The chickens are getting supervised free range time these days. The nine pullets are laying 5 eggs each day now, 4 of the girls still haven’t figured it out yet. Once they are all laying, we are going to have many eggs to share with friends. Selling a few dozen eggs will help with feed costs.
The summer is winding down, the weeds in the garden have the upper hand, the flowers are fading, the evening temperatures are getting cooler. We have had a couple of days reprieve from the rain.
Since hubby started the summer off with knee surgery, we aren’t planning our usual week of skiing this winter, instead will take a week long cruise with our youngest and his family this fall. This means that the fall mowing is being done a bit early this year. The task was started this afternoon and it was a challenge because the rain has resulted in a very thick stand that has grown tall quickly.
Some of our neighbors have just gotten their hay in, they will not have to do a fall mowing. Our hay was done in June, between rains and our fields will require a fall mow. One of the plants that we fight constantly is an invasive imported plant called Stickweed. It is a fairly attractive plant, but neither cows nor horses will eat it. It is a perennial and comes up anywhere in the yard that isn’t mowed at least once a month.
Mowing in the late afternoon has benefits and hazards. Our farms seems to grow rocks. Areas that are mowed regularly have been cleared of rocks or we know where the rocks are, so we can avoid them. When the ground is damp, sometime a rock that has been level with the ground will be flipped up to the surface by the tractor tires which results in the brush hog picking it up on the next round and either throwing it out or rattling it around the brush hog housing. Each mowing results in the collecting of more rocks being removed to safe piles.
One of the benefits is having a deer wander out into the yard, stopping to see what is going on, then moving on to a safer location. The evening skies are lovely to watch as each round is mowed.
This is an interesting word that has erupted into our language in the past decade. One of the bumper stickers seen in town says “Buy Local, Eat Local, Live Local.” In the interest of reducing our carbon footprint, it is a mantra that we strive to live. There are snack food items that we desire and indulge in on occasion, hubby likes cola, crackers and chips and I enjoy pistachios and coffee. I know that these are not local and in no way can be local. For the bulk of our food, we grow it, buy it at the local Farmer’s Market, or do without. We grow organically and patronize those farmer’s who do likewise. We astutely avoid GMO products and seek non GMO snacks, oils, and grains that we do not grow.
The garden each year is planted with those vegetables that both of us welcome on the table. There are some that I would gladly enjoy, but hubby doesn’t care for, and it isn’t worth my time and effort for them. I will indulge in the purchase of butter beans, squash, and Brussels sprouts at the Farmer’s Market when they are in season. So far, I haven’t started an asparagus bed, so they too are a seasonal treat from the market. That said, the variations in the summers here have altered the success of various crops from year to year. There have been years when the pumpkins, gourds, and cukes have nearly overrun the garden. This year only the cukes survived and only for a couple of short weeks produced. Most years, the tomatoes have been abundant, but the cool wet summer has not been kind to them and though, there will probably be enough for our winter fare, there won’t be much to share with our son’s family. Some years, I get almost no peas and beans, this year they are plentiful and with the cool wetness, the broccoli and cabbage are thriving.
With the peppers generously producing and not finding frozen pepper much to my liking, I have been looking for ways to enjoy them. Yesterday afternoon, with the temperatures cool enough to allow the oven to be on, I baked bread. Herb and onion bread, a recipe I have had for decades, one that was always enjoyed by my family and relatively quick to make. It is not a batter bread, but a quick yeast bread that is ready for the oven in about an hour and a half. It smells delightful baking, is delicious hot from the oven and toasted the next day. Since the oven was going to be on, while the bread rose, I minced and chopped veggies, thawed a cup of Farro, and browned a pound of local ground beef, mixed it together and stuffed peppers from the garden. There will be several more meals from the stuffing that was prepared. That and a homegrown cabbaged sautéed, made a meal fit for any guest, had there been one.
With a half a loaf of bread left, this morning’s feast was toasted herb and onion bread with homegrown fresh scrambled eggs with local hard cheese.
Life is good on the farm. By the way, does anyone want a beautiful large Buff Orpington rooster;-)
Half of this past week, we left our farm and traveled about 3 hours north to celebrate the 90th birthday for my active and vibrant Dad and to have two of our grandchildren baptized. The site of these celebrations is where our family began vacationing 57 years ago. I have not been a regular for all of those years, but all three of our children were baptized there, our daughter was married there 3 years ago and her children were the grands baptized there this year. The gathering was 4 generations, my Dad and step Mom, hubby, both of my siblings, one of their spouses, cousins, nieces and nephews, their spouses and children, two of our children and their families. The eldest, my Dad was 90, the youngest was a nephew at 17 months.
It was a wonderful gathering, though we missed a few family members, we did get a group photo taken of those in attendance. We returned home last Saturday and our daughter and her family left Sunday. We really enjoyed having them here for 12 days and wish they lived closer than the 13+ hours away that they do live.
The week allowed us to add 256 ounces of blackberry, blueberry, and black n’ blue jam to the summer production. Half of that returned to Florida with our daughter.
Finally, the tomatoes are turning red, though with this week’s highs in the 70s and lows in the upper 40s, production is slow. What we get will be put away for winter.
This is 3 of today’s eggs, typical of the variety we are collecting. The Silver Laced Wyandotte and the Delaware are laying the normal sized cream colored eggs. The Red Rock crosses are laying the larger dark brown eggs and one of them is laying the dinosaur sized eggs, often with double yolks. The dogs love when I cook one of them for their breakfast supplement. The number of eggs collected is exceeding the number we are using. One dozen was gifted to a neighbor, another will be gifted to my cousin. Three dozen were sold last night at my weekly Clicks and Sticks knitting group. We still have 4 gals that haven’t even started laying yet.
This morning started with a call from the Post Office that the fall meat chicks were awaiting me to come pick them up. They are now safely, securely bedded in the brooder with food, water, and their heat lamp. They are so cute at 2 days old, but this breed grows so quickly that they will soon not be so cute.
We have recently begun seeing a dog trainer that trains without the use of treats, to try to make us the alpha members of the pack and to get the 185 pound Mastiff to defer to us instead of being stubborn. We are also working to curb his recent anti social behavior toward strange dogs. This is as far as he got after we returned from today’s training.
The last news of the week is the return of our bear friend. He was seen last night and again this morning on the south edge of our farm near the woods. I guess we must be in his current territory. Unfortunately, he will likely be found and hunted down when the season begins, by someone on the mountain who will likely hunt him not for his meat.
This has been a very atypical summer. We have required very little use of the A/C but umbrellas and rain jackets have been a standard part of most day’s attire. By now, usually, the fields are brown, the trees showing the stress of lack of water, the garden and deck pots requiring daily watering. Not so this year. The fields and woods are verdant, the flowers vivid.
The garden has been less productive this year, too much rain, too cool temperatures. The fall type crops, beans , peppers and coles are thriving. There won’t be many tomatoes for sauce and chili this winter. We will have to vary our winter fare to accommodate this failure. We had a couple of weeks of cucumbers and pickles were made, berries were plentiful and jam was put up, but not a single winter squash or pumpkin survived. A trip to Meadows of Dan is in order in the fall to stock up on them.
Today it is actually chilly. Sitting on the porch requires socks and a sweater to enjoy my coffee and the views. This pattern is to continue through the weekend. I am not complaining about this and neither is our power bill. At least today we have sun.shine
This week has been delightful, the weather is mild during the day and cool at night. The rain has abated with only the occassional shower.
On Wednesday morning, our daughter with her husband and kids, along with one of their friends arrived. We are really enjoying having our kids and grandkids here. Their dog is getting along with our dogs fairly well. There was really nothing scheduled, we picked wild blackberries on Wednesday afternoon and made a batch of 6 half pints of jam.
Today we all went to the local you pick berry farm and picked nearly a gallon and a half of blackberries and about 3/4 gallon of blueberries. Daughter and I have spent the better part of the afternoon making 2 batches of blackberry jam and 1 batch of blueberry jam for our pantry and for daughter to loves the blackberry jam, and this was her first time making jam.
It has been a week of pickle making, a couple jars of jalapenos put up, but still no tomatoes. The hens are now laying a fairly consistent 5 eggs a day. Four of the girls still haven’t figured it out, but I am seeing more mature signs from them.
It is still a cool hazy morning, a delight in the summer. Last night dipped to 52f, I can definitely sleep in that kind of weather. The A/C is off, the windows open, the humidity is tolerable. Tomorrow, we again get rain, but today is to be enjoyed for what it is.
The morning has been productive, adding hay to the coop, some garden weeding and planting for a fall garden. Last week I planted a bed of green beans, a second planting which won’t produce as many beans, but will give us a much longer growing season for them. This morning, 8 Swiss Chard seedlings, 18 broccoli seedlings, and 24 cabbage seedlings were added to give us some variation for the winter. There will be another planting of peas in a couple of weeks and again, they may or may not give us a crop depending on how hot the late summer is and when we get our first frost this year. Any harvest will add to the peas already frozen.
The sole pumpkin looks very sickly this morning. None of the winter squash survived and produced this year. Such is the life in the garden, some plants thrive on the weather of the season, others falter and die. The cucumbers are prolific this year. The 2 small okra plants provide a few okra every few days and most of it gets roasted with other veggies or steamed whole with beans and I enjoy them fresh. So far it is not a good year for tomatoes, there are fruit on the plants, but they are still green, the only 2 to pink up dropped with blossom end rot. I guess I need more calcium in that bed and they could do with less water, but I have no control over that.
The chicks are now producing 4 to 5 eggs a day, more than we will eat. After our family who will be visiting for 10 days beginning tomorrow morning leave, I will have to find others who would enjoy a few fresh eggs periodically.
Life is good on the farm.
Finally a week of sunshine, moderate daytime temperatures and 50s-60s at night. It couldn’t be better. The garden is giving, we are eating and storing. Every couple of days, a meal with fresh green beans and a couple more meals worth in the freezer, a cucumber salad and a couple jars of dill pickle spears.
A few small yellow tomatoes (funny, I don’t remember planting one of them, must have been a mixup at the nursery), the red varieties, just beginning to pink up.
We have flowers to love, to cut, to tempt the hummingbirds, butterflies and bees. Sunflowers, yellow butterfly bush, petunias, brown-eyed Susans and Purple coneflowers. Marigolds, Comfrey, Daisies and a couple I don’t know the names of.
This week we were visited by the usual deer and turkey, but also this fellow came by to say hello. He has been seen in the area for a while and as we don’t leave garbage or birdfeed out, he was just passing through.
Yesterday, we deemed it finally dry enough to mow. The grass was up to my knees, especially in the orchard which I walk through to get to the chicken coop. About a third of the way through, the brush hog picked up a piece of left over construction debris, a 30′ long section of black electrical conduit. It was in an area that has been mowed before and it was never seen, but yesterday, it wrapped around the brush hog drive shaft so tightly we couldn’t get it off. A call was made to our farmer/heavy equipment operator neighbor for help. He was in West Virginia but said he would come by on his way home last evening. He managed to free it from beneath the brush hog, put the brush hog back on the tractor for me and get me back in business.
The orchard has to be mowed with a gas powered push mower, unless I want to remove the electric fence every mowing session and it took forever to push through the tall thick grass to get it done.
The chickens are still only producing 2 eggs a day, and this week we discovered that the largest and most beautiful Buff Orpington is a rooster. Dang, I thought we got rid of all of them.
We have had a couple of power outages lasting from a few hours to a few days this year, so Asplundth is out with a crew doing a job I would never dream of doing. A tiny helicopter with a huge dangling power saw composed of what looks like about 8 circular saw blades that spin and make a racket is flying over the power line right of ways, trimming back the branches from the lines. It is noisy, dangerous looking, yet totally fascinating to watch.
Last week’s heat wave has moderated to normal summer temperatures, still hot, but mostly tolerable. The humidity is still wicked and we must be approaching a record for rainfall, at last report, we were only 8″ from the total normally received in an entire year. The rain has wrecked havoc with the garden this year, the weeds growing fast enough to watch them. The beans, peppers and cucumbers love it, the tomatoes not so much. The plants look ok, but there are very few tomatoes and they aren’t ripening. There is a stellar crop of grapes, I am hoping when they ripen to be able to make grape jelly.
The garlic has cured and was moved to the root cellar shelves today.
There are now 4 pints of dill pickle spears brining in the refrigerator. The frozen vegetables are accumulating in the freezer. A second planting of beans has been done, the peas will follow soon, the cabbage and chard sprouts are developing on the back deck and they will soon be planted in the garden as well.
The young hens are reaching laying age, we are getting 2 eggs a day from them and hope to be getting about a half dozen a day soon.
It is such a delight to be able to eat from the garden and know that there will be home grown produce this winter and to decorate the house with flowers from the gardens.
Saturday mornings are Farmer’s Market day and with family coming for a week and a half, we wanted to get some meat in the freezer for them and winter and stock up on veggies, cheese, eggs, and fresh pasta for our week. We are now getting two pullet eggs a day and have a great vegetable garden, but there are some things I don’t grow, but like or that just aren’t producing yet. Today was a great market, live music and an art show in the street of the market block. We left early enough to get pancakes and bacon for breakfast before shopping and arrived home early enough to start the farm work.
One of my projects for the day was to reconfigure the chicken run to incorporate a peach tree for shade and to leave space for a Purple Beautyberry bush that I purchased a few days ago, also for shade. The latest round of storms that we have had during the heat wave this week have uncharacteristically moved from east to west and the east window of the coop is a drop down flap with no overhang. This has caused the inside of the coop and perches to get wet. Another idea that I had was to create a sheltered area on the east side of the coop, also for shade and to hopefully provide shelter for that window and allow me to put their food outside the coop. While I was moving fence and trying to figure out how to make the shelter, I watched my largest Buff Orpington, who was purchased as a pullet, attempt to mount one of the Red Rocks that are the only egg layers so far. So we now know that the beauty below is a he, not a she…
He can’t stay in the coop and run if he is going to be aggressive, so he is either going to have to go to freezer camp or be rehomed.
The coop has been scrubbed out with a vinegar/orange/mint cleaner and new hay put inside. The old hay has been removed to the run to help reduce the mud during the afternoon showers. By reducing the width of the run to 8 or 9 feet and lengthening it to about 20 feet, I was able to erect a 6 X 8 tarp over hooped flexible poles and stapling it to the upper edge of the coop, there is now a 4 foot wide X 8 foot long shaded run that houses a small shallow pool of water and their food. The plastic poultry net is stapled to the upper edge of the coop and tied to the fence to drape over the peach tree and protect the rest of the run from the hawks.
Until I can get our eldest back here to help me build a lean to using the roofing metal left over from building the house, hopefully it will work for us.
And this was our afternoon visitor.