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.