9.30.2008

Our ever-vigilant livestock guardian dogs

Yo, pups: the poultry pen is on the OTHER side of the house! Sheese!

[They usually crash not long after I get home in the mornings after work, poor babies.]

9.29.2008

Pic o' the weekend: Goose!

I love the weird perspective in this photo. Goose head, to body, to my feet.

Plus, Godzilla looks like such a sweet boy in this photo!

[He's actually quite the fierce protector of the gaggle.]
[Edited for a bit more clarity - I really shouldn't write at 3:00 AM. Thanks @natalie!]

9.26.2008

the dishes and floors can wait

From my personal journal:
"There's much that I'd like to get done around the house after work today, but little that is absolutely necessary. Dishes are piled up in the sink, and the floor needs to be swept and mopped, but the more I've had to do around the property, the more I've had to let go of expectations of organization. This isn't to say that I don't do any housework; it's just that I'll often wait until Spouse comes home on the weekends to help, or I'll shove stuff off until it becomes unavoidable.

I miss having a consistently clean house. But I love the land, critters, and good sleep much more."
Have a great weekend everyone!

[pic: one of the Ameraucanas. Let's call her "Blondie". Not enough personality for a real name yet.]

9.25.2008

Are they... are they starting to get it?

They still get "the puppy stoopids" every afternoon, where anything and everything within a 20 foot diameter radius is manic fair play, but I've caught the pups actually GUARDING the geese and chickens several times these past few days. Hanging out, peacefully watching the poultry, looking over the land, and jumping up and chasing off whatever seems to be encroaching on their territory - whether it be the neighbor's dog coming up to the fence 50 yards away, or the dragonflies getting a wee bit too close for comfort.

It will be several months yet before they can be trusted full-time around the poultry, but I'm heaving a big, hopefully-not-premature sigh of relief. It looks like (fingers crossed) their guarding instincts are starting to kick in. And the really bad puppy stoopids only seem to happen when I'm around and they're showing off. Several mornings I've come in from work to find that one or more of the chickens have hopped over the electric netting - they jump up on the goose kennel then fly over - and so far the dogs haven't payed them any specific attention. Or the chickens are getting wily enough to outrun them. Keeping fingers crossed, knocking on wood, and saying prayers that good behavior continues and grows, as I can't move that #@$! goose kennel until Spouse gets home from business travel many days from now.

Stay good, doggies... stay good.

[pic: Bandit nuzzling Maggie. Oh, and did I caveat this post enough?]

9.24.2008

The geese catch some air

I heard the call of the afternoon flight practice, and turned to watch. During flight practice, the geese will tear off running down the small hill of our yard with wings a-flapping, then stop at the bottom of the hill, turn around, and flap/run back up to the top. Looks like a nice workout, even if it doesn't amount to much more than than, well, wing flapping, honking and sprinting. From someone who has trouble chewing gum and walking at the same time, believe me, I'm not making fun (okay, maybe just a little).

I had discussed with Mom a few weeks earlier that it would be soon when the geese would be flying. "Aren't you afraid that they'll fly away?" "Nah, they know where the easy food is, they won't fly far."

Yesterday afternoon, the miracle occurred: some of the geese finally caught air.

Queenie and two of the other females flew into the air about ten feet, and forward about 20 feet, crossing the gravel parking spot and driveway. The other geese were astonished and IMMEDIATELY started honking the "hey! wait for me!!" call. The in-flight birds glided down to the ground, and waddled back to join the others, as if nothing happened.

It was amazing to watch. D@mn near took my breath away. That moment made all the poopy porch cleaning worthwhile.

[pic: almost all the geese in one photo. no photo of flights... yet!]

dogs and logs

They have toys. They have real bones to chew, bones half the size of human femurs. They even have the occasional piece of dried frog jerky. The pups enjoy these all, but are they satisfied? No.

What do they really like to chew on? Logs.

That's right. Wood logs. Logs twice the length and width of my size 10 clodhopper feet. Regular downed branches will do in a pinch, but nothing satisfies like a big ol' hunk of wood you've dragged out of the back forty, slobbered and chewed upon, then deposited in the front yard for the geese to run into during their morning flight practice.

Dogs. *sigh*

9.23.2008

Spiritual Chickens

Natalie at Chicken Blog writes:

" [...] there is something spiritual about chickens and what they do for my soul. They have tiny heads and tiny thoughts and they do their best to get on with their silly day and it's a calming, amusing, endearing sight to witness."

Amen, sister. Amen.

[pic: Nutmeg the chicken-dog, hanging out at the back screen door, hoping for scraps]

9.22.2008

Eggs - pics of commercial versus home-laid

Frau, Cinnamon and Nutmeg have started laying eggs. They make a lot of noise in the process, and I don't blame them one bit: imagine pushing an object larger than the size of your head out of your crotch every morning. Yeah, it's kinda like that.

The eggs are small in comparison to commercial eggs right now, but Aunties Jan & Karen (our bestest friends and farm mentors) say that the eggs will get bigger as the girls mature. In the egg photo, I've put a commercial "large" cage-free egg on the left. The egg in the middle is from Frau, and the white egg on the right is from Nutmeg. I've also put quarters underneath the eggs for further size comparison.

At first, I felt strangely wary of eating those first laid eggs. Chalk it up to being estranged from primary food production for so many years. I got over it quickly, however, and all I can say is "Wow!" You can see the difference in this next picture. The commercial egg's yolk is pale yellow, with the white looking rather runny. The free-range, pasture/bug/organic-fed chicken's egg yolk is deep orange, and the white is firm.

Unfortunately, I can't snap a photo of the difference in taste. The home grown eggs are very rich, almost buttery in flavor. Scrambled eggs are light orange in color. Of course, due to their currently small size, I have to cook three or more home-grown eggs to get the same volume as two commercial large eggs, but the girls are laying daily right now, so quantity is not an issue.

On the other hand, when the six Ameraucanas start to lay, the quantity WILL become an issue. We could get up to three dozen eggs a week! May have to see who around us is in the market for non-FDA approved, cook-thoroughly-to-avoid-salmonella, we-take-no-responsibility-for-health-issues-resulting-from these little gems.

9.19.2008

OMG skunk!

There's a skunk that is seen from time to time, toddling around outside the building where I work. It would seem, according to my nose, that s/he just let loose a goodly spray next to the air-handling system. The office air REEKS. Aiiieeee!!!!

[too dark for pics, and I ain't going out there!]

9.18.2008

Geese pics - because I'm still too pooped to post (much)

Arthritis flare up and just too much stress in general. Slept all day yesterday. Many thanks to the Spouse for picking up my slack. In the meantime, here's a few geese photos that make me smile:


Goose and coffee mug: a goose after my own heart. This shot was taken on the front porch, and the fabric you see in the background is a porch curtain. Nope, she didn't try to drink the coffee...


Front-porch conversations with one of the geese. "Meh-meh-meh-meh?"


See that look of bliss on her face? She's about to yank the hoop earring out of my ear. Ouch! She's a happy girl.

9.17.2008

This Lawn is Your Lawn

Too pooped to post. In the meantime, please enjoy this video, recently posted on Hen & Harvest:



Now I need to get crackin' on our lawn-to-food-garden project...

9.16.2008

The Evolution of Farm Clothing

1. You put aside a set of clothing, maybe two, specifically for farm chores. "Only these clothes will be used for the dirty work", you tell yourself.

2. You are quickly disabused of notion #1, as you find yourself filthy and behind on laundry. Now you say to yourself "okay, any casual clothes like jeans and t-shirts can be used for farm chores."

3. Unexpectedly, sh*t happens and you find yourself running outside for emergencies without thought as to what you are wearing. As you're cleaning up the aftermath, you suddenly realize that you're wearing an interview suit, new shoes, or a party dress. At this point you give up: all clothes have become farm clothes.

[pic: my new shoes, being chewed upon by Billy-Bob, Queenie and Duchess]

9.15.2008

It started with pork

I was teaching the pups to "sit" with leftover, soon-to-go-bad-but-we're-tired-of-eating-them pork ribs. The three head-honcho chickens - Nutmeg, Cinnamon and The Frau - got a whiff of the ribs, and hung out while the pups were chowing down, snagging what little bits of pork were left over and unclaimed.

Since this event Nutmeg has decided, it seems, that this should be a Regular and Good Thing To Do.

Bold as brass, she'll now take rawhide chips right out of the puppies' mouths. The pups will sometimes snap at her when she does this, and I feel kinda bad for correcting the pups - I mean, how rude! - but it's gotta be done. [Sorry pups - the chickens are alpha to you in this household. Start laying eggs, and I'll reconsider.]

Besides the food, Nutmeg also seems to be identifying with the pups more and more. She'll run after them and hang out while they wrestle. Picking her up and moving her to another location doesn't distract her one bit. She'll run right back to the action. She's quick to get out of the way during the alligator death rolls and other fancy pup moves, but d*mn... about gives me a heart-attack to watch.

"Doesn't have the sense that Gawd gave a chicken"... not too sure that's a fair epithet here.

How much is that goose in the window? [pic]

Godzilla nattering at me while I (finally) hang curtains in the bedroom. Wow, we really need to wash those windows...

[Pattie Page sings the original: How Much Is That Doggie In The Window? http://tinyurl.com/6yljlt
Oh yeah, and Godzilla is a total camera ham.]

9.12.2008

California readers: please vote Yes on Prop 2

I eat meat, and believe we should take good care of the animals that we kill to sustain ourselves. It's not just fair, it's healthier for the animals, and ultimately healthier for you. If you haven't already, please register to vote, and when you do vote, please vote Yes on Proposition 2. Now back to our regularly scheduled posts of confusion and chaos...

[pic: three of our Ameraucana pullets]

Hurricane Ike... eep!

From Twitter member TrackingIke: "What a warning: 'Persons not heeding evacuation orders in single family one or two story homes will face certain death.' http://is.gd/2w8E "

The link goes to a National Weather Service warning. Scroll about halfway down. The rest of the paragraph reads:

WIDESPREAD AND DEVASTATING PERSONAL PROPERTY DAMAGE IS LIKELY ELSEWHERE. VEHICLES LEFT BEHIND WILL LIKELY BE SWEPT AWAY. NUMEROUS ROADS WILL BE SWAMPED...SOME MAY BE WASHED AWAY BY THE WATER. ENTIRE FLOOD PRONE COASTAL COMMUNITIES WILL BE CUTOFF. WATER LEVELS MAY EXCEED 9 FEET FOR MORE THAN A MILE INLAND. COASTAL RESIDENTS IN MULTI-STORY FACILITIES RISK BEING CUTOFF. CONDITIONS WILL BE WORSENED BY BATTERING WAVES CLOSER TO THE COAST. SUCH WAVES WILL EXACERBATE PROPERTY DAMAGE...WITH MASSIVE DESTRUCTION OF HOMES...INCLUDING THOSE OF BLOCK CONSTRUCTION. DAMAGE FROM BEACH EROSION COULD TAKE YEARS TO REPAIR.

Spouse's flight to Houston (and then home) from Canada has been canceled, and there's nothing available through the weekend to any airport near home. Although I'm bummed he won't be home, I'm glad he'll be safe. Another gratitude: tonight is my last shift for the week, so I have all day Friday (or at least, for as long as I can stay awake) to get the property prepared for the onslaught of rain.

May all in Ike's path be safe.

[pic: apropros of nothing, Godzilla on the porch.]

9.10.2008

Greens, Grains and Mmm! Mmm! Grubs!

It's safe to say our chickens have a well-balanced diet. We've a full eight acres for them to explore during the day, on which the vast majority of the land grows - besides rocks - loads of wild grasses and weeds for them to eat.

We also provide them a mix of 50/50 organic grains and commercial feed that they share with the geese. Although I'd prefer to give them all organic, it's expensive stuff, so until we can grow our own to supplement, the mix will remain.

And then there are the bugs and grubs. Mmmm, tasty grubs! Every now and then, I'll lift up one of the concrete stepping squares at the base of the large poultry feeder to reveal dozens of squirmy little treats. The chickens go nuts, quickly pecking and downing each grub until there are no more to be had. Dyson would be jealous of the hoovering power these chickens have. (The geese, vegetarians that they are, sniff imperiously and look the other away.)

The chickens don't need my help, however, in finding their own grubs. Yesterday afternoon, one of the Cubalayas was scratching at the base of the compost pile. I watched her pick out what I thought was an escaped moldy plum. Walked over to take it away (moldy food is bad for humans and chickens alike), and saw that this was no plum. No, what Cinnamon found was the Mother of All Grubs. Seriously, the grub she found was longer and fatter than my thumb. Pasty white, squirmy, and almost as big as Cinnamon's head.

She carried it around for a bit, dropping it here and there, pecking at it like she wasn't sure exactly how to eat this thing. Eventually she took it out behind some bushes, where I hope she swiftly dispatched the grub's life. I, uh, didn't care to witness much more.

Mmmm-mmmm! Talk about good eats!

[No, not really. Okay, yes, if you're a chicken. Pic: the mighty grub-hunter herself, Cinnamon.]

9.09.2008

where are my dogs, and what have you done with them?

The dogs were calm. They didn't chase the geese or the chickens. They played quietly, and moved about the property with calm grace. What the hell????

I phone-text Spouse: "where are my dogs, and what have you done with them?"

He calls. "What's wrong?"
"The dogs... they're being GOOD dogs! What did you do?"
"You mean they're not bouncing around the geese or chickens?"
"No!"
"Huh. Not sure what's different now..."

We discuss for a few minutes what Spouse had been doing for pup-training while I was away. I hang up, walk outside... a-HA! I catch Maggie in the bird pen, having a romp with the Ameraucanas. A quick correction, and then Maggie trots back to Bandit for a wrestling match. Did she overhear the phone conversation, and decide to allay my suspicions that aliens had taken over? Mayhaps, mayhaps.

[pic: Bandit]

9.08.2008

death and life

The "family issues" that Spouse delicately referred to in the earlier post was a funeral for my grandmother. She'd been in a long, slow decline for almost a decade, but it's still hard to imagine that such a force of nature is no longer with us. May she be at peace.

Spouse was unable to go with me, as we still don't have a backup for critter care. But looky what he found - the Frau has been one busy girl! We hadn't expected eggs yet, but yeah, it's about the right time. Life continues onward.

9.03.2008

Don't Panic

Ok -Don't panic. D.A. is out for a few days due to family issues back in Cali and since the dogs can't type a coherent sentence yet (but they are trying- very trying) I guess updates fall to me - the Spouse.

I am new to this blogging stuff so please bear with me. Unfortunately, since D.A. took her iPhone there won't be any pics. Not that I would know how to post them or make them look as good as she does anyway.

As the saying goes "When D.A. is away stuff happens". After returning from dropping D.A. off at the airport I find that both puppies (all 118+ lbs of puppies) are very happy to see me. However, they arrive at my feet covered head to toe in very dark and pungent mud which is transferred to me as they jump and rub against my legs. I felt like a fence being painted by a short drunk using two dog hair brushes four feet long. I was messy and sloppy from the waist down and I smelled like week old river mud.

Without cleaning up, I went into the the chicken-goose enclosure to change the water. I immediately smelled a very different horrible smell. Like week-old rotting, putrid - well - I'll just say it was bad. I couldn't figure out what was causing it. Then I saw a cloud of flies by the feed troughs. I wandered over and realized that one of the fly traps had fallen from the post it was tied to. Apparently the fly trap bag had split at the bottom and when I raised it up the rest of the flies escaped to freedom.

In this case, I must have represented freedom (or another stinky meal) because they started swarming me. If that wasn't pleasant enough, all that smelly liquid fly bait had soaked into the ground where I was standing which brought more flies. So here I am, covered from the waist down in mud- the rest of me is under aerial attack by biting flies and I am standing in a puddle of nasty fly bait. Someone needs to hose down the dogs, the yard, and me.

D.A. has been gone a grand total of 2 hours...maybe I should panic.

9.01.2008

Rotten Goose - three photo series

Now that there are no roosters to keep the geese in check, the geese are feeling free to indulge their bully selves and hassle the chickens. While taking photos of one of the Ameraucana's (for once, she was showing something other than her butt for the camera), caught one of the geese stealing up to take a chomp...



Chicken got wise to what was happening, and took off before the goose got too close. Rotten goose! Rotten!

Of Mice and Various Snakes and new Duck Feed Station

As mentioned in the previous post, our region is experiencing a near-Biblical plague of mice. "It's due to all the moisture we had...