Showing posts with label farm critters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farm critters. Show all posts

Friday, January 6, 2012

Today was gorgeous!!  The sun was out, the snow was melting, and the air had that smell that always reminds me of a defrosting freezer:  damp, chilly, and warm at the same time.  It just smelled like spring....in January?

We've had one snow so far, other than a couple of dustings.  The ground has only been frozen for a few days all winter.  I'm not complaining, I'm just hoping that the trees don't bud too soon and lose their blossoms, as well as this year's fruit harvest, to a freeze later on.  An average winter here has snow on the ground from November to April.  This is a nice change.

The worst part about today was that I was completely exhausted.  For reasons both boring and mundane, I was up till 3:30 a.m., and then had to be up this morning at 7 a.m., once again for boring and mundane reasons.  I desperately needed a nap, but didn't want to waste such a beautiful day.  I compromised with a 30 minute coma power nap, and spent the rest of the day outside.

I brought in the wood and did some other every day chores, then decided it would be a great time to put fresh hay in the critter houses.  When I want back around to lock up the critters at dusk, I found that my mud-slogging-itchy-hay-hauling was not as appreciated as you would've thought.


The ducks were horrified.

"Drake, dahling!  Come here, quickly!" chirped Mrs. Muscovy, "This simply will not do! We've been redecorated!  Oh, it's horrid!!"

The young chickens in the tractor were also upset:

"Dude!"

"Gag me with a pitchfork! Why is our house all full of green, itchy stuff?"

"Oh. My. Gosh.  This. Is. Gross!"

"I am totally sleeping outside.  You cannot make me go in there.  I just had my feathers done."

Just kidding. I love Cyndi Lauper.
We should all age so well. 
"Chicks just wanna have fun."



At least the geese were happy:

"Yo, Vinny! How you doin'?"


"Yo, T! How you doin'?"

"Yo. Dat lady put new hay in da house.  No more mud for youse guys, she says."

"Fuggedaboutit!"

Ok...I guess it's weird I hear critter voices in my head, and they all have their own nuance and character.  But after a total of four hours of sleep, well, I'm lucky that's my only problem.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

A day in the life...

I have been so busy lately that I've not had much time to blog. At least two days a week, my time is not my own, for reasons esoteric (not all of my life is public, you know) but not entirely altruistic.  On those days, I have to be out of bed and making coffee by 4:30 a.m.  Oy.

The farmstead chores, housework, and miscellaneous woodland adventures get crammed into the remaining time.  Here's how today went:

Wake up.  Brush teeth. Throw on old jeans, t-shirt, jacket and boots.  A hat might've been a good idea. I'm lucky I didn't scare the chickens.  At least the sun was out.

Check bottom of drive for packages since the delivery driver is afraid to drive into the deep, dark, scary woods where chickens and geese could lurk, lying in wait to drop eggs on his head, or perhaps chase him with loose feathers for tortuous tickling.   Expecting the package yesterday, I left the gate open and even hovered near the front door.  Later, I found a Missed Delivery sticker on my mailbox with a request to sign permission to leave packages at the end of the drive, right by the road, a fifth of a mile from the house.  *sigh*

Feed and water critters.

Shower.

Coffee with Eöl, catch up on what has been going on with each other, and fend off several varied interruptions.  "We haven't seen each other since yesterday! I don't care if the house is on fire, stop bothering us!"

Check driveway again, just in case driver can't follow directions left with the less than helpful Customer Disservice Line, instructing him to leave packages at the gate.  Still nothing.  Mother Nature said she was just kidding with the sunshine, and it clouds up.

Bookkeeping.  Or, more accurately, manic chainsaw/machete/cream pie juggling.  No limbs lost or pie in face, always a good sign.

Schedule and re-schedule appointments for various maladies (not all mine).  I will eventually get to that orthopedic surgeon about my knee, I swear.

Bring in wood to fill fire rings.

Make lunch.

Wash ground cherries and put them in the dehydrator.

Check for packages again.  Hooray! They are here, and actually at the gate.  

Review homeschool work with Little Sis. Perfect, as usual!

Clean out chicken house.

Clean out goose house.

Clean out duck house.
     Between the rain and my insane schedule, the poultry houses were well past due for a cleaning.  The chicken house, which stays very dry, was full of some seriously dusty poo.  Dusty poo that puffed up as I cleaned, and landed on my skin, clothes, and hair.  The smell made me really glad that I didn't actually eat lunch. Little Sis (who helped immensely by fetching the clean hay) went on and on about how bad I smelled until I threatened to hug her and wallow my stink all over her skin, clothes, and hair.  Did I mention that farmsteading is quite glamorous?

Walk down driveway again, to get mail.  That makes almost two miles today, just going up and down the driveway.

I found this salamander while stacking wood.  Isn't he cute??


Stack firewood, in the rain. I absolutely cannot complain about stacking firewood.  I didn't have to cut it, haul it up the hill in the wheelbarrow, or split it with the ax.  Nope.  I  just have to stack it.  Did you know a cord of dry, seasoned hardwood weighs about 3500 lbs? (Thanks for that bit of firewood trivia, Colonel!)  Between stacking wood and doing laundry by hand, I have forearms that would put Popeye to shame.  Which reminds me:  if you've ever seen the movie Rob Roy, remember that scene when the skinny little fop manhandles the farm woman?  The farm woman that does her laundry on a friggin' rock??  As if.

Harvest basil.  I need to get all of the tender garden stuff harvested; we may have frost this weekend.  The rain stopped, but the clouds got bigger and thunder rolled.


Take another shower, for obvious reasons.  Use an entire bar of soap.

Eat dinner and work on this post.

Lock up critters for the night.

Do laundry.  Remember, this is by hand, so I can't really do much else while the laundry is being washed.

Hang laundry.

Do dishes.

Sweep and mop kitchen floor.

Finish up this post while I have a bedtime snack.

Fall into bed, exhausted.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Free Range Farmstead Friends

Those tiny chickens are bantams.  The big roo was hatched by one of those little gals!

You just gotta love these silly guys.
They have to inspect every bucket they find. 
First one will stick his head in.  Oh, it's empty.
Then the other one will stick his head in. Oh, it's empty.
Clowns.
Did I say you could take my picture?

Muscovy family.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Whoa....

Newborn bantam chick next to a quarter.

Here I was, sitting at the pc, about to post the above pic.  Suddenly, the guineas started an awful, frantic squawking...their "something's in the yard" squawk.  Then a chicken ran across the patio, squawking even louder than the guineas, followed closely by a red streak.  I jumped up and looked out another window just in time to see the same chicken, running like mad, from a fox!!

I knew we had foxes on the property, as well as in the surrounding area.  I'd seen the dens, and lost guineas and other critters to what I assumed were either fox, owl, or raccoon prowlers.  But I had never, until today, actually seen a fox.

I suppose the critters will have to stay locked up until a little later in the morning from now on.  It's time for kits (fox puppies), and the other predators will also be bringing forth new life, or splorting out spawn...depending on how you want to look at it.

A lot of people are under the impression that wildlife will not come near humans.  Ha!! We've had a coyote right on the patio, as well as a baby groundhog that actually stood up and looked in the window.  The fox, of course, ran right up against the house.  I've had deer peeping into my bedroom, raccoons and 'possums knocking at the front door, and a few too many close encounters of the skunky kind..  It only makes sense that, when animals live in such close proximity to humans, they just get used to us.

So...back to that cute little pic at the top of the page...

Two of Little Sis' pet bantams are currently broody and sharing a nest.  So far, two chicks have hatched, and the mother hens are still sitting.  She put a couple of guinea eggs underneath them, in addition to a few heavy breed chicken eggs.  We're all anxious to see what hatches. 

It's a good thing the free range bantams are so prolific, considering the hungry fox....

Monday, March 7, 2011

A very confused Roo

Remember that Lonely Chick Little Sis hand raised?  He's turned out to be the sweetest Roo you ever met, albeit a bit species confused.  He likes to sleep with the cats at night, but during the day, he follows Little Sis around.  If she's inside, he hangs out by the window and makes goo-goo eyes at her.  If she's outside, he finds tasty morsels of worms and bugs, clucks and dances until she comes over, pokes at the goodies, and tells him to go ahead and eat it, she's not hungry.

The cats think he's one of their own and always make room for him in the sleeping basket.





His only bad habit is trying to sneak into the house when I carry wood inside.  Little Sis is begging to buy diapers for him and let him sleep in her room.   *sigh*  I'm putting my foot down about that one.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Time to start plants!!

It's that time again!  I'm hoping to get some seeds started this weekend, at least tomatoes and peppers, as they take the longest to germinate.

We're once again trying something new with the garden.  The plan is to have more of a mixed planting, rather than a tomato patch, onion patch, etc.  This, along with plenty of companion flowers, should help keep the pests at bay.

I also have our new flock of guineas to help with our natural pest control.

In fact, now that last year's guineas will be breeding age, we're hoping to hatch some more. Ok, a LOT more.  I'm even planning to give some to our neighbors.  After all, the more guineas roaming the neighborhood, the fewer ticks and other pests we'll have to deal with.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Don't scare me like that!

Here I was, up in the garden, happily digging in the dirt, ready to put out an oregano plant, when I hear Little Sis yelp, "Mom!!! Come quick!!".

I run down the hill, pell mell, trowel in one hand, oregano in the other, wondering what it could be.

A snake? No, Little Sis never freaks out over snakes, unless maybe it's half eaten one of her pet chickens? No...coming from the wrong direction...

A stray dog? Maybe. I speed up.

All the while, I'm running down the hill. Well, not really. It's black plastic. I was barefoot. Ever been on a slip-and-slide? Yep, I pretty much slid most of the way to the bottom, heart pounding, ready to take on Freddie Kruger...only to find...Little Sis, in the duck pen, bouncing around, holding three of the cutest, fluffiest little Muscovy ducklings you ever saw!!!

Photo by Little Sis

Monday, February 1, 2010

Guinea Fowl: The Farmer's Watchdog



Guinea fowl are often called 'The Farmer's Watchdog' due to their noisy announcement of intruders, trespassers, and guests alike. Funny, from the name, you'd think farmers didn't actually keep real dogs.

Guineas are known for their noise. I've heard people say that a guinea will squawk at an intruder, at a breeze, if the sun is shining, if the sun is not shining, if the wind is blowing, if the wind stops blowing....you get the idea. They truly are noisy buggers. I even thought they were false alarm specialists for a while, myself. But it turns out that they just have sharper eyes. Chances are, if the guineas are barking, there's something amiss.

I first noticed this as I was working outside one day and was startled by the guineas going completely bonkers over something. I happened to look up just in time to see two turkey vultures land in a tree near the edge of our property. If I hadn't seen them land, I'd never have known what all the fuss was about. Just yesterday I looked outside to see a wild rabbit bounding away as the guineas announced that this is their domain. They also set up a fuss when a hawk comes around, something the chickens have picked up on rather quickly. As soon as the guineas sound off, the chickens all run to the coop.

Around here, we say, "The guineas are barking" or "The alarm is going off" when the guineas are squawking. If you've never heard them, let me tell you, they don't chirp or sing, they SQUAWK! Of course that's not their only noise. They have a pleasant chirrup that sounds sort of like a lightly blown pea whistle when they are happy, usually when they are eating. I'm happy when I'm eating, so I can understand. :)

The female guinea has a sort of two syllable squawk that sounds like "Buckwheat". That's really about the only way to tell the females from the males.

Guineas are great for gardens. They don't scratch around as much as chickens do, and tend to leave most of the plants alone. Their worst habit is taking a dust bath where I've planted seeds, but a bit of chicken wire over the dirt will keep them out. Don't forget to move the chicken wire once the plants get big enough.

They absolutely love ticks and other bugs. We find fewer ticks than anyone we know, and we live smack in the middle of the woods. There's nothing more entertaining than watching a guinea chase a grasshopper across the field. Or maybe there is. What can I say; I'm easily amused.

But be warned: guineas wander. Unless you have them in an aviary, don't expect them to stay put. I've seen my guineas take off to inspect the neighbor's property over half a mile away. Thanks to their wanderlust, we lost as least one guinea to a field sprayer. Pressed guinea, anyone? They do come home at roosting time, though. In fact, I've read that purchased adult guineas will fly back to where they came from, so it's best to start with keets.

Our guineas like to roost in trees, so we lost a few to raccoons and owls. Oh, yeah, if you have a severe fear of clowns, avoid going outside near the guinea roost at night! They sometimes make this weird noise, like an insane clown laughing from high in the tree in the deep, dark woods. *shudder*

You can train them to come when you call by giving them food each time you call them. It's pretty awesome to call and have them fly right over your head! We feed ours goose/duck/chick feed during the winter, and they mostly free range during the summer, pigging out on bugs, worms, and all other kinds of crunchy goodies. Yum!

We're hoping to replenish our guinea flock this spring with some keets from the hatchery. Now that we have an incubator, we'll be able to hatch our own once we get some females. We lost our last few females when they went broody; they nest on the ground and predators sure love the easy reach. We started with a dozen keets (about five years ago) and are down to our last two guineas, both male. Our lonely bachelors tend to stay close to home now.

Overall, they are very low maintenance, and really quite useful.






Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The buzz

I hope everyone had a great holiday weekend! We sure did. I didn't get as much done as I'd planned, but I did get to rest, spend time with the family, and sleep.

The garden, however, is still under construction. It seems that no matter how much I plant, there's still more to do. I am also trying to keep better records this year. I've started a notebook, listing each type of plant and how many, the date planted, etc. Hopefully I'll be able to keep up with this throughout harvest, listing the amount produced by each variety, notes on hardiness, any problems or diseases...you get the idea.
So...here's the buzz....

I know it's hard to tell, but those are honeybees!! About a zillion or so. lol Our neighbor's hive split and swarmed right into one of our trees. Mega cool. Even better was watching them retrieve the bees. They took a ladder and attempted to climb up, but the bees didn't care for that idea, so instead they used the ladder to whack the branch, knocking the majority of the bees off, which fell into a box/hive. As long as the queen ends up in the box, most of the bees will stay in the box with her. A couple of pounds of bees ended up back on the branch thanks to the pheromones the queen left behind. There was still a small bee pile on the tree the next morning, but by afternoon, they'd all found their way home.

In other news, we have the only (as far as I know) arboreal rabbits in existence:


This tree stump is huge, at least four feet tall. It was an enormous double cherry tree. The hole at the top of the stump leads to the enclosed 'crotch' of the tree. Apparently, it is an excellent place for a rabbit to build a nest and have a nice pile of kits. The stump is inside our big bunny pen. We'd hoped the rabbits would dig it out, but instead they've turned it into a condo.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Take a gander at this!

Meet the newest additions to our farmstead:






Both are male, but we'll be picking up a couple of lady friends for them soon. First they are getting a bigger pool, which will make them very happy.

A generous friend offered these guys to us because she had too many males and they were fighting over the female.

So the project for last weekend was to build a house for them and a pen. Thanks to DH for the great portable goose house!

I can't wait to get the gals and start raising goslings! We'll be hatching them for meat, down, and arrow feathers, just for starters. For now, the fellows are just fun to watch.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

On raising rabbits and homesteading frugally

We've been raising rabbits for several years now. Some are pets and some are food/fur. I mentioned on a forum that we grow our own rabbit food and received several pm's asking about how it's done. Though I've probably blogged about it in the past, I thought this would be a good time to revisit the subject.

We discovered that raising a lot of rabbits on commercial rabbit food is simply not frugal. Pellets were expensive, and if they got wet and dissolved, the rabbits wouldn't eat them, so that was money down the drain.

So, what are the pellets made of? Hay! Which, as it happens, doesn't dissolve when it gets wet. And, if wild rabbits can live on green stuff, why not ours?

I did a bit of research, and made a trip (my first) to the RFD for hay seed. I got a nice compliment from the RFD guy when he said that I knew more about hay than most of the guys that had been farming for years. He was very helpful with figuring amounts of seed per acre for over-seeding, though everyone in the store was shocked that I was growing this for rabbits.

The over seeding was to help choke out the weeds that had taken up residence in the field. Mostly non-native plants. We mowed the field as short as possible, broadcast the seed with a hand crank grass seed spreader (or whatever you call that thingie), and let the kids run around like little monkeys over the seeds, which helped work them a bit into the ground. Rainy weeks are the best time for this sort of planting.

We planted our hayfield in alfalfa, timothy, and clover. This year, we are reclaiming another weedy piece of property, so we will add oats to the mixture.

During the summer, we feed the rabbits fresh cuttings from other areas of our property. (Not lawnmower clippings, though, because it's all smushed together and they can't pick out what may make them sick.) We also tractor some rabbits (movable pen where they can eat the grass underneath).

Our rabbits also don't live in cages. We have a huge pen where they can run around, dig burrows, etc. Every few years, we build a new pen in another area. We cleared our first garden spot this way, first letting the chickens roam there, then letting the rabbits clean up after the first year's garden. The burrows made great carrot beds for the next year, and the soil was well fertilized.

Anyway, back to the hay. We cut ours with a scythe, let it dry, toss it into a container where we compress it, wrap it with twine, and ta da! baled hay! The bales are small, of course, but since we do everything by hand, it works for us. We store the hay for winter and continue to feed fresh green stuff during the growing season.

This year, we'll be growing our own chicken food as well. The chickens tractor during the summer, so we use very little feed then. They also eat kitchen and garden scraps. You can feed them just about anything but potato peelings. Even egg shells are good for them, providing extra calcium. Just remember to crush them, otherwise, they'll quickly figure out that those things they are laying are quite tasty.

My favorite thing about chickens? Nothing goes to waste. If I mess up a recipe or we have leftovers that didn't get eaten, it gets recycled into eggs.

As I said in a previous post, we only recently discovered that chickens love hay. We'll be putting some up for them for the winter. We plan to grow sunflower seeds, corn, oats, and a variety of other seeds and grains for winter use for the chicks. More on that as it happens.

The point of the forum post was that homesteading doesn't have to be expensive. We don't use tractors, tillers, or anything more complex than a chainsaw.

No tractor means no tractor payment and no expensive parts to replace or gas to buy. Ditto for the tiller.

When gardening, I use a garden fork and black plastic, rugs, newspapers, etc. This is not only better for the soil, but it also keeps the weeds down in the long run. True, purchasing black plastic can be expensive, but it will last for several years, is portable, helps warm the soil, and saves labor by keeping the weeds down, something a tiller can't do. You can pick up old carpets and rugs just about anywhere for free, and they work just as well.

Sure, we get a few snide comments and snickers when people find out we do so much by hand. One farmer I know likes to chuckle when he sees us out with the scythe and pitchfork working in the hay field. We like to chuckle as his belly jiggles and he gets winded climbing onto his tractor.

Most of our tools are hand tools: garden fork, axe, scythe, pitchfork, wheelbarrow, etc. The most expensive tool we own would probably have to be the chainsaw and DH takes excellent care of it to see that it lasts. Our scythes were picked up for about a buck each at the flea market.

I can't see how so many people claim that homesteading is expensive. Sure, it can be, if you let it. But if you are willing to put in some work, you don't need a lot of money. Land does cost money, but we don't spend any more to live here than we would to live in the city. Yes, our house payment is a tad higher, but we actually come out ahead in that we don't have to buy natural gas or pay for water or sidewalk assessments or any of the other wonderful things that bog down city life. Not to mention the reduction in our grocery bills. We also got lucky and ended up with less expensive electricity and a more reliable company. Go figure.

The simple life really is simple. If you need something done, you do it. Simple as that.


Monday, April 21, 2008

Bunny baby update




The little guys now have fur and are just cute as can be.

This is what a little cotton tail really looks like. Not like in the cartoons, huh? lol

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Why did the chicken cross the road?


*shrugs* Probably for the same reason she decided to see if she could squeeze through this cinder block. She didn't make it...she got stuck. Stupid bird.



Saturday, April 12, 2008

We gots bebbehs!

Little Sis has had Bubbles for a couple of years now. She was given to her by a friend of mine on the condition that we don't eat her. Until a couple of weeks ago, Bubbles lived happily in the confines of the big bunny pen.














Little Sis recently joined 4-H, and Bubbles is going to be her pet rabbit project. Since that requires daily grooming, feed records, and the like, we moved Bubbles to a cage near the house. We knew she was expecting when we moved her, but not knowing when she was mated, we weren't sure when to expect the babies. They arrived yesterday...four of them!







Here's a pic of the nest, hidden in this high tech, very expensive nest box. *snickers* Yes, it's really a free box from Aldi. ;)


And a pic of the momma. Isn't she pretty?












I'm a bit put off by the 4-H rabbit project, though. We raise rabbits for meat, for our own use. Our method of raising rabbits involves tossing them all into a big pen where they hop around happily, digging and playing and doing what rabbits do best - reproducing. Our costs are minimal as we grow our own hay for feed. The only drawback we've discovered is that during heavy rains, we lose some litters; they drown in the burrows.

The 4-H method involves a lot of record keeping: nutrition lists from feed, how much feed each rabbit gets daily, etc. I suppose it could be a good learning experience for kids with no livestock experience, though Little Sis wonders why they want to complicate something that really isn't complicated at all. She hasn't minded filling out all the paperwork, though, and raising rabbits in a cage is new to her. We raised our first ones that way, indoors when we lived in the city, but she was too young to remember much about it.

It's just amazing to me that most people don't know you can raise rabbits on hay and fresh greens, that you don't need a lot of cages or expensive equipment. Rabbits live in the wild without pellets and cages, ya know. Our rabbits are healthy, happy, and give us as much meat as we want.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Meet Fluffers McBunny



This is Fluffers McBunny. It's hard to get a good pic of the little guy..the flash completely blanks him out, and without the flash is a bit blurry. I went with blurry. ;)

DH found him in the bunny pen. We don't know which nest/burrow he came out of. Could be the doe just dropped him there and left him, but most likely he was either kicked out or escaped from the nest.

Little Sis is attempting to hand raise him. It's hard to do that with rabbits. We've had some success in the past, but not enough. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Fluffers lives, as she's getting attached to him. It's hard not to love something so tiny and helpless. Our guess is that Fluffers is now about four to five days old.

Update:
Poor Fluffers didn't make it. Little Sis took it better than I'd expected. She's learned a lot about the 'circle of life' since we moved to the country.

Past experience has been that if we find a bunny out of the burrow, it won't live. The mom has usually rejected it because there's something wrong with it. The ones we've successfully hand raised were the healthy ones rescued from flooded burrows.

We're hoping that not all of the burrows were flooded with the heavy rain. As soon as the little ones hop out, she'll be nabbing one for her 4-H project.