Springtime and Decisions Must Be Made

Time has become a major problem for me on a daily basis.  Each morning I am spending about 2 hours maintaining the bedding plants.  I take care of these inside and I feel my home has become a wreck.  Little Gray just pushed the broody button.  I had to clean and get the brooder ready.  I do not know if the move will cause her to change directions but everything is ready for her.  I will need to get eggs for her nest as soon as I know what she is going to do.  Along with the garden in the spring we need to work wood and after this past winter our wood supply is wiped out.  We need to fill all of our racks and that will take time.

With all of the plants started I will need to get them into the garden and that calls for more time. One of my biggest hurdles is my sour dough.  I work it every 7 to 8 days, never fail when I plan to work the sour dough something happens, I need to be out of the house, it is difficult to make bread and take care of other issues. So I made the decision something has to go. 

The garden is very important to me, as I have been able to reduce our grocery expenses quite a bit.  The chickens and goats are like my children and I enjoy seeing them everyday for a visit.  The kitchen has become my problem.  We eat most of our meals on the farm and I feel I am always doing food prep.  We cannot give up eating but I do feel this would be great as I would have some quiet time.  So it is time to look at what is taking my time.  I must preserve the food from the garden and I fell very short last summer.  I felt quite pushed and could not get things together to do what was important.  My goats consumed many green beans because picking, stringing and pressure canning became a mountain I just could not climb.  This summer, I must can everything from the garden as we have emptied almost every jar in the pantry. 

I have gone over what has become my largest issues, I must work the kefir as it necessary for me to have this as I do have stomach issues.  I have come to know when I need the kefir if I skip a few days I become worthless as my body demands me to stop..  So this is a must do.  I find I enjoy making bread and love being able to make sandwich buns, rolls and sliced breads, but something has to go.  The bread is made and it goes into the freezer as Mr. B and I do not consume a large amount of bread.  This loads my freezer with bread and the sourdough must be worked or thrown out (I feed to the chickens) every 7 to 8 days.

There comes a time when your wants and needs should be re-evaluated.  I sat for a while and thought about where I am and what I need to accomplish.  I gave up my flower gardens when we moved here so I could spend more time developing the vegetable garden.  The vegetable garden is working and I need flowers to bring in more bees and butterflies. 

Problem solved...Sourdough went into the compost pile, eggs were located and my broody girl is setting on the nest with 5 eggs.  She is taking care of her eggs, last year she left the baby chicks shortly after the eggs hatched, we shall see what happens this spring.  My bedding plants are growing, some have been installed in the tunnel, with more to be installed.  Spring onions are being harvested and enjoyed in the kitchen, chives are being picked adding a delightful spring taste to soups and potatoes. 

I realized I can make another sourdough starter when I have the time to make bread on a weekly basis.  Thankful, I took the time to look at the whole picture and realize a change was necessary.


I came out to do a new update and realized I had not posted this update:  Baby chicks hatched and have been left to grown up without their chicken mom.  They are growing and beginning to learn how to mingle with the older girls.  Garden is providing us lots of fresh produce.  The girls are laying eggs.  I am collecting up to 7 eggs a day.   I have not made any sourdough and really have not had the time to make bread. 

I, Thank You for taking the time from your busy life to read about the choices we are making on our little farm.  May the last few weeks of spring bring you happiness!!!

The Queen of Our Coop

When it became time for me to get my first chickens, I admit I really did not know a lot about chickens, I just wanted eggs and I knew mixed breeds laid as well or maybe even better than pure breeds and often were not quite as high strung.  I went over to a farm which did a number of chicken swaps, there were 5 chickens and I was told the price was 20 dollars for all of them.  Mr. Bootsie was putting the finishing touches on the run and a couple of days later, I drove to the farm and collected my mismatched chickens for a price of 15 dollars and now I am a chicken farmer.  These little hens did not let me down, in just a couple of days,  I found my first egg in the nesting box and now I really am a CHICKEN FARMER.  Little did I know this was to become one of life's lessons for me.

Mr. Bootisie and I named 4 of the girls, and my wees named the fifth girl, Feather.  My youngest wee would always ask about Feather when I talked with him on the telephone which always opened the door for more conversation.  Feather grew into an interesting hen, the coop became her coop, she was not a big hen but she had an air about her which demanded the respect of her piers.  Feather never became broody, I really do not think she could take time from waddling around the chicken run and keeping others in line, to sit on eggs and raise baby chickens. The structure of her chicken yard would change and she would need be get everyone in line once again.

Feather became the friend of the underdog, if a hen was picked on during the day, you would find this hen under one of Feather's wings on the roosting pole and the other chickens knew this hen was accepted and part of our family.  She would watch for several days and if one of the hens decided to move this hen down in the pecking order there was her protector taking care and teaching the hen how to protect itself.  Baby chicks, we all know about introducing new chickens to our flock, but Feather would lay by the fence of the brooder or duck run watching the baby chicks as they grew into pullets and roos.  Feather had no compassion for roosters after they came into their own, they did not belong in her run.  We raised a turkey which was hatched with some of our baby chickens and she would have nothing to do with it when it began to look like a turkey.  I had to move it out quickly because Feather did not want the strange looking bird in her yard and she constantly let this be known until the turkey began to shy away from all of my birds.  She did enjoy the ducks, would spend time with them and I think it was because I always start my chicks in the duck run because the ducks do not have a pecking order and allow the chicks to do what they want.

Laying eggs, I have not seen an egg from Feather for about 4 years, but this did not bother me.  Her compassion for the other birds made her important to our coop.  When the girls would be free-ranging, if I said, "Hawk" she headed for the run and all of my other birds would be following her.  She would turn the girls back if they went to far into the woods.  Making her sweet little clucking sounds, bringing my girls to a safe location, being proud of a job well done was always pleasing to her.

Feather has been the only one of my first birds for a few years and I knew the time would come when I would say good-by to my sweet girl.  She became more that just a hen, she become the one I trusted to protect all of my birds.  She became my eyes if there was a problem as she could hear/see a hawk long before me.  Most of all Feather became my trusted friend, if I was down she would sit in my lap and allow me to pet her for quite a while, 15 minutes was never a problem if I needed her.  She made me smile as I watched her cute tail swishing walk/waddle around the farm. 

Some you may say she was just a chicken, No she a chicken loaded with personality, love and the ability to care for all around her.  She got into my soul, she was the chicken I looked for each morning when I opened the coop.  For last few nights, she was the chicken I put securely on the roosting pole so she could be with all of piers, I thought she would be much happier taking care of her flock, but I saw them taking care of her.  They made a place for her on the roosting poles as she laid on the pole, they stayed close to be sure she did not fall.  As the days passed, she became weaker but each morning she came out to greet me, yesterday it was a struggle for her, stopping a couple of times to rest.  My girl made it to the coop door where I picked her up, loved on her and wrapped her in a blanket to stay warm as the day was damp.  Each time I went to the coop I would open the brooder and pet her, love her and enjoyed knowing that I have the privilege of sharing my life with this special girl. 

THE QUEEN of OUR COOP

         

Rest in Peace, my Sweet Girl
Came from an egg and lived on our farm until February 22, 2018

Triple Creek farm will never be the same without you.

Visiting Farms

Monticello, Jefferson's home and farm in Charlottesville, Va.

I have been wanting to go to the mountain, and this year we decided to purchase season passes.  My desire, to visit the vegetable garden in all of our seasons, will be met.  I judge myself by hard standards and make it difficult to have failures.  Anyone who knows me, knows this is my problem.  My goals for our little farm are high and I have limited time to meet them, I think.  I lived in my last home for a number of years and the entire garden was rich and produced.  I have been pleased with my results of coming into barren land, producing food for us and our animals.  l always watch gardening programs and am interested in seeing how I am doing compared to others in our area. 

I have family members who are in the professional landscape business and they see the garden as a totally different palette.  Weeds are my friends in the garden, chickweed is one of my winter sources of fresh greens for my salads and pain medication for my animals.  My winter garden has large beds of chickweed, yes, a weed, this season we are going to be dehydrating chickweed.  There are wonderful plants,  dandelion which is not a weed but a source of early spring greens, the wild violet can be used like spinach, and the list goes on.  I let myself become afraid for others to come to my garden and point out how many weeds I am growing.  They want to know why I was not weeding my garden.  I had no answer which others could not understand and I ended up being the one who was hurt, upset and felt as if I should give up my personal quest to feed my farm family.  Here I was walking through the gardens at Monticello where they have lots of staff, their garden looked in many ways like my garden.  There were different plants they allowed to grow where ever they came up.  Oh, the  smile on my face must have made the mountain feel as if another sun was shinning on it, someone understands why we let things other than tomatoes, beans and squash grow in our garden.  You could see where volunteer plants appeared in the garden and they were left to produce.  I have great problems removing a volunteer plant as it always seems to be a much stronger plant.  The seed laid in the ground all winter and sprung forth when the weather was just right and it was strong, grew quickly and we always seem to get a good harvest from the volunteer plants.  I cherish my volunteers when others see them as out of place and my garden looks messy.  Well, if they can do it in Jefferson's garden, I can, also, and now I know I need not explain my gardening method to those who only want a well manicured and professional looking plot of land.  I love my garden which shows how much I love the plants and what I do to protect the gifts I receive from gardens past.



Visiting gardens, farm stands and farm gardens

One of my first outings this year was to a huge organic vegetable and herb garden.  The herb garden had weeds and volunteer plants everywhere.  You could see where some had been removed and others appeared to be flagged for removal.  The vegetable garden was planted and growing but there were some miscellaneous plants, many could have been removed but they were growing and looked plenty healthy.  A plant which is not transplanted may fruit earlier in the season as it doesn't have to reestablish itself in the garden, it grows on the roots and puts all of it's strength into being healthy and producing it's crop.  There is no reason to remove a strong healthy plant just to plant a seedling.   This farm answered more of my questions because their herb garden was lovely to the eye and nose. 

One of the farm stands, I visited, had some of the saddest veggies I had seen in a long time.  They were for sale and folks were buying them.  When sharing my veggies, I always try to do pretty but as the season winds down the veggies are just not as nice as the first few pickings.  I know all of this as I have been in the garden all of my life but sometimes you just need to be reminded.   These folks could see the long rows in the garden and knew the veggies may not be pretty but they were fresh.  One lady said to me she had enjoyed all the produce she had purchased from this farm and was sorry to see the season ending.

Another farm stand, I could see the garden rows and there were not any weeds in the garden.  The crops were coming in.  Went by one day during the peak of growing season and there was nothing for sale, my question was quickly answered, they had a weed free garden and they had no produce.  The season was very short for this farm.  I will be watching next year to see if their garden produces for a longer period of time.

After checking out gardens, show gardens, producing gardens and weedy gardens I learned quite a bit this season.  I came to understand the weed helps to shade the plant and may also become a host plant for any pests who would consume your veggies. My garden my not be pretty, professional looking but my garden produces.  I had brandywine tomatoes over 2 lbs and hanging off the slice of bread.  I grew some of the largest pumpkins and winter squash ever produced on our little farm.  The summer squash came in all summer right up to frost.  Fall turnips are feeding the humans, goats and fowl.  The winter tunnel has spinach, swiss chard and other winter greens.  We have rows of garlic and onions planted for spring and summer harvest.   Chickweed is growing in the beds that have not been planted, it is good to keep the land working and covered with vegetation, this way the top soil doesn't blow away.   

NO, it may not be pretty, in fact, the garden can be quite weedy, move those weeds around and find something to harvest and enjoy the gifts from my garden.  My garden pleases me and for the others who just pass through and make rude remarks.  Go plant your own 1/3 acre garden, work it with only hand tools, you will quickly realize I am one hard working woman who has a compassion for plants, if there is a use for the plant it is not a weed and there are very few things growing in my garden my goats will not eat.  With this in mind, there are no weeds in my garden just food for my pasture crew. 

I am so glad I spent sometime this summer visiting other gardens, I was really glad to come home and see how special my garden is.      Thank goodness, the 2018 seed catalogs are beginning to arrive, time for me to make some important decisions for next spring's garden.