Showing posts with label chickens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chickens. Show all posts

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Not your average bear

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Unbeknownst to us, and without any effort whatsoever, we have become what some may consider to be a bit unusual.

Could be the front lawn's slow metamorphosis itself into tomato central. Maybe it's the request that our neighbors save all their kitchen scraps? I'm sure it has nothing to do with rabbits, worms, fly control, or at any given time we could be found in our pajamas with cowboy boots and hats picking arugula seeds with a chicken on our backs who apparently has taken it on herself to sing the poultry national anthem at six in the morning.

Unusual for city folk? Maybe...

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Saturday, May 14, 2011

Peep vs. Chicken

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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Nightmare of the Headless Chicken from Uranus

I'm running through a dark forest. A dull noise echos through the damp, foggy air. It's a noise I know, yet can't place. The shapes of trees pass by in my peripheral vision, the leaves crunching below my feet. The noise gets louder. Louder. What is that? I know not why I run, but I am sure it is to get away from the haunting, incessant cluck. That's it! It's a cluck!

Cluck....

Cluck....

Cluck....

I reach a clearing and stop running. The fog lifts revealing a stump. I recognize this particular stump. I salvaged it from the neighbor's pine tree a few years back. Imbedded in the stump is an ax. A bloody ax.

Cluck...

Cluck...

Cluck...

From my right comes rustling of leaves. "Who's there?" I cry in a feeble voice. I quickly realize how weak that sounded and muster a "WHO'S THERE?" Suddenly I know what is there. I am sure I knew all along.

It's Penny.

The headless chicken.

I wake up...

I knew when I purchased my chickens that one day would bring the need to slaughter them. I'm pretty sure the above scenario won't happen. I mean, I've had to have pets put down before. I've had to deal with the occasional bird or lizard that the cat did not finish off. It's the same thing, right?

If anyone wants to share about their first time, please do. First time slaughtering, I mean. Get your mind out of the gutter people!

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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Farmer's Market

Imagine waking up early on a Thursday morning. You slap on some dirty jeans and t-shirt, an old cowboy hat and walk outside into the garden. You are greeted by the chickens who, no matter what time you get out there, seem to already be standing next to the gate waiting to see what yummy stuff they may get from last night's dinner. Most days it's all about the feeding and watering getting done early, before the nine-to-fiver starts. But Thursdays are different. Thursdays from 3-7 is the Chandler Farmer's Market. You've been planning all week what to harvest and now it is time to pull, clean and pack. For one day a week, the world works. All is well. You are a local food source.

OK, we have not really made it that far as homesteaders. In fact, we have not successfully been able to produce enough for our family of five. But, boy wouldn't that be cool!

Farmer's markets are the mainstay of the local farmer's existence. They tend to be a good reflection of the area's culture and economy. Some are very strict, others are operated right from Aunt Tilly's front porch. Whatever the market, the idea is the same: fresh food grown locally. That's what I'm talkin' about!

Though a booth at the market would be cool, in reality, the urban homesteader is not well-equipped to compete with local farms. In fact, I'm not sure I would want to. These farmers are there to make a living. I would not want to take away from that unless it were my living that was in the making. You never know though, keep working hard, trust in the good Lord above and see what happens.

Psst....don't buy Tilly's prickly pear jelly. Just trust me.

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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Urban Homesteading and Meat

One of the dilemmas facing a city dwelling farmer is how to produce meat. Basically, the question is whether to raise, buy or eliminate meat altogether.

Raising meat is the most attractive option to any homesteading family, however, for obvious reasons, also the most difficult. If your farm is anything like ours, you have your pick from chickens or rabbits. There are a few other candidates that may work such as ducks, goats, pigeons or pigs depending on how much room you have. For rabbits, you would need a set of parents whom you will not slaughter. They should produce about 6-10 babies every 12 weeks. Doing the math, this puts rabbit on the table about once every other week. Not bad. Chickens are not even close to as productive. Using the same formula, you could expect chicken dinners about once every 10 weeks. Of course, the numbers can change dramatically based on the number of animals you keep. Double the parent rabbits or chickens and you will get twice as many dinners.

Buying meat is also a complicated venture for extreme homesteaders. While high quality meat is available at most grocery stores, you really have very little way of knowing anything about where it came from or how it was processed or raised. Usually, you can be sure that it is relatively safe to eat and this may be all that matters to you. If asked, we would say our chickens and rabbit are high quality, but we're a little biased. They eat our leftovers and vegetable scraps, so perhaps they share our nutritional content.

Going vegetarian is great, but anyone who has tried it who was not fully committed to it knows how long meat abstinence lasts. We've tried it a few times with moderate success, however, for reasons unknown to beast and man, we always jump off that wagon at some time or another. For those who have the will power and won't miss the taste of a mouth watering, juicy, salty, meaty, oozing with goodness steak, (you can see where our problems lie), this is likely the best route for the dedicated homesteader.

In the long run, we have resolved to implement all three strategies. Taking the seasons of plenty with the seasons of not-as-much and deciding which best fits our current situation. Adaptation, if you will. It is the way of the urban homesteader.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Am I Really an Urban Homesteader?

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday morning and I'm standing in Home Depot halfway between the seed aisle and the veggie transplant aisle.

On one shoulder sits the angel homesteader, whispering in my ear, "Seeds are the only way to go. You cannot be a real homesteader if you are buying those awful transplants. After all, they came to this huge chain store on a huge truck that required a huge amount of gas causing a huge carbon footprint on...on...well on wherever carbon walks." On the other shoulder sits the devil homesteader, yelling in my ear, "Don't listen to that self righteous, tree-hugging hippy. It's so much easier to just buy the four pack of pumpkins, stick them in the ground and use the rest of the day watching chicken olympics in a lawn chair with a six pack, (of home brew of course).

There are so many factors that go into self-sustainability. Sometimes the hardcore homesteader in me takes over and I'm all set to pull the plug and jump head first off the grid into the 18th century. Plow the front yard, we're planting corn. Then there are times like that morning in Home Depot, where the chickens need wormed, the bean poles fell prey to the wicked monsoon storm and the aphids have considered Casita to be ground zero.

I make sure nobody is looking and quickly grab that four pack of pumpkins put them in cart under the tomato cages and head for the checkout.

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