• Saturday, July 12, 2008 - And they say chickens are stupid!

Did I ever mention I love Chickens?    They just crack me up to watch them.  Some people think they aren't very smart.  I beg to differ.  Every evening when I go out to put the animals to bed (close the gates, give the goats some grain and separate the babies so I can milk the does in the mornings) I wind up watching these certain 5 chickens.  They are meat birds, so they are all white.  The same 5 head out to pasture first thing in the morning.  This pasture is south and east of their chicken hoop.  The rest of the chickens take off for other parts of the farm.  These 5 have their route!  In the evenings the same 5 are still out with the sheep, catching mosquitos!  They walk around and under the sheep catching mosquitos out of the air and eating them before they land on the sheep!  Talk about pampered sheep!  Seriously, they have discovered a food source that none of the others have.  It is so funny to watch them stretch their necks and sometimes almost jump for the mosquitos!  Again, cheap entertainment.

I promised Cathy the garlic scape pesto recipe, so here goes:

Garlic Scape Pesto

1 pound garlic scapes

1 cup grated parmesean

1/2 to 1 cup olive oil

1/2 to 1 cup pine nuts 

Chop the garlic scapes into 3 inch pieces.  Put in the food processor and process until pureed.  Add pine nuts and then olive oils slowly.  I also add a few large squirts of lemon juice.  This helps to thin it down a bit.  Then fold in parmesan when done.

I first heard of garlic scape pesto through Mary Jane's Farm.  She tells all about it.  I don't care for her recipe because I am not a fan of lime.




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• Tuesday, June 3, 2008 - Highest Form Of Flattery?

It is said that imitation is the highest form of flattery. 

The following is an article I sent to the local newspaper in April.  I have been hounding them for over a year to do an article on backyard chickens and backyard gardens.  With the rising cost of groceries, I thought this was important and timely.  They weren't getting the job done, so I wrote my own article and submitted it.  Then in today's paper I see the Editor himself used parts of my article and put his own spin on it.  I guess I should feel flattered, but I don't! 

Here's the article I wrote a couple of months ago and submitted.

Rising prices.  Not a day goes by anymore without those two little words being heard, seen or spoken.  Much has been said about rising food prices to be specific.  I've heard a few people mention they're planting a garden again this year for the first time in a long time to help curb their grocery bills.

There was a time, not so long ago in the country, when Americans didn't run to the store for every little thing they thought they needed.  It was a time of backyard gardens and raising your own food.  Can you imagine a time when the government and agibusiness corporations actually encouraged everyone to grow their own food?  Those gardens were called Victory Gardens and the numbers may surprise you.  Those gardens of the 1940's produced up to 40 percent of all the vegetable produce consumed nationally. They were planted in backyards and on apartment-building rooftops, with the occasional vacant lot put to use as a cornfield or a squash patch.  Back then the entire nation seemed more rural and connected to its roots. Lots of families had chickens, a cow or two as well as a few pigs and goats.  Those all equaled eggs, milk and butter as well as a supply of meat.   It was a much more self-sufficient era.
Fast forward to the future.  Here we are in 2008.  Our valley land is being bought up and replaced with ranches with big, fancy names.  I have to wonder what those ranches are raising on this rich, dark fertile soil?  I guess they are raising houses.  Along with those houses come rules and restrictions.  I would assume a garden would be encouraged in those covenants.  I can't imagine anyone not seeing a garden as a thing of beauty.  Some of the things not allowed on those ranches would fall under the classification of farm animals or the cows, pigs, goats, sheep and poultry I just mentioned.  I've never met a farm animal I didn't like, but I'd like to focus on the chicken, specifically the laying hen in the garden. 
Missoula recently passed an ordinance allowing up to 6 backyard hens.  Since you don't need a rooster to produce eggs, neighbors of those backyard flocks really have little to worry about, especially when the hen's bounty is shared with those neighbors.  Our valley towns and cities are apparently not quite that chicken-friendly yet.
Chickens are hysterical to watch and make for some cheap entertainment as well as awesome garbage disposals.  By that I mean they love plate-scrapings and leftovers destined for the trash.  Their taste is not discerning.   I know of one woman who discovered her hens love cooked spaghetti so she keeps a bowl ready for them in the refrigerator.  Another woman bakes her hens fresh cornbread as a treat.  Chickens are easy keepers and love clean-up jobs.  Some industrious backyard gardeners have built small chicken tractors or chicken arks for their feathered friends.  These little chicken-house contraptions are designed to fit between the rows of your garden and are moved each day.  The attachment of wheels makes this an easy task.  This allows the chickens to do the weeding and spread a little fertilizer all in one full swoop.  A nesting box is contained inside with a small door to the outside for retrieving their daily gift of eggs. These little mobile units work well on grass too and if left in one spot for a week or more, they will do a number on tough weeds.   
With prices skyrocketing in all aspects of our lives, it only seems right that now is the time to plant a garden.  There are many books available about both backyard gardening and backyard flocks.  It seems everything old is new again, indeed. 
Take a peek and see what you think!?  Um, nice job Andy!?



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• Tuesday, April 1, 2008 - 25 Chicks in the Mail!

Yesterday, as planned, the phone rang early.  The man at the post office was calling to let me know my chicks had arrived.  That was obvious by the chirping in the background!  It always amazes me that 25 newborn hatchlings can travel such a distance and be so vocal the entire trip.  They all arrived alive in their speical little box. 

I have a routine I do with my chicks when they first arrive.  I smear vaseline on their little butts to make sure their downy feathers don't plug them up.  It helps.  Then I dip their beaks in the water and count them as I go.  The hatchery always sends and extra chick as well as an exotic, so I have 27. 

It was COLD here yesterday with a bitter wind blowing!  When I brought the little chicks to their new home I was a bit concerned it would be too cold and drafty.  After getting them settled, I went and gathered a bunch of scrap wool from shearing and plugged every hole and crack I could find.  Then I banked the outside of their brooding box with more wool to protect it from drafts as well.  Great insulation!  I have some bags of it for sale in my etsy shop for nesting material!  It makes wonderful nesting material! 

 




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• Friday, October 12, 2007 - How I Raise My Chickens

I buy Cornish cross from Murray McMurray hatchery and I have had good luck with them.  They are online, so you can check them out there.  I love getting their catalog in the winter to look at.  It's like a seed catalog!  Dreaming of spring.

When I first get my birds, I take each one out, one by one and smear vaseline on their butts.  This helps prevent that inevitable "poopy butt" they sometimes get.  It takes a little time, but I find it's worth it.  Then I dip each beak in the water to make sure they have a drink and off they go. 

I have a large box I use as a brooding box.  It was something that was given to me and it works perfect for that purpose.  I have a heat lamp wired to the top.

As a rule I only buy enough chick starter to get them feathered out.  I always stop to think about what they did before they could run to the store and buy chick starter.  They made their own chick mash and with 50 - 65 birds, it's not feasible for me.  The purpose of store-bought chicken feed (first the starter and then the finisher) is to pump the bird up quickly so that you can butcher them in a short amount of time.  I learned this the hard way the first year I ever raised butchering chickens.  They got so big so fast they couldn't support their own weight and would flop to their feed trough and just gobble down the food like they were starved.  Several died of heart attacks too.  They just grew too fast.

So once they are feathered out, I only give them barley and/or wheat.  Whole grains are fine.  When I open the Chicken Hoop in the mornings to let them out, their feed is scattered on the ground and they can have their breakfast.  After that, they are on their own!  I provide plenty of fresh water and then they have to go out and find bugs and eat grass.  They do a great job of spreading the manure, which is part of the reason I have them in the first place. 

I don't have a set time that I grow these chickens out.  I just go by the weather and the season.  I eyeball them for size and check the weather and on a good day we butcher.  They are sure nice to have in the freezer!




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• Thursday, October 11, 2007 - Butchering Chickens

I plan to add to this as I go.  I am continually thinking of more I should add. 

Things we use to butcher:

Picnic table, an axe, chopping block, cutting board (we use the formica piece cut out from our kitchen sink hole), sharp knives, HOT water, hot plate to keep water hot, (electrical source and an extension cord), canning kettle for scalding, skimmer to remove excess feathers from kettle, rags, bucket of hot water for hands, rubbermaid containers (for cooling the birds in water) or tubs.  5 gallon buckets work too!  We use a lot of these, gut bucket, etc.  Pliers for pulling the wing feathers, tall saw horse type of thing for hanging, along with nails pounded in and twine tied on the nails for the bird's feet.   Everything is washed down with hot, soapy bleach water and rinsed before using.

Since I believe it's important for folks to know where their food comes from, I took some pictures of our chicken butchering day.  It's interesting the comments one gets when you tell people you butcher your own chickens.  If they've done it before, there tends to be a lot of disgust in their tone, especially if they butchered chickens as a child.  Our senses are more keen when we are small and therefore the smell of wet, bloody feathers is what most are left with after butchering.  Now that smell doesn't bother me a bit and I could actually eat chicken for supper after an afternoon of butchering.

I am also quick to remind people that if you grow it yourself, you know EXACTLY what you're eating!  They may be grossed out by the process, but if they knew how commerical chicken was raised, I'll bet they'd think twice about ever eating chicken again.  I am thankful I live where I can raise my own food.

Here's part of the setup.  The turkeys will be spared until we can find a pot big enough for them!

My husband, Chris with a couple down and about 28 to go!  He's less than excited that I have a camera in my hand!

Off with their heads! 

We use a block of wood with 2 nails pounded in it.  Stretch the chicken's neck between the nails and whack!

Matt is happily waiting his turn!

The chickens are dropped in the buckets attached to the make-shift saw horse.  If you don't drop them in a bucket, they "run around like chickens with their heads cut off", well.......because THEY ARE!  And because they tend to squirt blood all over the place!  I will add here that the sight of which is something that always made me laugh as a kid and I will admit, it still does!  Call me sick, but it cracks me up.

When they quit flopping around, they are then hung to bleed out properly.  (No one likes baked chicken with blood still flowing through the veins!)

Here's my shiny, new plucker, ready to roll!  Once the birds are dipped in hot water to loosen their feathers, the plucker will be put to good use.  I neglected to get a picture of the scalding process.  I have looked around on the net for the proper water temperature to scald, but I haven't come up with anything.  All I can say is when it's hot to the touch, like when you put your finger in the water and immediately pull it out and say, "Ouch!  That's hot!"  Leave the bird in, swiching around for 15 seconds or so.  My FIL says if you leave them in too long it will set the feathers.  I need to study up on this part and get it down to a fine science.

Matt hard at work at the plucker!  You can see the canning kettle to the right, sitting on a hot plate.  That's the scalder.  The little goats are on leaf-eating duty just beyond that and my cold frame sits to the left on the south side of the house.  My flower garden in beyond that big willow tree on the other side of a fence, for those of you who've visited my blog before.

After the plucker, they are passed on to the table to finish the wing feathers and any pin feathers.  Then my husband does the gutting.  I also neglected to get a picture of that process.  You can go ahead and thank me, although if you did a search on the net, I am sure you could come up with instructions with photos!

Once they are gutted, they are plunged into cold water to remove the body heat.  After they cool they go through a final cleansing which includes ripping their lungs out.  Yes, that's correct!  I clean the inside as best as I can and give them a final rinse. 

Did you know chickens have hair?  They do and that hair needs to be singed off.  We use a small propane torch and singe their hairs off.  Back into clean, cold water they go.  When they have finally cooled enough, they are double bagged for the freezer.

The biggest one I weighed so far this year was 10 lbs. 13 oz.

 THE END!




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