and many of my friends even now, make fun of me for dropping a note of thanks in the mail when they have done something over and beyond.  I will teach my girls this skill as well.  Besides, it put a Perma-Grin on my face and I'll treasure these notes of thanks.