October 2007 Archives

I recieved 6 blue orpington eggs. I set them in my incubator. I candled at day 4 and couldn't see any signs of veins. I candled again at day 7. No sign of growth. I gave them another 6 days and still I saw no veins.

This morning I pulled the plug on the incubator. I cracked open the eggs. Just as I suspected. The eggs are not fertile.

I am cleaning the incubator and getting it ready for another try.

 

The drought hit us pretty hard in this part of Virginia. Pumpkins aren't as plentiful and in most places they are priced at a premium. One place was selling them for $2.77 per pound. Last year they were .39 cents per pound. I can't see paying that for a pumpkin and only using it for a day or two and pitching it out. That is a waste of food, if not for people then for animals. The frugal part of me just comes up short and I told the kids no pumpkins for the front porch this year.

Instead we took that same money and bought fun-kins. The faux look-alike pumpkins that won't rot, we can use every year and I don't have to feel bad about wasting food.

 

We waited until the craft stores where putting them on sale to move 'em out and we picked up several Sunday evening. I spent a little time yesterday carving them. If you haven't yet carved one of these don't be fooled. They are nearly as hard to carve as a real pumpkin. I used the same technique for transfering the pumpkin face then used an exacto knife to carve the lines. My hands were tired by the time I finished all of them. It ws work people! I used photoshop to make some face patterns. I printed them out to use as my guide for cutting. Using a stick pen I made little dots through the paper template then cut out the pieces following the dots.

You can see that Fingers McGillicutty had a great time being in the middle of it all. I did the carving and he carried them out to the porch for me. He gets very excited over everything. He wants to be in the middle of it all. He was climbing up and down on the table and chairs. He took the little pieces that came off as I carved and carried them around like priceless treasures. He is so funny. It is really hard for me to believe that in about a week he will be 21 months old. Already. He has left his baby stages very quickly. He is talkative but it is the baby talk that only the trained ear of a mother is able to interpret. Don't even ask Steve what he just said. He just stares at you with that look of a deer caught in the headlights.

I had been wanting to do the 'boo' set of pumpkins every year and finally this year I made them. With these foam pumpkins you can't use candles or the oil lights for lighting. I refused to buy those battery operated things that flash so annoyingly. Besides Halloween night is not a good time to have flashing lights in the dark that might set off some schitzo feind on a Jason or Michael Meyers trip and ruin a perfectly good evening. Also what a huge waste of batteries that I could better use in my camera making photos of my kids and the cute trick or treaters that come to my porch.

For this very out of the way place we get a lot of trick-or-treaters. alot who are too old to be out trying to get some candy. I am going to be mean this year. Anyone who looks like they are 14 or older I am turning them away with treats. Last year far too many teenage boys came to our house not once but TWICE trying to get candy. What is up with their parents letting them go out alone knowing they are scrounging for candy and in some cases pushing little kids down to get to a door first. I am not putting up with it this year. I am going to say, "NO," and send them on their unmerry way. We get about 200+ kids and that is ALOT of candy. And great day in the morning have you seen the price of candy this year? Are they lining the little foil packages with precious metals now days? I think I should dress up as the Grinch and be done with it. LOL

Ok. So. Moving on.

In keeping with the chicken theme I have had going lately I would be remiss to let you all down without at least one more post featuring poultry of some sort.  Here it is. This is my rooster jack o'lantern. I wish I had gotten a couple more of the really big pumpkins and done a hen on her nest to go with the rooster. We did go back to buy another big pumpkin but the craft store was all sold out. Imagine that. Two days before Halloween and the stores are selling out of decorations. What ever will we do when there is nothing left to buy at the after halloween sales? That is usually when I buy a few things to have for the following year without having to pay full price.

These pumpkins are lit with the replacement lights that are sold in the Christmas section. You know, the ones that you insert into a little hole in the back of a little village house or store. Now I shouldn't have to invest in pumpkin decor for a very long time. or perhaps we could add just one to the collect each year. That would be fun.

Before I go and start sorting out my candy to give out tomorrow night I have to tell you something about my goats. Cindy, the not so nice doe, is sick. She has little sores on her udder bag. I called the only goat vet in our area for hundreds of miles and she will be coming by sometime this morning to check her out. Also, we have been making some super nice homemade soaps to add to my baskets for Christmas gifts. Goat milk soap is some of the best for your skin. I have goat milk. PLENTY of goat milk. I'll make some photos to show you all of the process of transforming oils and fats and lye into some of the most luxurious soaps you can buy. Yes, I said lye. You cannot make soap without lye. Once the chemical process has taken place there is no lye left in the mix. It is the process of saponification. If someone tells you lye soap is harsh to your skin tell them they know nothing about soap. And tell them that bar soap mess they buy and shell out big bucks for is chemicals and actually a detergent they are washing their face with. Not soap at all. Wait till you see my goatmilk and cornmeal exfolliating bar! Or my goatmilk and lemon kitchen soap. Or my goatmilk and grits gardeners hand soap. Good stuff!

Go get ready for Halloween. See you tomorrow.

I made another incubator.

I found this potato box at a thrift shop for $8.

We cut out a place in the lid and routed a channel so that a pane of glass can be inserted for observation. The glass is out now because the glare from my kitchen lights made it impossible to see inside.

The light is wired in the bottom part of the box where the little drawer is.

The thermostat is wired in the compartment where the eggs will rest.

A water wiggler, thermometer/hydrometer and the set up is complete and ready to regulate the heat.

For those who are still unsure about the wiring I made a photo of how the wiring is completed.

I cannot explain any better than I have in the other two incubator posts so maybe looking at this photo will help take away the rest of the mystery.

For those who have questioned the water wiggler. This is a digital thermometer/hydrometer with a probe and a water wiggler.

The probe on the thermometer is threaded into the water wiggler and placed along side the eggs. The temperature on the inside mimics the temperature of the inside of the eggs. The ideal hatching temperature inside the egg is 99.5 degrees F.

Use this setting of 99.5F to regulate your thermostat to turn on and off the light bulb to maintain the correct heat.

I am very pleased so far with this bator. The temps are steady and holding. The probe temp is holding at 99.9 and the humidity is around 40% and holding.

I have 11 true blue/black Americauna eggs set in the potato box 'bator. We are currently on day 8. I have candled the eggs and see veins and the embryos. The chicks are growing! I have had a real heck of a time with all of the sudden changes in the weather. The humidity went crazy when the rains came (not complaining!). The temperatures began to swing with the rain and the box had to be moved to the study where the servers are keeping that room a constant 77 degrees. As if that wasn't enough the other day the buld blew and the temps fell to 80 before I knew it.

Wish me luck on a good hatch.

I wish you could see the real color of these eggs. They are such a lovely shade of blue.

Other links: my styrofoam cooler incubator and my bread box incubator.

Good luck to all of you who are inspired to build your own incubator.

Steve asked for a 'simple' chicken salad. He further clarified a very basic chicken salad. Which meant he didn't want the apples and craisens and walnuts in it.

I had the last of the chickens we had processed in the roaster so that I could pick the meat and can another batch of broth. I picked out a good portion of tender chicken and chopped it.

I made a cup of my homemade mayonnaise

I also boiled up a few of my little pullet eggs.

Chicken, boiled egg, mayo, salt, pepper, chopped celery and onion, garlic powder. Simple chicken salad just like he asked.

I served it on pumpernickle bread with lettuce and tomato.

It was really good along side a steaming bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup.

Like my bowl? Ross under $3. w00t!

My little Rhode Island Red pullets are laying me an egg or two every day. They are such lovely little treasures to find when I go out to the barn. They taste great, too!

I used one of them to make mayonnaise.

Mayonnaise is very easy to make. It is a simple combination of egg and oil that is emulsified and seasoned.

Take 1 home grown farm fresh egg and 1 cup of salad oil. Gourmet mayonnaises are made with combinations of different oils. Learn to make a good basic mayonnaise then experiment with other oils.

I used a stick blender but a food processor works just as well. If you have the arm strength a nice cold bowl and a wire wisk will work, too.

Season with salt, white pepper, a dash of ground mustard powder and a sprinkle of lemon juice. You can season it for your taste and preference.

Most recipes call for the egg to be drizzled slowly with the oil as it is being beaten to make a great emulsification. It takes more than a few minutes to make the mayo in this manner. If you use a stick blender add the egg and oil to a deep container and whip it up in under 10 seconds.

I do not always make my own mayonnaise. I am a die hard Duke's mayonnaise fan. I cannot live without my Duke's - ask most any southern cook ;) LOL Sometimes I run short or forget to pick up an extra jar (I try to keep at least one in the pantry at all times but it flies off the shelf around here) and that is when I make my own. I also like to make my own for potato salad. Yummy.

Some mayonnaises are far more yellow. This is from using 2 or 3 egg yolks in place of the whole egg. You can search out alot of different recipes on the internet. I prefer whiter mayonnaise. There are some who think using an egg white lowers the quality of the mayonnaise but I'll put my home grown eggs up against their store bought yolks any day of the week and will have a better mayonnaise. I am that confident in the goodness of my fresh eggs.

Give it whirl and tell me how you did. Whatever is left over you can put in a jar and put in the fridge. It will keep for a while.

Many comments or emails are coming my way about the safety of raw eggs. Let me say this - I trust my eggs to be clean and healthy. I do not go around partaking of raw eggs or raw egg products that I am not sure of. The warnings about eating raw eggs and the chance of salmonella is usually more likely to occur in a commercial egg than a home grown egg.

I trust my eggs.

This is a black walnut tree. Where I live there are bountiful. I have at least four trees dropping nuts right now.

This is a black walnut on the tree. When fall comes they fall to the ground. If you are under one when it falls it might knock you out or leave a nice red mark that turns into a lovely blue-ish/green bruise.

When they are on the ground they need to be harvest. They can be picked up in the hull but that still leaves the need to get them out of the hull and then having to pick up/out the nut.

Picking them up is not a pretty sight. The juice leaves your hands and anything it touches a nice tobacco brown stain that does not wash off. It has to wear off.

To harvest them you can buy one of these expensive things. But still you have to get the nut out of the hull.

I've got one of these. I used it in Georgia to pick up all the pecans that fell from my trees. When we go out to the barn we use our feet to roll the nut out of the yucky hull. After two or more days they are fairly dry.

Steve built a frame for me with a wire bottom. The nuts can sit on here, air can circulate, the nuts can begin to cure.

Black walnuts are alot of work for a little bit of nut meats. The meat has a rich smokey flavor.

I have resented these trees presence since moving here. I miss my pecan trees. Pecans are my favorite to cook with. I once made nearly all of my gifts from my pecans. My trees in Georgia were very old, over 150 years. When I was a kid the nearesr neighbor was a very old man in his late 80's or early 90's who was born in an old house that once stood where our house was in the pecan grove. He told me his grandfather planted the trees. The made the best pecans I have ever had. In a good year 3 of the trees produced over 600 pounds of nuts each.

This year I am trying to embrace the black walnuts that I now have. I am trying to learn to appreciate them. The going is slow. The work is time consuming. I am trying to make the best of it.

I keep telling myself I am sitting on a potential gold mine but it really isn't working.

Maybe I'll make an applesauce cake with real black walnuts.

I just don't know.

When I received my spring chicks McMurray added 7 red star cockerals to the order 'for warmth' - ha! we had 47 birds in that order they didn't need warmth. They are known as the packing peanuts.

Anyhoo ..

We tended those baby roo's the same as all the pullets. They were fed and cared for and loved and played with by our children. My 19 month little Steven old can carry them around (with supervision!) in the barn when we are all out there petting and holding them all.

They are 19 weeks old at the time of this photo.

I have noticed they have become more aggressive toward the hens especially in the past week or two. Just plain out MEAN to the hens. This morning I was out in the barn and one of the big boys comes over, pecks my shoe, nips at my knee which is the signal to pick him up. I tucked his big self under my arm and went about filling feeders and talking to my girls. Yet another comes over with the same song and dance wanting his turn. So down goes one and up comes the other. I hold him while I check the waterers and set them out for my husband to fill. Soon all the chores are done and I am standing in the door watching the interaction of all the chickens. Buster throws back his head and lets out a magnificently loud crow quickly followed by Laf then the Packing Peanuts follow lead. I love that sound. It makes me smile.

So, I am standing there watching this with the hens around my feet picking and scratching. Suddenly one of the Red Stars jumps on my sweet partridge rock hen and grabs her by the neck and just holds her down on the floor. Immediately before I can react 2 other Red Stars come over and bite down on her. She is squawking and raising the roof - I would be too! They are trying to pluck her feathers!

This just pissed me off. We have known for sometime now that we had to cull the roosters. They have been so friendly and docile to us that we have really put it off longer than we should have. Truthfully I have been waiting for cooler weather to do the deed and we haven't had any. It is in the upper 90's and even hotter in the barn this afternoon.

I grabbed one roo and pulled him off of her and used my foot to get the other two off. The one in my hands I took out and put in another room with my stand by large dog crate for separating chickens if needed. I go back inside and one of the Red Stars is starring down Buster but learned his lesson quickly and backed down. I grabbed him up and put him out that same crate. No sooner had I come back in than the other Red Star was pecking and wanting to be picked up. I grabbed him up and put him out with the others. I was just fuming. I checked my hen and she is fine.

I was just fuming mad at how aggressive they were and the tag teaming of that hen. I sort of felt bad, too, because these guys are some of my husband very favorites from the coop.

I went back into the house, put on a huge pot of boiling water, Steve sharpened a knife and the hatchet. We made 3 slip knots in some length of small rope. I went back to the barn, pulled out 2 of the bullies and left the third one for my husband to get.

One. Two. Three. We hung them to bleed out while we got the pot of water and other things we needed.

I dipped the birds for less than one minute to loosen the feathers. Once I had finished the picking Steve did the gutting.

Start to finish it took us 2 and a half hours to dress, clean-up and burn all of the 'evidence' (including coming inside washing and finishing the birds and us getting a shower).

I know it would have taken much less time if we weren't having to keep an eye on my 19 month old who thought it was fun to try to squirt everyone with the hose, or run off behind the barn or any number of other things little boys do.

Fully dressed and ready for bagging each bird weighed out at just a little over 4lbs.

I am very pleased with them but know they can't hold a flame to the cornish x's we are raising now.

They were lined with a nice strip of fat. The flesh is whitish/yellow. I have one soaking in the frig for tomorrows dinner.

This weekend we will most likely do the other four meanies.

I wanted to follow up and show you one of the chickens I roasted for supper last night. He was delicious! I also made macaroni and cheese, fresh english peas and potato rolls with butter. My 19 month old ate every bite of his chicken. My husband, a first time home grown chicken eater, loved it. He really was good!

I wrote this week before last. Since that time we finished all of the extra roosters. We ended up with 11 birds that we culled form the flock. I cooked them all and picked the meat. I have about 8 quarts of meat and 3 gallons of chicken stock in the freezer.

The hen house is now much more calm. The hens are less stressed. The feather pulling pretty much stopped. Best of all as I have shown you is that the girls have started to lay eggs.

The home grown birds do have a bit of a different texture than what you would be accumstomed to from a commercial chicken. They are also much more flavorful. The broth cooks off richer than any I have had in a long time.

In about 6 weeks we'll have 27 more birds ready. It is a lot of work for one saturday but that one day will provide a minimum of 27 meals. I think it is worth it.

During the heat of the summer it probably wasn't a good idea to get hatching eggs. The post office handled them so poorly many of them arrived broken and the box leaking. I gave up on hatching eggs until the weather started to get cooler. This morning I will set another batch of eggs.

This set of eggs is the long anticipated blue orpingtons and the pure bred blue/black americauna that lays a beautiful blue egg.  (NOT a mutt bred chickens that lays a varied color of egg known as easter eggs/easter eggers.)

I have been carefully regulating the new incubator and happily anticipating the arrival of the eggs. The eggs were shipped monday morning and I received the box wednesday morning.

Every egg was perfect. Nothing broken. Everything appears to be in great shape. Even the weather has cooperated and remained in the upper 50's to the lower 70's. Hopefully this hatch will have better results than the last. I do blame the extreme heat as well as rthe rough handling of the post office for that lost batch of eggs. We checked the eggs after 25 days and only one had the slightest signs of a developing chick. It was very sad.

Wish me luck. I think I am going to need it. I am very nervous this time around. The six brown eggs are from blue orpingtons. Beautiful birds that live in the North Georgia Mountains. Send me good vibes. The perfect hatch would be 100% and 5 pullets and 1 cockeral. Yes, I do know I am blowing smoke! It doesn't hurt to ask for what you want!

The blue eggs are from blue and black americuanas. It would indeed be more wishful thinking to ask for a majority of pullets but I figure in for a penny, in for a pound. Come on pullets! I have eleven of these eggs. I don't know why the color washes out but I wish you could see how pretty and blue they are.

I know you all don't respond well to these posts I write about me and the livestock. I guess you all don't want to know all those mundane things but this is what is going on these days out here on the farm.

 - Green Acres is the place to be - Farm Living is the life for me!

I have been wanting to set up a smaller incubator than the one I made back in the summer. The original incubator is huge and can set a flat of eggs (2.5 dozen) at one time. I don't want to have to regulate and run that big box just to hatch a few eggs at a time.

I was trying to think outside of the box and away from the the styrofoam coolers. I asked myself what can a chicken loving housewife use to make a small incubator out of inexpensively? How can she do it safely and without worrying about the electrical and know she did it right?

So, I built a new one.

I used an old breadbox with a plexiglass window insert that I found at the goodwill for $7. You probably have one or know someone with an old one they don't use any more. If I was back home in Georgia I know my sister has 2 I could have gotten!

I picked up one of the $11 thermometer/Hygrometer with probe combos by acurite (I have one but I wanted a second one incase I decided to use both bators at one time), a water wiggler $0.88, $5 a bottle lamp kit, and an $8 single pole hot water heater thermostat. I already had some little wood screws, electrical tape and a surge protector.

First I secured my thermostat to the upper top corner of the breadbox. I did so because I want the thermostat as far away from the heat source as possible. I want to be sure the eggs on that side don't get too cool.

Next I drilled a hole for the lamp kit making sure the lamp neck was placed so that when the lid closes the light bulb is not touching or extended out too far.

Using the bottle lamp kit I threaded the hollow metal tube through the hole and then threaded the electrical wire through the tube and screwed down both ends to make it tight.

Following the lamp instructions I wired the ribbed wire to the brass screw (see #1). I then cut a piece of the wiring and ran that from the silver screw through the side hole to the thermostat (see #3). I took the other wire coming into the box and threaded it through the side hole and wired it to the other screw on the thermostat (see #2).

It wasn't hard. You can do it. Take your time. If you wire it wrong when you plug it in your breaker will trip. You'll know then what to do. LOL

I then cut a piece of shelf liner and laid it in the bottom so the eggs would be coushioned and not roll.

The light works, the thermostat works.

I did caulk around the little window so that warm air wouldn't easily escape and cause the light to run more than it needed.

I did not drill any vent holes in mine for 2 reasons. The humidity in my house is at 52% and has beed holding that for the past week. The lid has a lillte gap along one side that I think will let the bator breath properly. If I need more venting it won't take 1 min to drill out a hole. We'll see.

If you build one you might need to drill holes and plug them with a cork as needed.

I also went back and added some of the weather stripping you put around dorrs and windows to stop drafts around the inside where the lid closes down. I was loosing alot of heat that way.

Now it is sitting and warming up. It will run from now until the Blue Orpington eggs I am getting have their 21+ days in the incubator.

I am not one to count my chicks before they hatch so wish me luck. Eggs went in the mail yesterday to be shipped to me. I am on pins and needles hoping they make it to me intact. The post office damaged the last batch I got.

This little bator can sit on my kitchen counter and not be in the way. The big bator I had was always in the way no matter where we had it while testing it. We ended up keeping that one on the dining room buffet with the last batch of eggs.

This one is pretty and won't look out of place on the countertop.

Nothing is wrong with functional and decorative! :D

P.S. Those of you who teach school (Mary!) this is a great idea for spring time. Set eggs in late March and 21 days or so later they would hatch in April.

Henny Penny And The Tail Tale of Two Eggs

Once Upon a time on a little farm in Virginia there lived a happy flock of spoiled hens.

Henrietta hen was being moody and would not share the most prized and favored nest box in all of the kingdom with her friend Henny Penny.

So Henny Penny made her own nest on the other side of the hen house in a lovely old feeder box hanging on the wall.

The little rhode island red hen clucked and scratched around in her little nest of chicken crumbles and black oil sunflower seeds.

Until finally one of her friends, another rhode island red, came to see what there was to see. Her friend saw nothing.

Henny Penny ruffled her tail feathers and clucked some more.

This time her friend Ginger, a buff orpington, came to inspect the situation. And she, too, saw nothing.

Henny Penny spun around her nest again. She stuck her head in the corner and pretty much told everyone in the hen house to kiss it that morning. Something was going on that made this day different from all of the others before it.

Henny Penny continued to sit in her little improvised nest. Then suddenly, without warning, she jumped out of the box and wandered away.

This is what she left behind for all the world to see making this day unlike all the other days that came before it. Henny Penny laid her very first egg. Even more importantly she did it while the farmer was there to see it all happen.

Fussy old Henrietta who wouldn't share the most prized and favored nest box of all nest boxes in the kingdom was still clucking and scratching around and couldn't get comfortable but later when the camera was turned off she hopped out of the nest box and left behind one little brown egg, too.

And they all lived happily every after on the tiny farm in Virginia.

The End.

I have a barn full of pullets. A pullet is a female chicken under one year old. After one year they are hens. So, I have about 40+ pullets who became 19 weeks old monday. When they start laying I can expect at the height of the season to collect somewhere around three dozen eggs a day.

Between the ages of 18 - 24 weeks most pullets will begin to lay eggs. They will be small at first but will get bigger and more uniform as the pullet matures. There is no magic number to predict when the pullets will begin to lay. It is sort of like with us females. Mother natures takes her own course and you just can't predict the day and time that the moment will happen.

The cycle for the eggs often follows a 25 hour pattern. If an egg is laid at 8am today it might be 9am tomorrow before that next egg gets laid. But that is not always the rule. Some hens will lay like clockwork at the same time every day. Some hens might lay an egg every other day.

It is very exciting as you approach the age of laying. It is also very frustrating looking each and every day for those first eggs. I am guilty of checking often and then checking again.

Now here is a little lesson - you do not need a rooster to have eggs - beautiful farm fresh eggs. You only need a rooster if you want those eggs to eventually incubate (with or without a hen) and hatch out lovely little chicks.

Please take note of what I am about to tell you -

1. There is not one bit of difference between a brown and a white egg. Nor is there any difference between those and any of the colored eggs from chickens who carry a color gene from an ancestor cross bred with a true ameriaucana.

2. You cannot tell the difference between a fertiled egg and an unfertilized egg. People who say the little white string in an egg is rooster sperm is an idiot.That is the chalaza and it is what attaches to the membrane at the shell to keep the egg yolk centered in the egg.

3. If you did have a fertiled egg the only way to tell is to look VERY carefully at the yolf after a few days and look for a tiny speck called a bullseye where the cells are beginning to form.

4. You can eat fertilized and unfertilized eggs and NEVER know the difference. There is really no difference. You won't be eating a baby chick if you eat a fertilized egg.

5. Fertilized eggs can sit for as long as 10 days or so before the hen has enough to sit on if she goes broody. They do not begin to develop into what will become a chick until they have started the incubating process. It takes lots of continuous warmth provided by a nice fluffy feathered hen or a monitored incubator to begin the process toward a hatching chick.

6. Never count your chicks before the eggs hatch.

I wrote all of this to tell you this story.

Last night I was finishing up with cooking supper (chicken stew from one of our own processed chickens!) so Steve and Colby and Gracie went out to the barn to check the feed and close up. The girls came in first.

Gracie says, "Can I show momma what we found?" 

Colby says, "No, not yet." I said, "If my chickens laid an egg and you all didn't come get me my feelings will be hurt." Not really but maybe? LOL

Steve comes in and the conversation is repeated with him only this time Gracie holds out her hands and in each hand is a little pullet egg.

So I have no idea which two started laying yesterday but I do have an idea since they were found in the nest boxes closest to the door that it was most likely one if my RIR and one of the barred rocks.

You know threatening them is what I think did it. I went out there yesterday morning and said to them all as I filled the feeders, " I took 3 boys out here for being lazy and mean do you girls want to be next? If not, you better get to producing some eggs!"

The photo is two small pullet eggs. They are very light brown. They may or may not have a yolk in them. I'll find out later when I crack them to cook.

How cool is that?

My chickens make me breakfast!

This is a very sensitive issue this morning.

Yesterday I had to take Steven to the pediatrician as an emergency sick patient. Let me tell you why.

Around 10am he had a normal little boy erection.

It lasted for over two hours. It made him miserable. He pulled at his diaper, he whined, he even did a little foot stomping and crying. I did everything I could for him. I even called Steve and asked what to do. He told me to see if I could get it to either lay up or down in his diaper and maybe it won't irritate him so much. No success. I gave him a cup of ice to crunch on to try to distract him. Eventually the erection went away.

It wasn't long after that it came back again. This time the reaction to it was more intense. I ended up putting him in a lukewarm bath and let him play to help distract from it.

When I took him out of the tub I went to put a diaper on him and he just cried. The end was irritated and red. So I left the diaper off. He seemed to be fine with the diaper off. I kept watching to see if he was going to urinate so that he didn't do it on my floor or furniture. When he did finally go he cried.

I looked at his penis and it was no longer erect but it was very red and on the side of it there was a knot or lump the size of a marble. This scared me. I was afraid with the erections lasting so long that maybe he had torn those little muscle tissues that run the length of his penis.

I called the pediatrician but she couldn't see me. The office wanted me to see the nurse practitioner but I steadfastly refused. She is the one who thinks catheterizing is the first step for anything you can't put a finger on. No way was seeing Steven. Instead I took an appointment with the other doctor in the practice. A man. Exactly what I needed. Someone with hands on experience in that plumbing department.

I called Steve and he came home from work to go with us. I got Gracie from school and as soon as Steve got home we took Steven in.

The doctor was really nice and professional but he was sincere and funny, too. You know penis jokes can be funny.

Anyway - Steven's problem is that his adhesions (where the skin is still attached at the sides of the head of the penis) are beginning to tear away. This is perfectly normal in uncircumsized baby boys. It has to happen at some point. Sometimes it happens very early in infancy. At 19 months Steven is just at the prime erection/adhesion breaking age.

The doctor said we could treat his pain with Motrin and let nature take its course or he could lance the remaining skin and get it over with quickly but it would still have to heal. I asked if we let him lance it would he be able to use a numbing agent. He said no. There was nothing he could use on the penis. We said no to lancing. It takes the body much longer to heal from a cut than from a natural tear  and besides that? there is no way in hell I am going to hold Steven down on a table while anyone pulled back the skin on his penis and lanced around the head leaving him  bloody and in pain and in hysterics. We asked about the blood. He was very honest with us and said it would be a very bloody job. No! Final answer is No!

They gave Steven 10ml of 100mg/5ml of Motrin and within 10 minutes he was pain free and very nearly his old self again. He went to sleep for the first time all day. Ate his supper and played until bedtime. We went to bed at 8:30. I was exhausted.

At 10:30 last night he was so irritated he couldn't stand to keep a diaper on. We padded the bed with towels and managed to make it through the night with no wet sheets. I took a tea towel and draped it over him after he went to sleep just incase it let loose and went straight up like a fount. He woke once and we gave him another dosage of Motrin. Then he slept fitfully through the night.

He woke at 6am this morning in a rather good mood. I had the Motrin and a drink by the bed especially for when he woke. He took the meds and drank from his cup. He also had another erection. The tears in the skin have a dicharge so I have to watch and bath him frequently to prevent infection.

You don't want to go through this stage. Seriously. You don't. This is hurting me beyond anything I can even express to you. It is normal. It is nature doing its thing. Not every uncrircumsized boy goes through this but many do. It is sort of a male rite of passge at this age.

I could just cry. He is red and bruised and raw. The minute he urinates the diaper has to come off because it sets him on fire. He is walking a bit stiff legged and at times bow legged.

I am now wondering if 15 minutes at two days old and being circumsized vs. what is happening now it had been known by me fully would I have chosen the same path? I know it is stupid to second guess myself but honestly no one told me this would happen like this. Initially the pediatrician made it sound like pin prick breaks in skin over time is the norm. Obviously it is not. His penis is swollen to twice its normal size. It is red with streaks of blue in the skin. The torn wound is beginning to have that whitish oozy discharge that is the start of a scab forming but you know this wet skin won't scab so I have to ease back the skin a little and rinse it with water. It makes me shake to have to do it.

My son is in pain. His penis is torn and healing. My heart is hurting. No one told me about this part and it has made me very angry that I wasn't prepared for this part of being a mother to an uncircumsized little boy.

 

UPDATE

I wrote this last night when I was tired and still upset. I need to add a few more things here.

Most little boys are born with adhesions - that means the foreskin is stuck to the head of their penis (on the tip end not behind the glans on the shaft). Because so many little boys are circumsized most mothers don't even know their son had adhesions. It was cut away when the doctor did the circumcision.

About 50% of little boys who are uncircumsized do have adhesions. They begin to break away in infancy and often it is no more noticable than a few pin pricks over a year or more period of time.

Steven happens to be one of the little boys who never had much breakage in infancy and his physical development and current recurring erections have cause the adhesions to break all at once. Talk to English/European mothers and doctors, in places where boys do not normally get circumsized you find this common. It is fairly routine. The idea is to treat the pain, keep it clean and in about a week all is fine.

Let me say again - Not every uncircumsized boy goes through this but many do.

Hearing from several of you that have gone through this has made me relax and has eased my stress. Steven is swollen and a little bruised. He vwalks a little straddle legged and going diaper less is an option for me. I don't mind mopping the floor if he urinates before I can catch it.

I am still having a problem with having to ease back the foreskin and rinse it off when he does go potty. It is swollen and bruised (that's the bluish streak around it). My poor little fella.

But he is fine. I have given him Motrin. He has splashed in a bath for over an hour this morning. I have put neosporin cream all in the tip area and coated the outside with A&D ointment to keep the sting at bay should a drop of urine get on that delicate skin. He will occassionally hold that area and tell you ouchy but I think the Motrin has done alot for him compared to yesterday afternoon before we saw the doctor.

At this moment he is standing at the back door looking out of the screen and talking to the cat.

What can I say? Kids are resilient. Little boys are hardy.

Want to hear what I hear every morning?

Cool, huh?

Please pardon the quality of the video, it is grainy. The small digital camera takes a quick film clip but when it is uploaded and changed from one format to another the picture quality really bites it. I am going to use the videa camera and try to get a better film later today.

When I left Georgia and came to Virginia I had to get rid of my flock. That was hard. I loved my chickens but I loved Steve more and so I moved up here and married him. I am the lucky one.

It has been four years since beginning this new adventure and just this year I have been able to begin building another flock of hens.

This spring when I got chicks from McMurray I ordered a few of several breeds. I wanted to remind myself what it was I liked and didn't like in certain birds. Buff Orpingtons have long been a favorite but for some reason I am just not in a BO raising mood up here -although I do have four pullets now. I love BIG birds. I don't like bantums and I don't like fru fru chickens either. No real particular reason why other than I just prefer the bigger breeds.

If it were possible to raise roosters without mayhem in the coop I would in a heart beat. I love those guys! I have 3 rooms for chickens in my barns and I don't think Steve would build me runs for every breed I take a fancy to.

I thought I would show you two of my favorite boys that I have now.

This is Buster. He is a Barred Plymouth Rock.

This is Laf (as in Lafayette, Marquis De La). He is a Cuckoo Maran.

They are pretty big boys at 19 weeks, suprisingly large to me. I guess it shows how well they eat.

I can't wait to see how their tails feather out. It is so exciting to watch them grow! I especially like the way the red of their combs and wattles really stands out against their black and white barring.

Both are pet quality and nothing special for the breed. I raised them and I love them and so that makes them super duper in my book.

So now can you point out the differences in the roosters? Can you see what characteristics mark them for one particular breed or another?

It is very easy to confuse a barred plymouth rock, a cuckoo maran or a dominique - unless you know what to look for.

I'll help you out.

First, look at their combs. Both have a single comb. So obviously they are not a Dominique which has a rose comb (but in a few cases can have a single comb).

Second, look at their legs. Barred Rocks have yellow legs. Cuckoo Marans have white legs. You can see the leg color follows through with the beak.

Thirdly, look at the pattern (or barring) of the feathers. The barred rock has a more consistant pattern whereas the cuckoo maran has a 'cuckoo' or irregular pattern.

Forth, typically cuckoo marans are much lighter in color, especially when compared to the hens of the same breed.

Learning to identify the different breeds isn't hard if you are interested in learning. It really isn't much differnt than someone looking at a dog and quickly being able to identify the breeding. When something strikes your interest it is easy to learn about them.

I don't know how to take the photos so that you get a true idea of the size of these two roosters. When they straighten their necks out to crow they are somewhere around 2 foot tall. When you pick them up and tuck them under your arm it is like carrying a basket ball. At 19 weeks they weigh in at around 8lbs or more each. I love watching and noting the changes in their growth. They won't be at full size until around two years old. They will go through one or two molts in his first year but then when they feather out they are going to look incredible.

While these roosters are docile and gentle to us now as they age it is possible for them to become aggressive. Roosters are preprogramed by nature to act and react, to protect their flock and their territory. They do learn some behavior but it isn't always possible to condition the birds. Natural temperment plays a big roll. These birds can seriously hurt a human, even a human that feeds and cares for them. It is the equivalent of a bull or a stallion or a hog or a male guard dog. My birds seem to know that we are the head roosters and so far they treat us that way. The hens squat by us indicating they are ready for mating - it is their submission to us - which is a good thing.

We watch carefully when the children, especially Steven, are out in the coop with us. He can quickly become a target of the birds. They could seriously injure him and then I would have to kill them all (the roosters). You can't train it out of them when they decide to make one thing their target.

It is also nearing the time when all of the extra roosters have to be culled. Only one rooster to a hen house and I am lucky that I have such a big place and can have several hen houses therefor several roosters. We had a bit of a shake up in the coop yesterday. I'll be telling you about it later. The pecking order has changed and will change again.

I am curious to see who comes out on top as the king of the hen house.

Friday morning at 8am I got a phone call.

"Hello."

"This is Chris. I have a box over here for you, Angie."

"I'm coming right now."

Hang up the phone.

Throw off my pj's and dig for my shorts and shirt. (Still hot here. WTH?)

I am out of the door and down the driveway as fast as my feet will take me. Looking both ways I cross at the corner and hurry over to the tiny clapboard building that was once a little store. Two minutes later I am following the same path back to my house and straight into my kitchen.

It is a very noisy box and it moves around and shakes. I grab the scissors and cut the bands on the box. Carefully raising the lid to assess the contents I peak inside.

Instantly all attention is on me. The noise gets much louder. One by one I take them each out of the shipping box and dip their beaks into water with a vitamin added to give them a good boost.

They can live 72 hours off the last of the yolk they absorb just before hatching (some even hatch and spend a day or so with the yolk sac on the outside of their body and it slowly absorbs and closes off much like a belly button).

So each chick gets its beak dipped into nutrient rich water so that they instantly learn to drink. This is the first drink they have had in their young one day and a half old life. It takes about 5 minutes or less and each on is then running around and drinking freely by themselves. I ordered 25 and the hatchery sent me 27. They are good like that. The hatcheries always add a couple extra just to be sure you have a full order. Often times in the cooler months they add more to accomodate more warmth for the benefit of the chicks. Last spring when I ordered I was sent 7 extra - always roosters - for extra warmth for the chicks. Roosters are considered expendable to a certain extent in the hatchery and egg business. You don't need a rooster for eggs. You need a rooster to make chicks.

They are fluffy, healthy and very active. Their eyes are bright. They peep very loudly. The climb right over the top of one another with little reguard to get to where they want to go. They hundle together when cold for warmth.

I gave them time to have a good long drink and to stretch their legs while I set up an old pack and play I picked up at the junk shop. I lined it with a nice soft bedding of pine shavings (not cedar bedding, the oils from cedar are poison to chickens).

I then put down one layer of paper towels over the shavings. Chicks have to learn to walk and carry themselves so that the materials used should not be slippery. Newspaper is too slick and the shaving while needed can cause some problems with weaker chicks. The effect is called spraddle leg.

I have never had this happen to me. I just put down the paper towels so that I can better gage how much they are pooping  the first day. Chicks can very easily eat bits of shaving and block themselves up - it's a pasty butt and can be very serious. So I watch the pooping and check their butts for the first few days. Fun huh? LOL

In general healthy chicks don't give you any problems. There are at times the occassional less than healthy chick, while some find it cruel, the humane thing to do is to end it quickly and be done instead of letting a sickly chick suffer and muddle on until nature ends it for you. There are illnesses that just cannot be fixed. There are defects in their physical development that cannot be fixed. Sickly or injured or chicks with birth defects quickly become a target of the healthy bunch. It is natures own way. Natural selection. Survival of the fittest. Raising livestock comes with its own set of rules that pet lovers often can't understand. You do no favors when a chicken is left to the demise of the flock. Chickens are like raptors. They will pick and peck and tear until there is nothing left but a bloody, poorly feathered carcass. And, yes, if left to their own devises chicken will eat another chicken. Chickens are meat eaters. Any kind of meat. Even each other. That is why tending your flock and making sure theyhave plenty to eat and drink and lots of space to run around in is very important.

OK - moving on before you all get depressed -

Here is a brief clip of the sites and sounds of new chicks.

 

 

 

These chicks came from McMurray hatchery. They are jumbo cornish x rock (reads as cornish cross rocks) which is a cross bred chicken of a white cornish rooster and a white plymouth rock hen. They have been bred to produce a bigger breasted and more meat to bone ratio bird. They are powerhouse eaters and will lieterally eat themselves to death if given the opportunity. They do not recieve free choice feed 24/7. They are fed as much as they can eat during the day but the food is taken away at night. They do have plenty of water and can drink all they want 24 hours a day.

These birds will grow quickly. Far quicker than anything in my barn. In 8 - 10 weeks these chicks will be 4 - 6 lbs full size birds ready for processing and to be put int he freezer. Rememer we live on a small working farm. Livestock is a food source not pets. These chicks will not live much past 3 or 4 months at the best. Their grow so very fast to produce the best possible food that their legs are generally weak and their hearts cannot support them and give out. They are very easily stressed and will have a heart attack and pass away quickly. That is not to say that there are not chicks that have survived will past the 3 or 4 month stage. It is just not common.

These chickens have a purpose. While they are here they will have a very good life. They will be well fed and well cared for. They will have sunshine and fresh air and will walk in the grass. They will know what it is like know sunrise and sunset. They will live out a very natural life.

For those who are offended by this and prefer chicken from the grocery commonly labled purdue or tyson - those animals lived a pitiful existance and often where abused before making it to your table. Most Americans are too far removed form their food sources that they have lost respect for the animal that gave its life for their dinner.

These chickens will exceed the USDA term labled as 'organic' or 'free range'. I cannot lable and sell my chickens using those names because I am not certified by the USDA but you should know that those words do not mean all they they imply.

Now don't get all riled up with me, this is just a very general explanation. The details are a bit more complicated even the different agencies within the  the Dept of Agriculture (USDA) can't get their act together and decide amongst themselves all of the specifics.

Commercial 'organic' means generally that the chickens were raised with only 'organic' labled feed and had not been injected with antibiotics nor eaten medicated feeds. The feed to be organic had to come from fields not sprayed with chemical fertilizers or pesticides.

Small farm 'organic' means the chickens where raised in a barn built with out any pressure treated wood, the feed is not just a commercial feed but supplemented with fresh yogurt, grains, meal worms, bugs, vegetables, etc. created without the use of pesticides. The chickens also are not exposed to antibiotics or other drugs. They come and go in their house and run (a combination of which is called the 'coop').

 Commercial 'free-range' means the chickens were not in cages. They could move around freely at will and come and go as they desired. It doesn't mean they ever see the light of day. They spend their short life span inside a warehouse where the lights, water and feeding is all automated and they never set foot outside under the morning sun. Cage-free doesn't mean all that the grocery store lable implies either. They don't go to roost at sunset. Generally their life is in a building with humans controlling the elements. They have most likely never seen a bug much less eaten natural proteins outside of those given by the commercial feeders. Remember chickens are meat eaters. Remains are processed into feed and fed right back to the chickens.

Small farm 'free- range' means the chickens had access to the outdoors. They were pasture fed. The foraged daily for grass and bugs and breathed in the sunshine and fresh air. They come and go as they please. They roost and crow and scratch and peck.  The fields where they are raised have not been processed with fertilizer and other chemicals.

 So you see the government has taken words which mean one thing to the consumer and used them to lable food stocks that really do not meat meet the standards of those words.

My chickens exceed the USDA standard. They wouldn't qualify for the USDA lable 'organic' and 'free-range'. I don't need a lable or to pay the government outrageous amount of money for the lable. Chickens that are pasture fed and eat bugs are not considered organic but umm, that's what chickens do by natural - naturally, as nature intended. See a problem here?

Just to give you a better idea of the difference of egg quality- store bought eggs, even those labled organic are usually sunshine yellow or yellowish-orange. Small farm chickens that have a wide variety diet, that eat bugs and grass have deep dark orange yolks that store bought 'organic' eggs can't even begin to compare to. Do you know that chickens can be fed certain feeds to make the yolks appear more orange - like food coloring instead of the yolks being naturally more protein filled and orange?

So, all of this rambling to say - don't fret over my little chicks. They have a far better life here with me than they ever would have living over at the tyson and purdue farms. I feed them. I hold them. I see to their every need. I respect the purpose their life has and do not take it for granted for one instant.

Tomorrow I want to show you my most favorite roosters. Stay tuned for Rooster 101 on Home Grown TV!

The chimney sweep is coming this morning to clean my fireplace and chimney as well as the stove pipes on my wood stove. It will be a busy morning here at Home Grown Central because I am also doing laundry, makingtomato preserves, drying thyme and stringing/drying peppers. Plus I have Steven to keep out from under the workmen's feet.

This is also the perfect time for me to remind you that if you have not done so in the last season since using your fireplace, wood heater, or woodburning stove you MUST get your chimney and stove pipes inspected and cleaned by a licensed chimney sweep. Not only is the safety of your family at risk so is the basic health. We do not want any chimney fires nor house fires this fall and winter. We also do not want to read of carbon monoxide poisoning. Carbonmonoxide is an oderless, colorless, tasteless gas given off during combustion. It will cause you to fall asleep and you will die in a room.house saturated with it. If you don't already have a fire alarm/smoke detector go get one TODAY! While you are at it pick up one for carbonmonoxide, too. It is always better to be safe than to be sorry. Most accidents inthe home can be prevented! So can forest fires. Ask Smokey The Bear.

Mary had asked to see the 'kitties' we have been capturing and taking to the shelter. Here are a few for your veiwing pleasure. I forgot to take photos of some of them before shipping them off to a new home and a new life.

One of the kittens was solid black. The girl at the shelter said it would be kept locked away in a very safe place now that it is Ocotober and halloween lunatics are running around free and loose in the world amongst us common folks.

Did you know that most shelters have a policy that no black cats are allowed to be adopted coming up on such an event? I don't have to tell you this world is running amuck with sick-o's. I am not a fan of cats but I don't like the idea of them being mistreated.

I am trying to get as much of my work done as possible before sun up this morning. I feel so rushed! I am expecting my chicks to be delivered this morning. A box full of fluffy cheepers. It'll be almost like Easter around here. :)

This weekend Steve and I have plans to cut a few more loads of firewood. We have to begin to close down the pool. It is filling with leaves already. The drought is ushering fall in a little faster than normal.

I have stopped adding chemicals to the pool and have been watching for frogs to begin swimming in there. If frogs can live in it the clorine has dissipated and we can use some of the water on my garden. Recycle! Reuse! Reduce! We seriously need some rain. When we pull down the pool to over half full II'll go back to dumping in the chemicals to make the water chrystal clear. Then we'll blow out the lines, shut down the pumps and put the cover on it.

Work, work, work. Always something to do.

We also have some work we need to do on the koi pond. The fish are nice and lovely to watch but man I am getting tired of all of the taking care of things around here. I need a helper, a yardman, somebody - anybody - to come help.

I think I am rambling this morning. The coffee is hot and I am enjoying the first cup of the day. It is humid right now. The windows are up and the air is very cool but it is damp moist cool air that makes your skin feel a bit yucky. I don't like that feeling. Especially when it is heavy enough to make the floors feel sticky. Double Yuck. The floors are clean but the wax makes them feel sticky-ish.

Here is something else we caught in the Stray Cat Round-Up 2007.  It is a nasty ol' possum.

Given a chance this thing would eat the heads and innards of every chicken I have and then come back looking to see if there were any eggs he could sink those needle like teeth into.

They are a vicious little creature. They hiss and try to bite you through the wire cage.

Their claws are also a bit oogie to me. They look like hands. Five toes that look like four fingers and a thumb. It is not really a thumb but it looks like it is.

It makes me shiver. I do not like to encounter these scurrying little beasts that roam around at night looking for something to eat.

There is a hunting season for possums.

Don't tell Steve. He'll likely turn into Jed Clampet.

I am not Granny and we won't be serving anything like this on the fancy dining table this fall. Ewww.

So, I'll leave you with that thought for the weekend. LOL :)

It is that time of year again when I begin to put together my Christmas baskets.

This is what I have so far -

Pepper Jelly

Crabapple Jelly

Dried Rosemary

Dried Thyme

Dried Mint

Dried Parsley

Crushed dried red chili peppers

Black walnuts (from our trees)

A homemade ornament - as of yet unknown

Maybe some homemade beer

If the chickens are laying there will be a gift box of fresh organic eggs

The goats should still be making milk and there might also be quarts of homemade yogurt

Also homemade cheese

I am also thinking about a loaf of fresh crusty bread

I have no idea what else

Any ideas?

Would you like to have some if not all of the above in a nice pretty basket during the holidays?

I am all about the homemade gifts. I know some people will call us cheap and feel slighted but those are the people who have no idea the efforts it takes to make things from scratch with them in mind.

Now, fill up my comments with ideas and suggestions.

Please.

And thank you.

First of all you may be wondering what the heck is a crabapple. A crabapple is a wild or cultivated variety of tree that are relatives of apple trees but produce a small sour fruit.

The blossoms on the trees look like normal apples blossoms and they come in various shades of white and pink. I am partial to the pink flowering trees.

Up here in Virginia the crabapple trees are different from the crabapples trees I had in Georgia. My old crabapple tree (still standing today) was about 40 years old (maybe older when I was a kid) and is at least 80 years old now. It produces a white flower and looks like a wonderful snowball tree in spring when it is all in bloom. The fruit from this tree was yellowish skinned with white flesh and being about the size and shape of a golf ball. The bees and wasps and yellow jackets loved that tree in the late summer and fall. As a kid would pick the fruits and nibble at them. My mother would fuss and tell us we would get a 'belly ache' but we never did. She never made us jelly from those crab apples either. One year before we moved from the old house I did make a very small batch of jelly and it was devine.

The crabapples trees that are popular here in Virginia give a very small fruit. About the size of a cherry, in some cases smaller. People plant the trees for their lovely blossoms and shade but often turn up their noses at the fruit as if they can't be bothered with the lowly sour apple cousins. I have three crabapples. Two of them flank my path to the koi pond and one is deeply root on the far side of the pond. The two standing century produce a yellowish fruit and they ripen and soften quickly in spring and fall off. The other tree blooms in lovely pink flowers that soon give way to deep pink fruits that hang in clusters very much like cherries. They are ripening now on my tree and the color is gorgeous.

So what does Martha have to do with crabapples? Martha has something to do with everything it seems but this one is in particular a funny story. If you remember when Martha was a guest of the penal system in West Virginia she got in trouble for harvesting and making crabapple jelly for the other inmates. I think the warden was an ass about the whole thing and Martha was ever Martha by taking sour old crabapples and turning them into sweet jelly. You know that old line "When life hands you lemons?" try this one instead, "When life hands you crabapples - Make jelly." Martha did.

 So how does oe make jelly out of sour old crabapples? (Isn't that a great name for sour fruits? Crabapples!)

Crabapple jelly is very simple to make. Pretty much all jely is easy to make. Jelly is the thickened, sweetened, juice of the fruit. Jam is the thickened, sweetened juice and pulp from fruit. Both are easy and now days can be made nearly fool proof.

First - get yourself some small canning jars with bands and brand spanking new lids. Do NOT try to use old lids! Send the bands and the jars through the dishwasher to wash and dry on a high heat cycle. This sterilizes the jars for you. Don't open the dishwasher until you need the jars. If you do not have a dishwasher hand wash the jars in hot soapy water. Rinse well. Place in a pot of boiling water and let the boil until you need them. In a smaller pot of simmering water place the new lids that you have washed in it and leave them until you need them.

Second - Pick your crabapples. Wash them well, removing all stems and inspecting for damaged fruit. Place them in a stock pot and add just enough water to barely cover the top. Bring to a boil and simmer the fruits until soft.

For jelly - strain off the juice using a colander. Then strain that juice through muslin or cheesecloth to get the pure pulp free liquid. For every cup of liquid add 1 cup of sugar. Then add 1 extra cup of sugar -just in case. Put the mixture back into a clean pot making sure all of the sugar is dissolved before it comes to a boil. Boil for about 2 minutes. Stirring well add one box of pectin (Sure Jel is the brand I use). Continue stirring for about 2 minutes and remove from heat. If any foam has formed on the top spoon this off.

 For jam - strain off the juice using a colander. You will have juice and some pulp particles. For every cup of liquid and pulp add 1 cup of sugar. Then add 1 extra cup of sugar - just in case. Put the mixture back into a clean pot making sure all of the sugar is dissolved before it comes to a boil. Boil for about 2 minutes. Stirring well add one box of pectin (Sure Jel is the brand I use). Continue stirring for about 2 minutes and remove from heat. If any foam or scum has formed on the top spoon this off.

Third remove your jars from the dishwasher or your pot of boiling water. Make sure your hands are clean and do not grab the jars by the lip or let your fingers touch the inside. You want to them as sterile as possible.

Pour the jelly/jam into the jars leaving about one quarter inch of space  at the top of the jar. If the lip of the jar has any jelly/jam dripped on it use a clean hot cloth to wipe it clean.

Take one of your lids from the simmering water and place it on the jar making sure you do not handle the inner side. Remember clean clean clean is the key to good canning.

Place a band ring on the jar and screw it down tight.

I have seen many people take a jar and place it upside down and when it cools they turn the jars over and check for sealing.

PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS!

Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!

Not all things will seal properly. Even though the sugar content is high you could poison yourself or your family! If you can this way you are very lucky to have never gotten sick.

To properly can jelly/jam from sugared fruit:

In a large pot of boiling water place the jars right side up making sure there is about 2 inches of water over the tops of the jars. Boil for 15 minutes.

Remove jars. Place them on a clean towel on the counter top or table and allow them to cool naturally. You will hear the pop of the lids as they vacuum seal themselves.

Once the jars are completely cooled check to be sure each one is sealed. You can hold it up and look across the lid and see a small dimple. You can feel the slight dent in the lid.

If you do not see or feel the jar lid dimple it probably is not sealed properly. The lid is faulty and needs to be replaced. Remove the band and old lid. Heat a new lid. Make sure the lip of the jar is clean. Apply a new lid. Screw on the band tightly and process in boiling water again.

 Put your jelly/jam on a shelf and leave it sit for a few weeks. This aging lets the flavor develop. When I can in the summer I make the kids wait until late fall when the weather is cold before opening jelly/jam/preserves.

This process I have described above is often refered to as water bath canning. It is done only to very high acidic food stocks. It is used mostly for jam, jelly, preserves, marmaladies, etc - things with a very high sugar content because nothing can live and grow in that kind of environment. It is also used for things that are pickled. Nothing lives in vinegar very well either. Not everything can be canned in this manner.

NEVER TRY TO CAN GARLIC OR MEATS IN THIS MANNER.

Garlic, meats, and most vegetables must be canned using a pressure canner. It is the only way to be sure germs are killed inside the jar. A simple water bath process will not do the job. This is how people poison their families.

I don't want to put a damper on anyone's jelly/jam making. The process is easy and not dangerous at all. But I don't want anyone to think that this method can be used for anything and everything and something horrid happen simply because a novice did not know.

Go out and buy yourself the Ball Blue Book for canning. It has tons of recipes and the processes for canning almost any kind of food you can imagine.

If your budget is short or you are very frugal call your local extension office (you know, the people who sponsor 4H for kids). They have tons of information printed that you can have for free. They are being paid with your hard earned tax dollars so put them to work for you.

If you happen to run across an old pressure canner at a yard sale or estate sale. Grab it up and take it home. You just saved yourself about two hundred dollars. The county extension office also is able to test the pressure on your canner and set it properly for you. Or point you in the direction of purchasing a new seal or pressure gage. I love my pressure cooker and canner. I use them all the time.

Happy canning!

That is exactly what we did this weekend.

Steve and I spent the better part of saturday morning working on firewood. Steve used his chainsaw to cut the trees in stove size lengths and I used a wedge and maul to split them into 6 or 8 pieces. I really thought my arms would be super tired and sore the next day. They weren't but my back was a bit stiff.

The wood was then loaded onto the truck and we brought it home where we then unloaded and stacked it for our winter use. We did this with three truckloads and a trailer load. Talk about a lot of work but we managed to do it in a matter of three and a half hours.

Steve and our neighbor think I am a slave driver. I just like to set a task and get it done before dark. You know? Men will stand around and talk, cut a bit and talk and then ponder a little more before getting back to work. Not me. Shut up and get to work is my motto.

We plan to do it all over again this saturday for the full day. Last weekend we knocked off at 2pm because we were meeting Steve's parents for dinner. This time no early days. We work until our arms give out.

We heat our house with a woodstove and stove insert in our fireplace.We use about 4 cords or more during the winter. We must get that much stockpiled. The wood we have been cutting and hauling is from dead dried trees that were felled and left to sit over a season. We cut and split and haul it home. We have 2 areas in our barn where we stack wood then we have a few places out under the back trees where we stack it to sit and season. We cover those piles with a tarp to help keep it dry.

Yes, I am a slave driving task master.

Saturday night we had to stop at target for a couple of things and Steven grabbed hold of this chainsaw in the toy isle and wouldn't let it go. He has been cutting wood since.

Sorry about the photo quality. This was taken in low light with Steve's cell phone. 

I often get questions and requests either in comments or by email about certain journal subjects or something that is a spin off from those. I used to keep a running list of topics to write about and questions to answer but that got tedious and often I wasn't in the mood to write on a specific subject. I am trying to get better about getting back to you all on such issues as you have made a point of asking me.

Tomorrow I am going to tackle one of the most recent, crabapples and jelly.

If you have a request leave it in the comments section and I'll see what I can do about it.

Now I have to go finish the quarterly reports for the local food bank. Fun, fun, fun.

For those who have been asking about my silly goats - They are awesome!

Lilah is sweet and gentle and loving. She is a funny girl and often looks like she needs to fresh her lipstick. We will be breeding Lilah this fall. Most likely to a nubian buck.

Violet, Lilah's baby. Skittish best describes her.

Cindy is a stubborn girl. Actually she is a bad tempered b!tch of a goat.

Penny, Cindy's baby. Sweet girl. Friendly.

Bonnie, Cindy's other baby. Not the smartest cookie in the bunch. Often gets left behind and stands alone crying if separated.

Wattles. Cute and curious. Likes to climb and be scratched.

The babies taking their photo op.