I officially started my new job as a Massage Therapy Instructor at a local college (about an hour away) on Monday. It came with a rigorous schedule- complete with a just about daily wake-up time of 5:00 am (for those of you unfamiliar with those wee hours of the morning, that is about an hour or so PRIOR TO sunrise). Mondays & Wednesdays, I teach 4 classes that are spread throughout the day beginning at 8:00 am and ending at 9:20 pm. Grueling. On the bright side, it does give me time for office hours with the students as well as time for planning, organizing and administrating my classes and creating lesson plans. Tuesdays & Thursdays, I only teach one class from 12:30pm-2:20 pm- then home. I also have the occasional 5 hour shift of supervising the clinic, after which I "Take one for the team" and get a student massage (it's a dirty job, but I do it because I am a team player). In truth, the student massages are relaxing and it gives me the opportunity for some 1-on-1 time with the students. During the massage, I can asses their competency and give pointers, tips, tricks and general advice that lecturing in front of a class simply can not provide.
I LOVE being a positive influence on so many aspiring LMTs. I love the opportunity to help them succeed in the field of Massage Therapy and inspire them as human beings to see life in a new light. That being said, it's a challenging schedule to acclimate to. Not impossible… just unfamiliar. Learning the layout of campus has had me walking no less than 2 miles daily, just trying to find things like which class I'm supposed to be in, where the administrative offices are, where do I get my attendance records, etc. There's an additional physical strain because, for the past week, I have been carrying bags of books, my purse (which is NOT tiny), and my laptop briefcase with me to each class. Occasionally, I lock my purse up and go on without it. So, this past week has been draining-physically, mentally, emotionally, & spiritually. When I got home Friday after my clinic shift, the entire week's exhaustive efforts hit me all at once & I PTFO'd on the couch for an hour or so. When I went to bed that night, I luxuriated in the realization that I could sleep in on Saturday morning…
Saturday morning came all too soon, ushered in by my Darling Husband- whom I had repeatedly and unsuccessfully tried to wake during the week to spend the morning with me before I headed off to work for the day- awoke at 4:00 am (for those of you keeping track, that is more then TWO hours before the sun comes up). Unable to get back to sleep, he decided to make breakfast… for the both of us. By 6:00 am, he had managed to finish breakfast and rip me from our warm, comfortable, calling-to-me bed and had me sitting in the kitchen, eating a scrumptious breakfast of cheese grits, eggs and bacon.. and coffee (strong with a chance of death- just the way he likes it). It was a wonderfully sweet gesture on his part… but something inside me railed against the notion that I had been torn from sleep on one of the few opportunities I'd had to catch some much needed rest to recover from my week. The injustice! However, I ate most of my breakfast, enjoying his company and asked him what was on his agenda today. Do you know what he said??? He was going to go back to sleep!!! Here I was, my only sleep-in day stolen from me, with the assistance of coffee & breakfast I was awake for the day… and he was going to go back to sleep!
Note: he DID NOT go back to sleep, and not because of any death threats I may have imagined... he stayed up with me, surfing the web for news, as is his morning custom... Ha HA! He's awake for the day, too!
About the title: I have developed a habit of letting the cats out just before I head to work. It's still a bit dark-ish, usually and they are more than anxious to get out & start their days of hunting, climbing and other kitty adventures. They have quickly realized that they can go out early if I am up early, which they now try to facilitate by jumping on my head, back, chest etc. purring loudly and kneading whatever they don't get pushed off of. This morning, when I- bleary eyed- stumbled into the kitchen, I mentioned that the cats needed to go out. Hubby let them out while I found my way to the breakfast table. After breakfast, we mozied on over to the couch so we could comfortably use our laptops for our tasks at hand. Our windows are open to allow the breeze to cool the house since the blazing heat of summer is almost gone. Not long after we sat down, we heard a bird sound, followed by a cat sound and then no more bird sound... Our little hunters. :)
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
One year ago today...
We packed up the last load of our stuff into 2 sedans and, with 3 cats in tow, we set off for our new life on the farm. We had no idea what we were doing, but we were looking forward to the adventure of a lifetime!
We had set some short term goals:
These things were set to be achieved within a year of moving here. As of yesterday (I know, down to the wire- right?!), all 3 have been achieved!
Through the year we have had our successes and failures thanks to family, friends, neighbors, fellow farmers, ACES Educational Resources, abnormal temperatures, animals (feral hogs rooting up & eating crops, deer eating my spring/summer veggies!), ignorance (Who knew some trees won't grow here despite what the people at Lowes or the Co-Op says?), drought (almost 2 months straight without rain), money problems (shoestring budget), insects (damned fire ants)... etc.
We had set some short term goals:
- Have a kitchen garden. (success with the winter garden, failure in spring/summer garden)
- Have livestock. (42 beautiful birds bouncing out of their bins)
- Have a truck. (found a 1984 Ford F150 in usable condition for $1000! Woot!)
These things were set to be achieved within a year of moving here. As of yesterday (I know, down to the wire- right?!), all 3 have been achieved!
Through the year we have had our successes and failures thanks to family, friends, neighbors, fellow farmers, ACES Educational Resources, abnormal temperatures, animals (feral hogs rooting up & eating crops, deer eating my spring/summer veggies!), ignorance (Who knew some trees won't grow here despite what the people at Lowes or the Co-Op says?), drought (almost 2 months straight without rain), money problems (shoestring budget), insects (damned fire ants)... etc.
- I'm halfway through my Master Gardener classes which should help me yield a better garden to harvest fresh produce from year-round!
- Our birds are just about ready to go outside. We just need to finish the coop/pen/shelter for them this weekend before our little jumpers get into trouble in the house.
- The truck needs some work, true... but it's nothing we can't handle. It's mostly personalization and getting it fit to do what we need around here.
Once I start working off-farm next week, the budget will be happier and we'll be able to do more around the place.
Our goals for year 2:
- Get cows
- Get Goats
- Get Sheep
- Solar panels or windmill for power (not a requirement, but would be nice!)
Now that we're more familiar with the farm and will have an increased budget, I'm sure that these goals can be attained with a bit more speed than last year's goals.
The Chickens Cometh...
After a week with our keets, watching them nearly double in size, the cats had finally forgiven us for adding a little noise to the house. As long as they stay in the bin, the cats are ok.
Friday morning, though, this time at 5:45 am, about 20 minutes after I woke up with an emergency bathroom visit (fast food is a no no!!), the phone screamed at us. Again, another early morning, pre-sun rise phone call from the US Government. This time, I was already awake and anxious to receive my chicks, so I answered the phone. The kind lady told me that my chicks were in and I could come and get them any time... but this time, "please come to the back door and ring the bell."
OH! Is THAT what we should have done last time?!?!?? Now I get it... Kinda makes sense now why the front office was locked last week. Eh, you live, you be a bit obnoxious, people will garner knowledge to educate you. It was our very first experience getting live animals through the USPS... we were mail order livestock virgins and no one told us what to do last week... can they blame us for not having a clue? I hope not... so, FYI, should you order chicks from a hatchery and get them delivered vis USPS, go to the back door and ring the bell! (My public service announcement for the month.) Much nicer people back there... that and they expect you & know what they are doing with the animals. But I digress...
We didn't hit warp speed going or coming home from the post office this time. Now we were seasoned veterans receiving our small animals in the mail...
Friday morning, though, this time at 5:45 am, about 20 minutes after I woke up with an emergency bathroom visit (fast food is a no no!!), the phone screamed at us. Again, another early morning, pre-sun rise phone call from the US Government. This time, I was already awake and anxious to receive my chicks, so I answered the phone. The kind lady told me that my chicks were in and I could come and get them any time... but this time, "please come to the back door and ring the bell."
OH! Is THAT what we should have done last time?!?!?? Now I get it... Kinda makes sense now why the front office was locked last week. Eh, you live, you be a bit obnoxious, people will garner knowledge to educate you. It was our very first experience getting live animals through the USPS... we were mail order livestock virgins and no one told us what to do last week... can they blame us for not having a clue? I hope not... so, FYI, should you order chicks from a hatchery and get them delivered vis USPS, go to the back door and ring the bell! (My public service announcement for the month.) Much nicer people back there... that and they expect you & know what they are doing with the animals. But I digress...
We didn't hit warp speed going or coming home from the post office this time. Now we were seasoned veterans receiving our small animals in the mail...
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| When we got them home, we again left the box on the floor in the kitchen for the cats to get familiar with the birds while we readied the brooding bin for them. |
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| Left: Light Yellow- Delawares, Tan-New Hampshires, Black- Black Australorps. Right: Solid Brown- Rhode Island Reds, Multicolored with stripe- Americaunas, Mulitcolored patches- Egyptian Fayoumis (free exotic chick) |
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| The Chick Brooder Bin |
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| Welcome home little chicks! |
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| Are you looking at me? |
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Two goals down, more to go!
When we moved here (9/22/10), we set a couple of goals.
The other goals... well... they took a great deal of resources, time and preparation. The truck had to be functional and <$2K... which has had us shopping around for almost a year now.
The livestock required capital to procure materials and make shelters, clear land for their use, put up fences, get feeders & waterers... In short, it would be no easy task... and one of the most time consuming.
I'm thrilled to say that, as of 9/10/11, we have accomplished goal #2: We got our first livestock!
It was a Saturday morning, about 5:30.. A.M... when we got the call. The caller ID said US Government. At 5:30 am, in that half-asleep haze of semi-consciousness, I thought that the US Government could go that special hell reserved for child molesters, rapists and people who talk in the theater. My husband, however, remembered that we were, indeed, expecting a call from the post office once our precious cargo arrived. So, I handed (read "drowsily tossed") the phone to him and he answered. The US Post Office told him that our live cargo had arrived & we could pick it up any time. Slowly, as the light screamed down my while hubby poked around in the clean laundry pile for suitable clothes, it dawned on me: THE GUINEA KEETS HAVE ARRIVED!!!
Hastily, I threw on some jeans, a shirt and some slip-on shoes, Hubby grabbed his keys, then I shut & locked the front door. Together, we jumped in the car and Hubby drove us to the Post Office post haste, both of us as anxious as new parents hi-tailing it to the hospital. Our Babies are here! Our Babies are here!!
We got to the Post Office faster than I thought humanly possible, parked the car and practically danced to the front door. Unfortunately, the front office at the post office doesn't open until 8:30 am. Looking at my phone, I was dismayed to see the current time: 6:00 am. How could they call us, wake us from our much needed sleep and then deny us access to our little fuzzy bundles of joy?? It just wasn't fair! It wasn't right! In the world of schedules and hours of operation, how could they call us & tell us to "come & get 'em" when they wouldn't allow it?? Just then, we noticed some movement behind the blinds in the window to the front office. A Person! A human being! Surely they would open the door if they knew we were standing there, shivering in the 55 degree morning. So we did what any self-respecting, well-mannered person would do... we pounded on the window until they came to the door to see what the hell was going on!
We explained that we had "gotten the call" and were there to pick up our animals. The brusque woman curtly, nodded, shut the door & sent someone else up to deal with us... that next person opened the door just enough to shove her hands and a box through it. Once we had the box, the door shut as the hands that had held the box retracted as though they were spring-loaded! We didn't much care because we were holding the beginnings of our flock! 16 cold, frightened French Guinea Keets chirping loudly through the cardboard box with slits in the side.
The ride home was a blur of street lights and staring at the cardboard, trying to imagine what these little noisy creatures could possibly look like. Once we arrived home, we were met by 4 curious furry faces whose ears peaked upon hearing the birds' cries. Since we were introducing these new elements to their home, too, we thought they should be introduced.
- Get a truck
- Get Livestock (Chickens, goats, cows, sheep, etc.)
- Have an active/productive vegetable garden
The other goals... well... they took a great deal of resources, time and preparation. The truck had to be functional and <$2K... which has had us shopping around for almost a year now.
The livestock required capital to procure materials and make shelters, clear land for their use, put up fences, get feeders & waterers... In short, it would be no easy task... and one of the most time consuming.
I'm thrilled to say that, as of 9/10/11, we have accomplished goal #2: We got our first livestock!
It was a Saturday morning, about 5:30.. A.M... when we got the call. The caller ID said US Government. At 5:30 am, in that half-asleep haze of semi-consciousness, I thought that the US Government could go that special hell reserved for child molesters, rapists and people who talk in the theater. My husband, however, remembered that we were, indeed, expecting a call from the post office once our precious cargo arrived. So, I handed (read "drowsily tossed") the phone to him and he answered. The US Post Office told him that our live cargo had arrived & we could pick it up any time. Slowly, as the light screamed down my while hubby poked around in the clean laundry pile for suitable clothes, it dawned on me: THE GUINEA KEETS HAVE ARRIVED!!!
Hastily, I threw on some jeans, a shirt and some slip-on shoes, Hubby grabbed his keys, then I shut & locked the front door. Together, we jumped in the car and Hubby drove us to the Post Office post haste, both of us as anxious as new parents hi-tailing it to the hospital. Our Babies are here! Our Babies are here!!
We got to the Post Office faster than I thought humanly possible, parked the car and practically danced to the front door. Unfortunately, the front office at the post office doesn't open until 8:30 am. Looking at my phone, I was dismayed to see the current time: 6:00 am. How could they call us, wake us from our much needed sleep and then deny us access to our little fuzzy bundles of joy?? It just wasn't fair! It wasn't right! In the world of schedules and hours of operation, how could they call us & tell us to "come & get 'em" when they wouldn't allow it?? Just then, we noticed some movement behind the blinds in the window to the front office. A Person! A human being! Surely they would open the door if they knew we were standing there, shivering in the 55 degree morning. So we did what any self-respecting, well-mannered person would do... we pounded on the window until they came to the door to see what the hell was going on!
We explained that we had "gotten the call" and were there to pick up our animals. The brusque woman curtly, nodded, shut the door & sent someone else up to deal with us... that next person opened the door just enough to shove her hands and a box through it. Once we had the box, the door shut as the hands that had held the box retracted as though they were spring-loaded! We didn't much care because we were holding the beginnings of our flock! 16 cold, frightened French Guinea Keets chirping loudly through the cardboard box with slits in the side.
The ride home was a blur of street lights and staring at the cardboard, trying to imagine what these little noisy creatures could possibly look like. Once we arrived home, we were met by 4 curious furry faces whose ears peaked upon hearing the birds' cries. Since we were introducing these new elements to their home, too, we thought they should be introduced.
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| We left the box on the floor in the kitchen. |
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| The cats were curious. |
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| They all got the chance to sniff the noisy box. |
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| Meanwhile, we set up the bin with pine flakes, water & feeder. |
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| Our dining room brooder set up. |
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| We opened the box... |
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| They were all huddled together in a corner for warmth. |
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| We put them in the bin under the heat lamp. |
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| Slowly, they started to warm up and explore. |
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| They eventually found their food... |
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| and water. |
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| They eventually all tuckered out... |
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| ...and passed out wherever they were. |
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| Sully was introduced & sniffed a Keet... not interested. |
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| Spike tried to get away from this voice with feet and feathers. |
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| KC would hear their chirps, look their way, and head the opposite direction. |
All in all, we love our French Guinea Keets! They are entertaining and happy... and so are we!
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Tabs! I found tabs!!!
Is it weird that I got excited because I found another way to add information to the blog?? Yeah, well... ok. So, now that I know how to add tabs, I'll be adding them as the farm grows. Just an FYI.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Whew! What a couple of weeks it has been!
Mondays are typically Make-stuff days (breads, jellies & jams, meals to be frozen, etc.). It is also a laundry & housekeeping day.
I've been tutoring a friend in computer literacy in weekly 3-ish hour Tuesday sessions. It's going well and she now has an understanding of how to organize files on a computer. To facilitate the class, my husband has set up a PC tower next to the coffee table and a HUGE behemoth of a monitor that must weigh a million pounds that we must lift to put on and eventually off the table for the instruction.
Wednesdays I've been attending a 4 hour Master Gardener class about 45 minutes away. It's great fun and I've been able to meet new people and network a bit on a social AND professional level. After only 3 classes, I can now understand why many of last year's gardening failures happened. ONly 9 more classes left and I hope to be in much better shape for this year's projects.
I've started volunteering at an agriculture museum about an hour away in order to earn the 50 hours required to be certified as a Master Gardener. I go back tomorrow and hope to have a friend join me in the coming weeks. It's informative and practical in that the education we are getting in class is actually being applied in a hand-on approach. It's hot and it's not the easiest work, but the guide is nice and it's a beautiful site with lots of history. That's 4 hours on Thursday mornings.
Friday is typically a catch-up at home day. We weed, mow, sow seeds, make things for the house, etc. Since we've ordered 40 birds (25 chickens and 15 guineas), we'll be building a brooder, chicken house, and, perhaps, a barn to house future cattle & other livestock. Then we shower & head to a friend's place to unwind, play cards and have lively discussions.
Saturday, we continue catching up and try to organize other projects on the farm.
Then there's Sunday... the "day of rest"... when we get up at 4am for the hog hunt. If we catch something, we go to a neighbor's place to butcher the beasts. If we do NOT catch something, we shower and go to church. Then back to weeding, mowing, clearing paths through the brush and building needed things for the farm.
Then we do it all over again...
You'd think we'd be dropping weight like crazy doing all this...
...apparently that's a slow process, too! LOL!
I've been tutoring a friend in computer literacy in weekly 3-ish hour Tuesday sessions. It's going well and she now has an understanding of how to organize files on a computer. To facilitate the class, my husband has set up a PC tower next to the coffee table and a HUGE behemoth of a monitor that must weigh a million pounds that we must lift to put on and eventually off the table for the instruction.
Wednesdays I've been attending a 4 hour Master Gardener class about 45 minutes away. It's great fun and I've been able to meet new people and network a bit on a social AND professional level. After only 3 classes, I can now understand why many of last year's gardening failures happened. ONly 9 more classes left and I hope to be in much better shape for this year's projects.
I've started volunteering at an agriculture museum about an hour away in order to earn the 50 hours required to be certified as a Master Gardener. I go back tomorrow and hope to have a friend join me in the coming weeks. It's informative and practical in that the education we are getting in class is actually being applied in a hand-on approach. It's hot and it's not the easiest work, but the guide is nice and it's a beautiful site with lots of history. That's 4 hours on Thursday mornings.
Friday is typically a catch-up at home day. We weed, mow, sow seeds, make things for the house, etc. Since we've ordered 40 birds (25 chickens and 15 guineas), we'll be building a brooder, chicken house, and, perhaps, a barn to house future cattle & other livestock. Then we shower & head to a friend's place to unwind, play cards and have lively discussions.
Saturday, we continue catching up and try to organize other projects on the farm.
Then there's Sunday... the "day of rest"... when we get up at 4am for the hog hunt. If we catch something, we go to a neighbor's place to butcher the beasts. If we do NOT catch something, we shower and go to church. Then back to weeding, mowing, clearing paths through the brush and building needed things for the farm.
Then we do it all over again...
You'd think we'd be dropping weight like crazy doing all this...
...apparently that's a slow process, too! LOL!
Friday, August 26, 2011
The Mower Works!!!! It Works! It does! It does!
Pardon my excitement, but....
After all the hullabaloo, Hubby got the mower deck to work. He spent a HUGE part of yesterday afternoon mowing down LOTS of thorny brush leading to the pond.
IT WORKS!!! YAY!
After all the hullabaloo, Hubby got the mower deck to work. He spent a HUGE part of yesterday afternoon mowing down LOTS of thorny brush leading to the pond.
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| Hubby's having a GREAT time now that he gets to mow the thorny brush! |
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| You can barely see him behind the overgrown thicket. |
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| The beginning path of cleared ground. |
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| Look how low the pond water has gotten. |
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| Nice... |
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| Even the kitties like the shorter greenery. |
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| Looks like it's manicured. |
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| Can you tell where he stopped for the day?? |
Making Hot Pepper Jelly
When I got back home this afternoon, I picked a bunch of Hot Peppers from the garden and decided to try my hand at making Hot Pepper Jelly.
As I'm typing this, the can lids are popping one-by-one as they cool. This lets me know that there is a good seal on them. YAY! I did it correctly! Now comes the hardest part: waiting for them to cool and set before I can taste it!
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| Today's harvest from my garden! |
I used the recipe for Easy Jalapeno Jelly out of a book called:
Ball Complete Book of Home Preserving: 400 delicious and creative recipes for today
Things I learned while in my 1st ever attempt to make Hot Pepper Jelly:
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It takes A LOT of peppers to equal 12 oz after you remove seeds and veins! |
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| When handling hot peppers, it is best to use rubber gloves in order to prevent the Capsaicin in the peppers from burning your skin. |
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THIS INCLUDES CLEANUP, not just while you are cutting, seeding & de-veining the peppers. |
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| When the instructions call for a "deep, stainless steel saucepan", what they mean is a "HUGE pasta pot". |
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| Apparently, upon boiling, the raging lava more than doubles in volume... |
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| ...and is likely to pour out of the saucepan all over your stove top with little to no warning. |
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| Food coloring is NOT required for hot pepper jelly, despite what the recipe calls for. Mine turned out a brilliant, fiery red/orange- perhaps a homage to the hot stuff within! |
- Unlike boiling water, when jelly splashes on you while boiling, it does not just drip off. Instead, it sticks to your skin like napalm and begins eating through the 1st couple layers of skin.
No matter how independent you believe yourself to be, this is NOT a 2 handed task. It really helped to have Hubby there to help out.
If you begin this task with any sinus congestion, it will be gone before the task is complete.
As I'm typing this, the can lids are popping one-by-one as they cool. This lets me know that there is a good seal on them. YAY! I did it correctly! Now comes the hardest part: waiting for them to cool and set before I can taste it!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Deer: Majestic or Menace
The day after we mowed the lawn, we had some unexpected guests enjoying the delectable new shoots of grass that had grown over night.
Remember now that these "Majestic" Creatures are the same varmints that ate all my lettuce last winter
They've eaten my lettuces, my tomatoes, my hot peppers... everything that wasn't covered or caged.
Now I ask you, are they rats with a larger profile and greater appetite or still "aww, look at the deer!"
In my opinion, I can't wait for hunting season so I can dine on some venison!
Remember now that these "Majestic" Creatures are the same varmints that ate all my lettuce last winter
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| The damned deer ate my red & head lettuce! |
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| Buttercrunch and Romaine Lettuces after planting... |
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| Overnight, the deer ate most of it! |
Now I ask you, are they rats with a larger profile and greater appetite or still "aww, look at the deer!"
In my opinion, I can't wait for hunting season so I can dine on some venison!
Our Solution to the Feral Hog Problem (Skip the pics if you have a weak stomach)
Feral Hogs are a HUGE pest to farmers and residents in the Southeast, including our property.
Not only have the hogs trampled this grassy area, they have destroyed the corn crop that the farmer who rents our land had planted this spring. As a result, we sought a solution. Our answer to this riddle was to form a hunting group. Every Sunday, Hubby and some guys from the area get together at daybreak to hunt the feral hogs. These boys bring their hunting dogs, rifles & shotguns and week after week, reduce the number of feral hogs in the area by at least 2-4 at a time.
Since I can not condone wasting the meat of these creatures, I have stepped in to help clean and butcher the beasts. The pictures below are not for the weak stomached out there, but portray our adventures in learning to live off the land!
Not a bad solution for a feral hog problem. The hog population has waned, but not for long. Soon the sows will birth a new generation of crop destroyers and menaces. Not to worry. We'll soon be short on pork.
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| This ground was growing up in wild grasses. |
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| Hogs have decimated this area and claimed it as their sleeping grounds. |
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| This is just one family group of hogs. There are many in the area. |
Since I can not condone wasting the meat of these creatures, I have stepped in to help clean and butcher the beasts. The pictures below are not for the weak stomached out there, but portray our adventures in learning to live off the land!
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| These are 3 of the 4 confirmed down. All sows. |
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| 1st step in cleaning the hogs was to remove the skin. |
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| Hubby's 1st kill! That's one eating machine that will not be wrecking our field or goring our neighbors or pets. |
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| Another day's harvest |
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| This boar is almost a year old. As it ages, these tusks can get several inches long and can penetrate skin down to the bone, or even sever the bone completely. |
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| Skinned carcasses |
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| These are supposed to be a delicacy. We weren't brave enough to try. I'll let you guess what they are. |
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| Seasonings for sausages |
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| Ground wild pork |
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| A freezer full of pork |
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| Breakfast Sausage all wrapped up |
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| Sicilian Sausage: meat & ingredients ready to mix. |
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| Other Sausage seasonings |
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| Mixing a 5 lb. batch |
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| Mixing one of 2 batches of feral hog sausage |
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| The packaging table... this was NOT a 1 person job. |
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| My mom and husband were integral in seasoning, mixing, partitioning and then packaging the sausage. |
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| Last 1/2 lb pack of sausage |
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| Great when combined with homemade biscuits... |
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| Gravy... |
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| and eggs! |
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| Pile one on top of the other... |
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| Cover with gravy & viola! A breakfast fit for a king! |
Not a bad solution for a feral hog problem. The hog population has waned, but not for long. Soon the sows will birth a new generation of crop destroyers and menaces. Not to worry. We'll soon be short on pork.
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