Nothing on our "homestead" ever seems to go to waste....we have our very own "recycling" center. We're always looking at something and thinking, "now, how can we use that...." When it comes to chickens, they have so many products and by-products, they're way worth their weight in feathers. Here's an idea...after your 6egg omelette breakfast, do not throw away those very useful eggshells. These eggshells can be used for plant starters, fertilizer (just crush shells and put around plants, especially tomatoes), a calcium supplement for your chickens (crush dry shells and mix with feed) or a potent, aromatic liquid fertilizer. Here's the recipe:
Soak UN-RINSED shells from at least 6 eggs in a quart jar filled with water.
Let this concoction "ripen" for a week plus in a shaded place. Shake it up once in awhile.
"SNIFF" at the end of the week plus period...if you fall over backwards, it's "eggsactly" perfect! (Not for you, but your plants will love it!)
Use this "eggshell" tea to give your plants a boost if they are looking sad and saggy! You won't need to use very much...and use on outdoor plants only, that is, if you want to have a family life!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
The Art of Trimming Hooves
Once you've entered into the realm of homesteading, there is no doubt you will join the ranks of those who are also ruminant owners. And, one of the new chores you will find yourself facing is the ever present need to trim those ruminant's hooves. (I tell ya...I love this life. I mean how often does one get to use the term "ruminant" in real life? "Did you mean, Do I have a room-to-rent?" Or, "I'm sorry maam, but you'll have to check in hardware for that item....") Any way...I have studied charts and diagrams and books on all the correct procedures for trimming either a goat or sheep hoof...I truly appreciate all the neat and clean and down-right lying pictures. Whence the moment arrives that you are able to secure your animal for the moment of truth...all diagrams go right out the window. And, as we all should know by now, if no two human being toe-nails are the same...it is true for the animal kingdom. Take my husband, for example...his toenails are so unique, my daughter actually stole some away for keepsakes...she had never seen anything so BIG come off someone's toe...(I am happy to say, now that she is older, the toenails have been discarded...they were BIG though!) There is no manual to describe how to cut my husband's toenails...and the same goes for the goat or sheep. I guess the best advise I could give...is do the best you can. There are some things that will be the same for all your experiences in trimming hooves...there will be lots of "guck" to get out...(I use a hook knife...not to sharp, put has a nice pointy edge)...the animal will not hold still (that's funny, neither does my husband!)...so I put the animal in a stanchion or have a very strong helper to hold (mind you, this is for the goat or sheep, not husband!) I do try to cut the hoof as even as possible; I try to trim hooves after a rain so the hooves are soft; I am careful NOt to let the hooves get overgrown; and, yes, even tho the diagrams don't help much, they are helpful and needful to get you off on the right hoof...I mean foot. So, even tho this post may not have been the most helpful, I hope in some ways you will know that you are not alone in wondering if you are some blundering idiot that can't trim hooves "like the pros"....you are your own pro, and you are doing just fine!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Memoirs of a Teenage Homesteader: Life Is A Funny Thing
Life is a funny thing sometimes. It can land some of the most absurd situations right smack dab in your lap. And you can choose whether to laugh or cry about it. Most of the time, it's after the fact, when you're taking a stroll down Memory Lane, that you just can't help laughing heartily at something that "befell" you. I guess you could say it's the same with me. As a teenage homesteader, Memory Lane is piled deep and wide with laughs and cries. Most would probably agree that my family and I lead a very "unique" existence. We are three regular Joes who live on a nice, cozy little mountain with our flocks and herds of crazy quadrupeds and feathery bipeds, no electricity(we have solar), no TV(we just watch videos), and NO "land-line" phone. In a nutshell, we are truly living in paradise! And since my life is so colorful and crazy, I thought I'd share a memory or two with you!
There is one memory in particular that makes me crack up every time! It was when we got our FIRST GOATS! And we had to start milking these things the very next morning after we brought them home. It was... shall we say... interesting! Put simply, it took All Three Of Us TO Do It!(And it stayed that way for awhile, until we got the hang of it!) One of us would actually do the deed, while another would make sure the goat was well stocked with grain (to keep her busy so she didn't struggle), and a third person to tie down the goat's hind legs with baling twine and hold on for dear life when she tried to kick! Oh, But that wasn't the end of our little fiasco! On top of it all, the person doing the milking had to endure the "Lean-to" and "Collapsible" routines! You see, at the time, we were milking two goats: one - a stocky, black, ornery as heck 5-year old, and the other - a smaller, more timid , brown 2-year old. The black one, who we named Haddi, would all of a sudden throw her entire weight onto your head, neck and shoulders in an attempt to either make you stop milking or just flat-out suffocate you. The brown one, who we named Chloe, would, at one point or another, collapse her entire rear-half until you could barely see her teats, much less milk them! By the time you were done with HER, you looked something like the hunchback of Notre Dam (from all that bending down)! You would have had to be there to understand what I mean, but let me tell you, it was hilarious! Thankfully, nowadays, it only takes one person to milk the goats (me), and whenever they give me any grief, a quick slap on the keister sets 'em straight. And even though they can be stubborn and ornery, heaven knows I love my goats! Anyways, I could ramble on and on about other funny little things that make my life so joyful, but that's for another article.
This is my life. I'm a teenage homesteader, bread-baker, hoof-trimmer, cow, sheep, goat, chicken, turkey, cat, dog and duck tender with a love for my home and a thankfulness to Almighty God for the good things he gives me every day!
I hope you enjoyed reading this little memoir of mine.
Y'all come back now, ya hear?
There is one memory in particular that makes me crack up every time! It was when we got our FIRST GOATS! And we had to start milking these things the very next morning after we brought them home. It was... shall we say... interesting! Put simply, it took All Three Of Us TO Do It!(And it stayed that way for awhile, until we got the hang of it!) One of us would actually do the deed, while another would make sure the goat was well stocked with grain (to keep her busy so she didn't struggle), and a third person to tie down the goat's hind legs with baling twine and hold on for dear life when she tried to kick! Oh, But that wasn't the end of our little fiasco! On top of it all, the person doing the milking had to endure the "Lean-to" and "Collapsible" routines! You see, at the time, we were milking two goats: one - a stocky, black, ornery as heck 5-year old, and the other - a smaller, more timid , brown 2-year old. The black one, who we named Haddi, would all of a sudden throw her entire weight onto your head, neck and shoulders in an attempt to either make you stop milking or just flat-out suffocate you. The brown one, who we named Chloe, would, at one point or another, collapse her entire rear-half until you could barely see her teats, much less milk them! By the time you were done with HER, you looked something like the hunchback of Notre Dam (from all that bending down)! You would have had to be there to understand what I mean, but let me tell you, it was hilarious! Thankfully, nowadays, it only takes one person to milk the goats (me), and whenever they give me any grief, a quick slap on the keister sets 'em straight. And even though they can be stubborn and ornery, heaven knows I love my goats! Anyways, I could ramble on and on about other funny little things that make my life so joyful, but that's for another article.
This is my life. I'm a teenage homesteader, bread-baker, hoof-trimmer, cow, sheep, goat, chicken, turkey, cat, dog and duck tender with a love for my home and a thankfulness to Almighty God for the good things he gives me every day!
I hope you enjoyed reading this little memoir of mine.
Y'all come back now, ya hear?
Raising Backyard Chickens: When The Dinner Bell Rings...
For those of you who raise your own chickens, and for those of you who may just be starting off on this "flighty" adventure, I am here to offer a few words of advise...stuff I have gleaned from my humble, novice beginnings, to my current bumbling expertise. We live in an area where we can "free-range" our chickens...they get the run of the place. You ought to see our eggs...beautiful, bright orange yolks, and ever so tasty! But having chickens run all over the place can have its drawbacks, ie: it's pretty important to NOT leave doors leading to your house, barn, feed room, etc. open. Chickens seem to instinctively know that an open door is an open invitation to come on in and make themselves at home. I have, unfortunately, found little "gifts" or "momentos" of their kind visits in places rather unsuspecting! Not pleasant! It is also important to keep the garden gate closed, too, that is if you don't want them to help themselves to a premature salad bar or the little seeds you so meticulously just planted. I have found, at times, they can be rather helpful in the garden...chasing those pesky grasshoppers, or showing them a colony of unwanted ants...presto! Talk about pest control! It is not unusual to have a chicken stand right next to you, or even jump on the end of the shovel, when working the soil nice and deep...worms! They love worms...but so do I, so this isn't always a symbiotic relationship. Well, enough said. Anyway...we also live in an area where it is imperative to "put up" the chickens inside there pen for the night...at our place it is called the "chicken palace". So, how do we get all those cluckers in for the night? Simple, and I hope these tips will help you out as well.
1. Never ever feed your flock outside the chicken house or the enclosed chicken pen. "Home is where the chow is!"; and if you follow this simple principle, your chickens will know where to head when the sun starts going down. Also, train your chickens before you ever let them roam by "calling" them and feeding them in the chicken yard for at least a week or so in order for them to get used to what the "prize" will be for good chicken behavior!
2. Be consistent as to when you call your chickens in...we let our chickens out to roam around 10-11 o'clock a.m. and "call" them in around 5-6 p.m. We do this also for the chicken's protection...more predators are likely before and after the prescribed time limits.
3. Have a familiar "call"...my daughter and high just make a high-pitched yell..."chickens in" and away they come, running at top speed. We also "call" them in with a special treat...good ole table scraps, etc...(I wish my husband was so easily charmed!) But remember, no table scraps until safely inside the chicken pen!
Trust me, this system works! How well? At one time we had over 100 chickens on our place...you can read about how we acquired over 70 of them in my post on "Roosters Crowing, etc." Anyway, 72 white roosters were housed in the "turkey townhouse" while the rest of our brood still resided in the chicken palace. Two nice hen/turkey houses approximately 25 yards apart. When it was time to call in the birds, we gave the famous call, and I kid you not, the white birds went to their home and the rest went to their own home...it looked like the parting of the Red Sea...and was in itself, sort of a miracle. So, good luck when you ring that dinner bell...and get out of the way...hey, I just figured out why the chicken crossed the road....
1. Never ever feed your flock outside the chicken house or the enclosed chicken pen. "Home is where the chow is!"; and if you follow this simple principle, your chickens will know where to head when the sun starts going down. Also, train your chickens before you ever let them roam by "calling" them and feeding them in the chicken yard for at least a week or so in order for them to get used to what the "prize" will be for good chicken behavior!
2. Be consistent as to when you call your chickens in...we let our chickens out to roam around 10-11 o'clock a.m. and "call" them in around 5-6 p.m. We do this also for the chicken's protection...more predators are likely before and after the prescribed time limits.
3. Have a familiar "call"...my daughter and high just make a high-pitched yell..."chickens in" and away they come, running at top speed. We also "call" them in with a special treat...good ole table scraps, etc...(I wish my husband was so easily charmed!) But remember, no table scraps until safely inside the chicken pen!
Trust me, this system works! How well? At one time we had over 100 chickens on our place...you can read about how we acquired over 70 of them in my post on "Roosters Crowing, etc." Anyway, 72 white roosters were housed in the "turkey townhouse" while the rest of our brood still resided in the chicken palace. Two nice hen/turkey houses approximately 25 yards apart. When it was time to call in the birds, we gave the famous call, and I kid you not, the white birds went to their home and the rest went to their own home...it looked like the parting of the Red Sea...and was in itself, sort of a miracle. So, good luck when you ring that dinner bell...and get out of the way...hey, I just figured out why the chicken crossed the road....
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