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Month: June 2014 (page 2 of 2)

meet the big bird quartet: goose breed, personality, and style

we’ve had our geese for a little while now, but still haven’t talked too much about them. i feel like we’re often ranting and rambling about chicken-related activities, and since we both agree that the geese are more entertaining, i’m not sure why we haven’t given more air time to our four-part, feathery flock. here’s a little bit more info about our handsome and hilarious geese:

they finally have names, by the way! our gander is named audobon (nick name: audo), and he is an emden goose. emdens have lovely blue eyes, an array of feathers on their neck that make them appear to be wearing a wavy, ruffley collar. we’ve learned that his breed is generally more friendly and quiet, but he is the first to hiss at bolt if bolt runs up to the cage with too much gusto! right after we got him, he hurt his toe (it seems he ripped his toenail off climbing over and into the kiddie pool), and it took him a little while to heal. we think it helped that he is bigger than the girls and was therefore unable to squeeze through different escape routes that the ridiculous and maddening houdina would find periodically. this means he didn’t spend most of his days wandering all about the yard like the girls did, and his relative immobility likely helped the healing process. i also noticed that his healing toe was grayish, even after we put some antiseptic on it, and it wasn’t until the gray was completely gone (which happened after a few days of wet, heavy, constant rain) that he seemed to completely recover. anyway, i super enjoy audo, as he is a true gentleman and really the only goose that will let you pet him (unless one is collected by ambush and forced into a petting!).

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from left to right: houdina (an african), china (a chinese), and audo (an emden) as he walks away, bored with us.

our two african geese are named houdina, a name that represents the fusion of her escape artistry (like houdini) and her thinking-outside-the-box nature (like my mother), and iza, a motherly and solid (neanderthal) character in one of our favorite book series, earth’s children series. our white chinese goose, also a female, is named china (pronounced chee-na) due to a memory that jason and i have from our time spent in peru. for more about the not-so-p.c. origin of china‘s name, you’ll have to shoot us a comment. african and chinese geese are much more vocal than emdens and although still friendly, less inclined to come over for human attention. the folks that we bought our flock from told us that audo and one of the africans had bonded as mates, and while he would breed with all of the geese, he and his mate would be the main partners in egg-sitting. that seems to have been mostly true, during the short time that the geese were interested in sitting on eggs. all four of them helped each other out, but the most memorable moment was one time when houdina led an escape. she found a way out (as is in her nature) and was followed closely by china. iza followed later on and all three of them had a great time walking around in the yard, snacking and pooping in really inconvenient places. when we later glanced at audo, we saw that he was still inside their cage sitting patiently on an egg in their nest, seemingly unconcerned by girls-night-out. this entertained me to no end!

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iza (an african), sitting on one of her eggs.

our chinese goose, china, is by far the most ornery and the smallest. she is also white, and like the african houdina and iza, has a bump on the top of her nose. i would consider china our homestead mascot, actually, right alongside bolt the dog. though she is the smallest, she is the most offended by things (anything, really) and has taken to running at you with her nose down as through she plans to snow plow you out of existence. when this first happened to us, we were a little freaked out (would the lot of them flog us…?) but once we realized she was just bluffing it quickly became comical. endearing, actually. if she actually follows through with getting over to me, she’ll simply and gently bump me with her beak or have a dainty little taste of my outfit. she is definitely my favorite, and acts like everyone’s big sister. she also has blue eyes, although they are more gray-blue than audo‘s.

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watch out for china, here she comes!

now that you know about their personalities, there is only one more thing to mention… the noise! it is honestly impossible to talk over them when they are honking for food. much louder than a dog’s bark, their tone is such that it not only covers up other noises, it cancels them out, like a high tech noise-canceling device. but, more on this later when we have a video to share!

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Sweet Potato Slips: The Start of Something Great

Last year’s sweet potato crop was a great one. We are still eating them to this day, and have a few dozen more to go through. This will probably coincide nicely with the first round of early potatoes from the garden, which is exciting because that means we have not had to buy any sort of potato or root tuber since we harvested our potatoes last September, and our sweet potatoes last November. This is definitely one area where even a small homestead can achieve self sufficiency.

jason, placing freshly dug sweet potatoes in a box

Some of last years harvest

In that regard, I tend to favor sweet potatoes as a self reliance crop. They store better, are healthier, are more adapted to our humid summers, are more tolerant of drought and pests, and they are easier to propagate. To start a new crop of sweet potatoes, you must produce slips, small green shoots that sprout from the tubers. These shoots are then pinched, cut, or slipped off and transplanted into the garden. 1 small tuber can produce over 1 dozen slips, and will do so readily in many conditions. Compare this to Irish potatoes, where you plant seed potatoes. These are small potatoes, or chunks of larger potatoes with at least 1 eye. These must be stored from last year’s harvest, and we have found it much easier to store sweet potatoes, which seem to only get better with age, than Irish potatoes, which want to shrivel up and grow numerous long, creepy, eyes.

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a tire makes a nice place to start some sweet potato slips

Last year, Emma’s father got some sweet potatoes from a local farmer, and started the slips for us. This year, we tried a few different methods on our own and are now overrun with sweet potato slips ready to be transplanted. Some of our slips were started from tubers planted horizontally in tires filled with garden soil. The black tires absorb the heat from the sun, and stimulate slip production and growth. These slips are nice because they are already partially hardened off to the outside world, and are growing roots from the parts of the shoots that are under soil.

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The shoots growing out of the tubers are the the slips.

We also started some slips in mason jars. We picked small tubers for these and jammed them together in the jars making sure that about half of the tubers were over the top of the jar. A few toothpicks helps to keep everything in place. We then filled the jars with water and placed them in a sunny window. By keeping the jars inside, the temperature never got too cold and was often in the 70-80 degree range that triggers slip production. Slips began to form in about a week, and when they were 5-8 inches long, we separated them from the tuber by pinching, nipping, or cutting it off at the base, and then put them in water to produce roots.

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Store the slips in water before transplanting so that they start to grow roots.

These slips, along with some given to us by Emma’s dad, will be transplanted soon. Some will go into the new hugelkulture woody beds we are in the process of making, some will go into other beds in the garden, and I want to experiment with some as a ground cover around the fruit trees in our new food forest. I know that this is often done in the tropics and sub-tropics where sweet potatoes are perennial, so I don’t think its too far of a stretch to try it in our temperate climate as an annual herbaceous support species. Either way, we hope that this year’s will match last year’s sweet potato harvest, and we look forward to dining on sweet potato ginger soup, sweet potato fries and hashbrowns, as well as roasting and adding them to hearty stews. Mmmm….

cabbage: a salad and sauerkraut experience!

just the other day we harvested our first two cabbages from the garden. we were both surprised at how large they grew. we rescued them just in time–before the bugs really got them. for now, it looks like our other cabbages might not make it past the bugs.

but we’re glad to have gotten two of them to eat! we used the larger, nicer head for mixing into our salads and just simply munching. fresh cabbage sure is wonderful!

our first head of cabbage!

our first head of cabbage!

we cut the other head up into small strips and jason is using it for our first batch of lacto-fermented sauerkraut. my aunt makes awesome sauerkraut and she’s actually made some for our wedding (out of red cabbage). we can’t wait to try it! in the meantime, jason continues to check the progress of our little sauerkraut batch to see when it is time to take it from room temperature to the fridge.

slicing cabbage for salads and sauerkraut.

slicing cabbage for salads and sauerkraut.

next up on the lacto-fermenting menu… tons and tons of pickled greenbeans! my favorite!

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a lotta bit of happy and a lotta bit of sad: our first chick

on monday, may 26th, our first baby chicken was born here at the homestead. our first baby anything, for that matter, and it was all very exciting.

the dedicated hens sat on their eggs for 21 days (the incubation period for chickens) and even though we started with 12 eggs, only 1 baby was born. this is because not all of the eggs were fertilized and some of the eggs were busted over time as the many broody hens switched from nest to nest. next time, to prevent this egg-breaking issue, we plan to give the broody hens a better, more private space to sit. i was super excited about the baby being born because 2 fertilized eggs were accidentally crushed only a few days before their hatch date. while it was very interesting to get to examine the nearly born babies, it was also a little sad to know that they came so close to emerging into the world but just never got to. i conducted funerals for both.

so when the first chick was born, i just had to give her a name. i knew there was a chance that she wouldn’t make it (as is the case with all animal infants), but i just couldn’t help it. i named her primera, since “primero” in spanish means “first.”

another really exciting thing about primera, besides the fact that she was here (!!!), was that she was a cross between rex (our black and white speckled barred rock rooster) and one of the tan/golden buff orpington hens. this means that she was a kooky and amazing color blend! her belly was golden fading to bronze, fading to silver, fading to gray. her back was mostly dark gray but she had a golden “crown” of feathers on her head. i was lucky enough to  hold her during her first two days and she was beautiful and lively.

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interestingly, the mothers (yes, two!) that sat on her while she hatched and claimed motherhood, were two black bantam hens. bantams can be better mothers than standards and our bantams are older and a little more mature than our standards. i felt like it was lucky that she had a more experienced mother, and two of them… even better!

on wednesday, may 28th, her third day of life, her mothers took her out of the nest box and into the outside world (as is the norm for all chicks’ coming-out-parties). i have no way of knowing what her time was like in the outside world or how long she was outside (jason and i were both at work).

when i came home and went to feed the chickens that day, i found that she had died. maybe i’m too emotional (i really don’t think so) but it was horrible to see such a new little life no longer alive. her body was laying a few feet from the chicken house and all of the other chickens were going about their daily business. my guess is that her two bantam mothers brought her out in the world and the other chickens (the standards and maybe even some of the bantams) thought she was an intruder and attacked her. and what can two smaller mothers do against a bunch of bigger chickens? nothing really. afterwards, i read up on what could have happened, and i found that this behavior is not uncommon but also not expected. i can perhaps credit it to having the two flocks living together, creating an atmosphere of competition (?). i also think it was harder since there was only one of her, and she was not part of a group.

i was really mad at all of the chickens for a day or two, until i remembered that i can’t humanize them. they are animals. they are important animals–special things–but they are not human and therefore cannot be blamed for “blindly” following instinct. they are not truly guilty, just as i am not guilty for having failed to protect her.

it has been a learning experience, though, and this had taught me what to do differently next time we hatch chicks. for example, i am definitely going to fully separate the new mothers and their babies from the rest of the flock until the babies are at least a few weeks old and less likely to be assaulted. i am also learning something that  i really already knew… that when you raise animals, some of them die. sometimes they die because of health reasons, sometimes they die because of circumstance or lack of understanding on your part. i do know now, that as long as we are trying our best to be good stewards of the animal families that we raise, it is okay. it is the cycle of life, after all.

some things die and some things live, and how can i presume to know the reasons why the universe moves the way it does?

primera’s funeral was conducted “peruvian-style” with jason’s help, and we buried her under a crab apple in the front yard. i thanked her for coming to stay with us for a while and i will not forget her and what she meant to us… that life is possible.

life is always possible.

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we will be taking a break from hatching chicks for a few weeks, and then after that time, once we are better prepared and if some hens are still broody, we will try again.

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Dodger, The Homestead Cat

On our homestead we have some dogs, some chickens, some geese, and if my homemade swarm trap pans out, maybe some bees. But that’s not all! We also have Dodger. Dodger is our very lucky black cat. He has adjusted well to country life and splits his time between the outside world and the inside world where he tries to drink from my water glass ,which gets him exiled to the basement world. But we love him and he is actually quite cool.

dodger the homestead cat

Dodger! The homestead cat!

As a working farm cat, Dodger has 1 primary job on the homestead, hunting small creatures. He’s pretty good and has caught, killed and injured more than a few voles, moles, mice, snakes, lizards and birds. In a perfect world, he would focus his energy on the rodents, but that’s okay. He does however do a great job of patrolling the high grass and brush, and I think he is a huge component in keeping our rodent population in check. This is especially important when you have grains and chicken food around which are essentially mouse candy.

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Dodger with a fresh mouse kill, about to chow down

Life on the homestead just wouldn’t be the same without our pal Dodgey. He’s quite an attention hog, and if you watch closely in our kids wondering videos, you can find him in almost every single one! Dodger, The Homestead Cat.

the greenbean season begins: greenbean water!

time again for greenbeans!!!!

(for some background information about why i insist on writing greenbeans instead of green beans, click here)

what a wonderful day it is! the greenbeans that we cooked tonight did not come from our garden, actually, but from my father’s garden. our greenbeans went in a little later than his did and we shouldn’t be getting any from our plants for a week or so. we almost waited until ours came in to eat any, but we just couldn’t resist my dad’s offer of about 5 pounds of delicious, homegrown greenbeans!

we cooked all of them tonight, cooking them the way we usually do… boiling them in water with a dash of salt and olive oil or coconut oil. we’ve determined that it is a waste of time for us to snap them into “manageable” sized pieces since we enjoy them best whole, with just the stems snapped off. we usually serve them in a glass casserole dish because the beans fit in there perfectly and a dish that has a lid makes for excellent fridge storage.

freshly served, steaming greenbeans doused with coconut oil and salt!

freshly served, steaming greenbeans doused with coconut oil and salt!

when we serve the steaming hot greenbeans we add a dash of salt and drizzle some coconut oil over the top. so delicious! rarely do we use forks when eating such treasures and relish in picking up one at a time with our fingers and munching away! we’ve found that cooking the greenbeans without snapping them also makes for much better greenbean sandwiches with dill mayonnaise (it sounds bizarre but they are fantastic!). the long greenbeans rarely fall off of the bread this way.

an amazing bi-product of boiling the greenbeans is the pot liquor that is left behind. some foods, such as various greens, leave behind a liquid that is not beneficial and even harmful for you to drink. not greenbeans! greenbeans leave behind a pot liquor (we call it greenbean water) that is rich with the nutrients of the greenbeans, in a concentrated form!

greenbean water, still in the pot. though it may look funky, we promise it tastes amazing!

greenbean water, still in the pot. though it may look funky, we promise it tastes amazing!

this might also sound bizarre but it is delicious! we save the greenbean water in the fridge and drink it, sometimes adding a little bit of soy sauce for extra flavor. such extra flavor is not required, by the way, because greenbean water (if you’ve added salt and one of the above-mentioned oils) is already refreshing and even creamy. you can feel the nutrients as you drink it.

cheers to that! perhaps we could toast with greenbean water sometime during the wedding?

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Trying to Catch a Swarm of Honey Bees: Part 1

When we went outside this weekend, we were greeted not only by the sound of the birds chirping, the geese hollering, and Rex and Roosty crowing, but by a strange and rhythmic humming sound coming from our big front yard oak tree. At first I didn’t know what it could be, but after a few moments of listening I realized that it was a whole bunch of bees! I was immediately on the lookout for a swarm, a great mass of bees that have evacuated an old hive to search for a new one most often as a reproductive measure and a way of splitting 1 colony into 2.  After about 30 minutes of looking, the buzzing only seeming to get louder and louder I hadn’t seen a single bee. My best guess is that they are perched high in the tree while the scout bees are searching for a new place to settle down and call home.

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My homemade swarm trap made of 2 hanging baskets and a few drops of lemongrass oil.

I’ve wanted to get into beekeeping for some time now, and if I ever had a chance of catching a wild swarm, it would be now. So I decided to put together some swarm traps and set them out in hopes of enticing these oak tree bees to hang out with me. I used 2 old hanging basket pots, the kind that hold flowers or ferns at the nursery store, and using the wire hanger that you hang them with, connected them end to end. I then taped up 1 of the drain holes, and left 1 open for scout bees to enter and explore. I hung these about 8-10 ft. high in 3 different spots: 1 in the lower branches of the oak where the swarm is, 1 in a poplar tree by our barn, and 1 by our old tobacco dryer.

homemade swarm trap

Fingers crossed!

In order to entice the bees even more, I added a few drops of lemongrass essential oil, a scent that attracts bees, especially those searching for a new place to set up a hive. I’ve been checking the last few days, but no luck yet. I have seen a few lone honey bees flying around the oak tree, but no sign of a swarm yet. Hopefully I’ll have good news in the next couple of days, and can start my mead making adventures with raw homestead honey!

yard work, brush clearing: revealing the barn

last weekend my dad drove up to help us out. jason was working and i often plan father-daughter workdays during these times, mostly because they remind me of working with my dad as a kid or of doing yard work with him as a side job as i got older.

we’ve done a lot so far, and i’m excited to share:

  • as we mentioned in our post about cutting down oak trees to make new space, dad brought the chainsaw and helped us clear an areas that now acts as a small orchard/food forest extension.
  • dad, jason, and i cleared the underbrush and trash from one side of our barn, and it looks so nice! i’ve even picked out a perfect limb in a big oak for a future swing!
  • dad and i cleared out around our corn crib, which really helps keep the shade away from some of our fruit trees and allowed me easy access to my mushroom logs and soaking station.
  • we cleared out under the corn crib and cut brush and briers all the way down to another shed we have. it was fun doing this because we found some valuable items (if funky metal pieces count) in with the trash. we saved some of what we found and we already have some ideas about to use them!
  • and last weekend dad and i cleared around the other side of the barn and half of the area behind the barn. now sunlight can come in back there, and we are already thinking about adding a greenhouse there eventually.
the side of the barn that we cleared last week. see the tires and other junk in the frint? that where we're keeping all things we want to save until we can get into the barn and start organizing!

this is the side of the barn that we cleared last week. see the tires and other “junk” in the front? that is where we’re keeping all things we want to save until we can get into the barn and start organizing!

all i can say is… thanks, dad! we couldn’t have done it without you!

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