The Puppies Are Here!

OMG. We got our puppies, and they are uber cute. We found them on oodle.com, which I've never been on before, but I'm forever indebted to now. A family in Rincon was selling Australian Shepherd/Cattle Dog puppies, so Kim and the girls and I went up there to see them a few weeks back. They were precious, and as you may have read in my last post, I haven't been able to wait until we could pick them up.

Well, that day came last Sunday. After a long ride home, throwing up in the car and being extremely shook up, they are now settled on the farm. I think they're going to be the perfect dogs for Radio Acres Farm.

If you want to see more pics, click here.

The Home Farming Movement and Puppies!

This is a cute website. I listed our farm! It's crazy how popular "farming" or backyard gardening is getting! Take that, Monsanto. (Too bad this website is sponsored by KraftFood, which isn't that much better than Monsanto...I wonder what their angle is.)

On another note, we didn't end up getting goats. Not that we didn't try... the craigslist lady backed out. Kim thought it was a sign from God. Probably.

We are getting ready for a big weekend. There's a little double 30th birthday party happening here at the farm, and then, soon after that, we're getting PUPPIES! I am so excited I can't even handle it. They are australian shepherd/cattle dog mixes, and they're soooo cute. Get ready for some puppy pics.

Not quite sure how to get ready for a puppy... any tips?

Goats?

I know my last post was all about not having enough time.  I know that all of these projects and animals DEMAND time.  I know we are all crazy, insanely busy and probably sometimes feel like we are barely keeping it together.  But, damn, we found the best deal on a set-up for goats on craigslist!  Of course it includes 3 of your very own goats to go with it.  The timing may be less-than-perfect, but I know that goats are somewhere on the radar for all of us.  Damn Sarah for sending me that listing!  I called the goat lady (Alicia) and the deal really does sound almost too good for us to pass up.  She bought goats about 6 months ago with big aspirations to have small scale milk production for her family.  It's a mama goat, a 7 month old baby girl and a 7 month old boy (not from the same litter, perfect for breeding in February).  She has the kennel (coyote proof), the milk stand, a hand milker (if you don't want to use your own hands) and a months worth of food, water and feed buckets all included.  Turns out that she DOESN'T own the property and her land lord isn't too keen on her having the goats.  There's not a proper fence there and it's been a struggle since the beginning.  Could her loss be our gain?  What do you think?  Are we ready for goats?  Of course the answer is "NO", but we weren't ready to sell our house or get the chickens, either.  That all turned out okay... didn't it?  We go to check them out on Sunday.  What do you think?

Pros:
1. We want them
2. Fresh milk for most of the year
3. We can make our own cheese
4. It's a fantastic deal.  It's probably 40%-50% off what we would pay getting everything seperately.
5. They EAT WEEDS!

Cons:
1. We don't have a proper fence
2. We barely have time to shower and brush our teeth
3. Our neighbors are tough to gauge - will they be upset?
4. We would really need to find a way to protect our fruit trees and garden beds.  Is it bad to tether a goat?
5. I'd never hear the end of it from Jeremy.

Today

Today, today, ahhhh.  We have been staying on the farm by ourselves for the past few days because our counterparts are out of town.  I had high hopes of doing work around here while they were gone, but geez!  We have hardly had a minute to do anything aside from eat and sleep here.  It's High Holy Days right now for me at work, which is insane since it's the first year I've ever worked at a synagogue.  I had to be downtown at 7:00 am this morning and have worked 10 hour days all week!  I ditched early today because it's my birthday and I didn't feel like working anymore, but I still did nothing productive around here.

Maybe tomorrow we'll get a chance to finish the drywall in the studio and put up the last of the garden boxes and plant those seeds in the last bed.  It is really difficult with all of us working full time to find the time to do things around here.  We just have to keep telling ourselves that we have actually already done quite a lot, all things considered.  It will inevitably be a constant work in progress and we should enjoy the labor of love as much as we can.

I craigs-listed for a little while today and inquired on a couple of breeding rabbits and a heritage tom turkey.   Maybe breeding will be our next little venture as we keep moving forward, finding ways to whittle time out of our days to do these things that we all have a passion about.  Well, not everyone may have a passion for breeding animals and raising meat, but it's my interest!  I guess that's one of the great things about this project -we all have our own passions and things that we love and that we are good at that we can bring to the table.  No one person has to be the master of everything, but if we all work together we can produce something that is really cool.  More to think on.  G'nite!

The roo

I wrote this a while back, when the initial slaughtering of my first rooster was still pretty fresh in my head. We didn't have the blog up and running then, but I thought that writing about it at the time would be good for me. Here is the cut-and-paste from my journal. Remember that this was during the time that we were still fully in the old house and escrow had not yet closed on the farm:

"It all started about two weeks ago when my husband and I awoke to the cute, gurgly sound of one of our newer chicks trying to be a rooster. That half-crow was such a sweet sound at the time and I think it really made us feel like we would officially be changing our lives around. A few mornings later I confessed to Jeremy that I really loved the sound of that call waking me up in the morning and he sheepishly agreed that he loved it too. We both grew up in the city, far away from the likes of cock-a-doodling. That sorry little excuse for a roo crow tickled our heart strings and made us giddy with excitement of thoughts on our future farming project.

"A few short days passed with that cute gurgle manifesting into a full fledged crow. Boy, was I surprised with the speed at which those vocal cords matured! Considering the rate that a fertile egg turns into something you roast in the oven, I suppose I shouldn't have been so impressed. Within 4 to 5 months a hatchling starts to lay eggs and has breasts and thighs worthy of the dinner table. It was around this time that Billy called us with the news on their end- one of the chicks at their house had also started to crow.
Roosters are not legal in the city. We all knew that from day 1, but we also all knew that you won't really get into trouble unless someone complains. We all live in pretty close proximity to our neighbors at this point, but I think we all thought that we could just stick it out until that darn coop was built and once we could move those chickens to the bigger property no one would care. At least we were wishfully thinking that. As the mornings continued to pass, the "cute" inevitably turned to obnoxious. The makeshift coop is about 15 feet from our bedroom window, and that rooster was beginning to crow from about 4:30 am on. He had definitely found his voice and instinct told him that he was supposed to use it to protect his flock! I felt sorry for the poor folks, friends and neighbors, who would wander into our backyard unsuspectingly only to be greeted with the surprising call of a defensive rooster.

"As I was beginning to wear thin and count the days until the chickens could leave my cramped yard, Billy and Sarah came by and mentioned how they didn't think it would be a very good idea to take the roosters with us to the new property. Even though the feel is a lot more rural out there, it is still city limits and we really didn't want to start off on the wrong foot with our new neighbors. They had a good point. Considering that we would be starting a hippy-commune-farming project in their neighborhood that might have the potential of irking a few, we probably should try to keep our noses clean and our neighbors happy. But then what? What should be the fate of these beautiful, crowing, hand raised roosters? The way I saw it, we had three options. A) We could give them away on craigslist to someone who would probably eat them, B) we could "donate" them to the buddhist temple up the street so that they could make a meal out of them, or C) we could enjoy the fresh, homegrown meat ourselves. I opted for C.

"I don't know what the difference is between me and everyone else. I was vegan for a little while, and vegetarian for many years after that. It was never the thought of harming an animal that made me choose that lifestyle. I was always an environmentalist and interested in the ramifications of feed lots and hormones in our food. I became more of a health nut with the birth of our children and was alway averse to feeding them hormone or pesticide laden foods. The thought of meat never really grossed me out or disgusted me - quite the contrary! I just thought if I was going to eat it, I shouldn't have a problem putting it's blood on my hands and that feed lots shouldn't exist the way they do today. We should live in better harmony with the earth, especially as our population keeps booming and more strain is created for resources. My (judgmental, I'll admit) pet peeve has always been people who say they'd never be able to slaughter an animal, yet they eat it on their dinner plate everyday without a thought. I didn't think it was necessary for my children to be raised vegetarian, but I always thought it was extremely important for them to understand the proper place where their food came from and to understand the sacrifice that comes with eating meat. It is not something that just is born into square packages in the supermarket. I wanted them to understand the life that was lost and what it meant to have it on your plate, as well as the dirt that the carrots are pulled from and the water that goes into the lettuce. I am a food junkie, in the purest sense! Thoroughly obsessed with food from top to bottom, or dirt to table as it may seem.

"So on this fateful Monday morning in May I decided that it was time. I called our counterparts and told them to bring over their roo and I collected ours. They left, I was alone with our kids to do the dirty work. I was unsure of everyones reaction, so I made sure the kids were inside and preoccupied with some games. I pulled out my ipad and googled "how to process a chicken". I kept that thing by my side the whole time! Step by step, I followed the first blog I stumbled upon. I wish I had the site, I'll try to find it and post it in our links when I get time to search. I started with the roo they brought over, I couldn't bear to begin with the little guy we had hand raised. I hung him up by his feet and slit his throat, and watched his eyes ask me what I had done. I watched the life drain out of him and I won't lie, I cried like a baby. It took me a couple of hours to pluck and dress that first one and I dreaded moving on to number two. I lured the other rooster over, the one that trusted me and came to my hand when I stuck it in the coop. I gently picked him up, stroked and soothed him and then strung him up by his feet and whispered to him that I was so sorry. I repeated the entire process, and this time I cried even more. I stuck them in the fridge and couldn't imagine eating chicken anytime in the near future.

"During the process, a few things really struck me and have grown in my thoughts. I am a foodie, as aforementioned. I am Christian, yet I am interested and educated in other religions. I work at a synagogue, we tutor many Muslim refugees and I have Muslim and Buddhist friends. Food seems to be an integral part of each of these religions except for Christianity, and I don't know why. Slaughtering this chicken gave me so much respect and appreciation of what it means to be kosher and/or halal. I was given the opportunity to thank the chicken for it's life, I felt the warm blood come out of it's throat. I fully understood and received the impact of what it meant to have the blood of that animal on my hands in order for me to put it on the dinner table. For that moment, the sheer importance and reasoning of these religious rituals made perfect and clear sense. It made me sad that in this all, Christians have no blessing they must impart upon their meat during slaughter. If you are spiritual at all, you would most definitely understand the importance of this, I think. It is important to feel the remorse and the sadness and death that must take place in order for you to eat that piece of meat. It really made me feel that God gave us these amazing animals, this amazing life of this creature and it is so bitter-sweet because the meat is delicious and nourishing yet you have to take that life away in order to gain the nourishment from it. It is very post-Garden-of-Eden-esque."

So this blog is long and rambling, but I spilled out my guts during part of it and I hope that you didn't mind reading. Three days after the slaughter, we made some fantastic chicken tacos. Although the thought of eating the guys kind of turned my stomach, I thought it would be such a blatant disregard for their life if we just let them go to waste. I was kind of in a corner because there was really nothing else that could have been done. No way I could have let them go in the trash! I got over it =) I now (obviously) eat chicken, but I will not let even an ounce of it go to waste. The carcass gets picked clean and the leftovers go into stock for another meal later in the week. It seems like such an injustice to throw any of that life in the trash. I know, I am a freak. Whatever.

We have since slaughtered a few more chickens, a gaggle of ducks (also delicious) and we have 5 turkeys hanging out with the laying hens and getting fat for our Farm-tastic Thanksgiving that we hope to have this year. Maybe you can be a part of it too!

That was fast.

Our egg CSA is now officially full. We'll keep you posted if our production increases! Until then... you can still sign up to be on our wait-list and egg newsletter!