“Even if it’s all metaphor it’s okay.”
I’m starting to get it.
“Even if it’s all metaphor it’s okay.”
I’m starting to get it.
Where to begin?
Well so far on this farm adventure I’ve traded chickens for rabbits and half a pig for some geese. I’ve got to learn to trade things for cash someday.
After receiving my husband’s permission of course, I sent a note to a Craigslist advertiser and traded the pork for one gander and five geese. They are an awesome addition to our little homestead. They did, however, precipitate quite a struggle to prepare for their arrival. Have I mentioned that it’s been raining ALOT here? 🙂 I know I have.
I can’t think of much that is more frustrating than trying to build a fence in the rain. Except maybe trying to build a fence in the rain in soil that is 90% clay. Jeez what a pain.
And I mean constant rain. And then of course there’s always the adventure of digging in the ground on a place that’s been occupied for almost 100 years.
Because there’s a rule that no matter where you dig, that’s where the waterlines will be. Yay! More water!!
We literally were hanging the gate 30 minutes before the geese arrived. They have been worth it though. They are so pretty to watch. And within an hour of being here they gifted us with our first goose egg.
Don used it to make a pineapple upside-down cake and it was awesome. We’ve gotten three more. From what I’ve read online goose eggs are prized for baking and making pasta. Who knew?
In a total non sequitur, I had a tingly, slightly eery experience while raking rabbit poo from underneath the grow-out pen. I found this:
At first I thought it was a steak knife. When I picked it up I decided it must be a letter opener.
Upon closer inspection though it turned out to be someone’s Athame or magical knife used during Wiccan ceremonies. I am just so curious as to whom among the previous residents of this place was practicing moon magic. It’s by far more interesting than the various car parts that keep working their way out of the soil.
And finally, in a perverse f-u to the traditional farm cycle and rebirth that is spring I processed the rabbits and sent the pigs to freezer camp this weekend. The pigs dressed out at about 200 pounds each and the rabbits at about 2.2 pounds. We should be set for meat for awhile.
It’s been such an interesting experience raising animals for food. I’ve lost a lot of my Beatrix Potter view of them – there’s nothing romantic about chickens and geese mating, and rabbits and pigs can be vicious to each other – but at the same time I feel more connected to the world I am a part of. I don’t have any deep truth to share or even any insight. Mostly I wonder at the cosmic joke of a hairless ape practicing animal husbandry.
I want to live in a homespun world where Mother Nature tucks us in.
The night of my last post we had a snowstorm blow in. Somewhere between 12 and 16 inches depending on how you measure I guess. I measured 12, my coworker who lives two miles away measured 16. He measured 5 inches that evening then wiped it away and measured 12 more the next morning. I just let the snow pack down. Potato, potahto.
I know it’s not much to those of you who live further north or in the northeast but for this Texas boy it was quite the show. This was the scene Monday morning so we had a day-in. (Does “in” count as a preposition if I hyphenate it with day?) Luckily, or unluckily depending on your perspective, it started raining and the snow was gone by Wednesday morning. Unfortunately the snow and the continuing rain have added up to a new precipitation record. On Thursday we were 1.5 inches away from doubling the normal precipitation for February… and it’s on the 18th. Still it was beautiful while it was here. The snow looked like nothing so much as the top of a frosty white cobbler and every footprint was the first footprint.
Even the pig pen was somewhat romantic. Somewhat. The poor guys were literally knee deep in mud by the time I could move them. I don’t think they would’ve minded but the water and feeder are attached to the sides and as the pigs sank reaching sustenance became quite the chore. Speaking of the pigs, I’m not sure if I mentioned it but one of them got sick two weeks ago. We had to call the vet – a GREAT guy by the way and someone we will stick with – who prescribed some antibiotics and wormer to cover all bases. The change in the pig was nothing short of miraculous. I hope that the warranted concern over antibiotic abuse does not overshadow the legitimate good they do when used properly.
I went out today and measured these guys and if my calculations are not too far off they weigh about 195 pounds. They always look so much smaller in pictures than in real life. How come the camera is never that kind to me?
They will be headed to the butcher on the 20th of next month so I’m guessing they will be around 210 pounds or so. We’re going to keep one, one half of the other is promised to my friend and coworker for all his help over this past year, and I’ve been trying to sell the remaining half. Thought I had it sold yesterday but the buyer flaked out today. I haven’t told Don yet but I’m thinking about trying to trade it for some geese. I’ve always wanted geese. Don’t know why. I guess if worse comes to worse we’ll eat a lot of pork. First world problems.
We put a second roof on the machine shed. Some people might call it another tarp. 🙂 It’s working though and it’s cheap and instant, which as I’ve mentioned, our current weather situation demands. We also completely embraced our white-trashiness and ran plastic down the back of said shed to divert water away from the walls. It looks like hell but for the first time since summer the floor is completely dry. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me!
The rabbits are growing and will have to be separated by sex tomorrow. They’ll soon be 10 weeks old and are capable of breeding around that age. In the span of a month we went from three rabbits to 16 so we definitely want to prevent any more if possible.
This little guy joined the farm the day before yesterday when he just showed up. I went out to feed in the evening and he was standing in the breezeway. At first I thought one of our does was loose. Then I thought he might be wild but he didn’t scram as I got closer and he’s a pet breed, lion head I think. I keep saying he but it may be a doe, I haven’t checked. I put out ads on local Facebook pages and asked all the neighbors but no claims so far. He loves to have his head rubbed. I have a bad feeling that someone dumped him.
John Henry, our rooster, is still separated from the hens. Maybe not for much longer though. The hens’ feathers are growing back and we will need to start a new batch of layers soon. Our current flock will go through their first molt in a few months and then their laying will begin to slow. I’m thinking of trying a batch of Cornish Crosses this year for the freezer as well.
I ordered two more packages of bees today. They will be here April 15 and their Langstroth hives are waiting. I’m looking forward to trying again, this time with more standardized equipment.
That, my friends, is all the news fit to print here at Creating a Home(Stead).
Neither of my colonies made it through the extreme low temps and sogginess we had a few weeks ago. When I finally convinced myself that they were gone I went out and took apart the final hive. I found what I think is evidence of foul-brood. I can’t prove that it is foul-brood but more importantly, I can’t prove that it’s not.
Foul-brood is a fungus. The spores are almost impossible to destroy and it’s extremely contagious. Basically your bees just rot. Not enjoyable.
I set the hive boxes in the barn for awhile until yesterday when I finally convinced myself that they had to go on the burn pile. A part of me feels despair. I built those boxes. I built them out of scrap wood that would have gone to the landfill. It was my determination alone that brought them into being. Now I have to burn them.
I have a William James quote taped up in my cubicle at work:
Be willing to have it so. Acceptance of what has happened is the first step to overcoming the consequences of any misfortune.
I moved the boxes to the barn because I was not yet willing to have it so. I was still telling myself that it might not be foul-brood or that I might still be able to salvage my effort. But that was not true. And by refusing to acknowledge this reality I was blocking any chance of recovery. Now that I have settled into reality I can take action. I will burn the boxes and remove the main infection. I will use my weed burner to disinfect the hive stand. And I’ve already bought one Langstroth hive in preparation for the upcoming season.
Recovery is not without discomfort but it sure feels better than denial.
I weep for our country.
We are either part of this biosphere or we are not.
I’m listening to a very interesting audio book How Your Unconscious Mind Rules Your Behavior by Leonard Mlodinow. It’s a popular science book, meaning it’s a science book for the masses not that it’s a science book that is popular. It’s the usual compendium of science tidbits, study summaries, and other interesting stuff.
For example. There was a man who suffered a stroke. The stroke destroyed a specific part of his brain that interprets what the eyes see. He was not just effectively blind but truly blind – no light/dark comprehension, no shape recognition, total darkness as far as he could perceive. But your eyes don’t just connect to this one brain region. They also connect to an older part of the brain that we are not consciously aware of. (Ugh, prepositions have always been my bane.)
When asked to identify two different shapes, say a circle and a square, his success rate was 50%, the same as flipping a coin and what the researchers expected. But when he was asked to identify emotions in photographs – that he couldn’t consciously realize he was seeing even – he was correct 60% of the time. Statistically very significant.
He was also able to navigate a cluttered hall without his cane. Not by feeling his way through but just by walking. Something in his brain that was still wired to his eyes directed him around obstacles. When the researchers asked him how he did it he couldn’t tell them.
Some of the information is rote: Women dress sexier when they are ovulating, the Pepsi paradox (branding affects taste results), a slight touch during conversation improves outcome, stuff like that. One thing that I found fascinating and can’t quite get out of my head is his tangential example of Theory of Mind. I don’t know who originated it or even if I quite understand it yet but it goes something like this:
I think I want a banana.
I think that you want my banana.
I think that you think that I want a banana.
I think that you think that I think you want my banana.
I think that you think that I think that you think that I want a banana.
I think that you think that I think that you think that I think that you want my banana.
Theory of Mind is the ability to ascribe mental states to oneself and others. It’s the recognition that “I think” but also that “you think” and that I can think about you thinking AND that I can think about you thinking about me thinking, and so on. Supposedly, we (humans) are able to do this to six degrees while other vertebrates can do it to two or three degrees. I kinda lose track around the Kevin Bacon level. (See what I did there?)
Of course my description is just a really sketchy sketch of a complicated thing. Theory of Mind also encompasses emotions, what drives decisions and actions, beliefs, and false beliefs. And more of course.
Honestly, I think the Matrix would be easier.
Some things I don’t like to leave to chance so I called some slaughter services for the pigs, just to see how far in advance I need to make an appointment. D-day won’t be until the last of April or first of May but it’s never too soon to prepare ya know.
I went ahead and asked some questions and found out that neither one will scald a hog instead of skinning. Very disappointing.
I guess we’ll just have to deal.