Editor’s note: this post was drafted and lost for a long time. It was found nearly five years later and published as a matter of record in it’s draft form. It’s not a finished product.
Our fake redcap (or real Americauna) chicken has started crowing in the last day or two. And in our humble opinion, it’s one of the funniest thing that has yet happened on the farm. Join us as we foray into video, turn up your speakers, and enjoy an awkward crow.
Now, a crow is an interesting thing, and we shouldn’t be overly harsh on the fake redcap. As we’ve seen before, Little Dick sure pulls an awkward face, too.
In fact, as most of the roosters were first starting to crow, they all looked . . . possessed. Their eyes bulge a little, they get a really planted stance. Their neck goes taut, the beak parts, and then . . . a sound that you wouldn’t think lungs that small could produce. And apparently a sound that they didn’t think they could produce either, judging by the looks on their faces.
So crow on, fake redcap! Nevermind that we’ve labelled you a fake.
Well, here we are at the end of the season. It’s been a great run, and it’s a little exciting to end on a snowcapped note.
The first snow of the season officially came on October 27, but the bigger guns were pulled out yesterday, on October 29. We got about six inches of snow, enough to flicker the power a few times but not cause any serious damage. Continue reading “Snowy close out”
Today we put together some brand new laying boxes for the hens. If you’ve got a similar eye to me, you’ll immediately notice that they’re just a little bit slanty. That’s because the two support beams were made from scrap wood, so they aren’t exactly the same height. Hopefully the hens won’t mind one or two degrees of incline. Continue reading “Somewhere to Lay”
It’s raining again today. Tropical storm Maria this time. She follows up tropical storm Lee, who followed hurricane Irene. Maria should be pretty calm, but the other two dropped about six inches of rain each on the farm. That’s a foot of rain in about two weeks. We made it through in one piece, but our neighboring communities were not so lucky. Continue reading “Flooding”
Bees are supposed to live in a hive. When they are not in the hive, it is generally safe to say that something bad has happened. They could have swarmed and left the hive. There could have been a disease. In this case, a bear happened. Continue reading “Disaster Strikes the Bees”
‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
‘To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
And whether pigs have wings.’
We’ll talk of many things today. The farm’s been busy, and this tardy post will cover melons, markets, and chickens all in one fell swoop. (Incidentally, has anyone ever done something in two fell swoops? Continue reading “Of markets and melons”
As promised, here’s the much-anticipated chicken update. First off, the current count: 23. We had 24 birds as of about a week ago, but we’ve recently gone down by one. We do know who’s gone: a silver pencilled rock rooster. We do not know how he disappeared. He’s either been eaten by something that wasn’t us, or (and this is my preferred theory) he’s gone feral and will eventually return with stories of fame, glory, and fortunes won and lost. Either way, it’s a shame that one of the better looking birds has gone missing.
In the picture above, you can see one of our fake campines, so called because they are not actually campines but convinced us that they were for the first many weeks of their feathered lives. Campines are fairly useful birds, scrawny but good layers. Modern game birds, their rather unimaginative real breed, were raised purely for their looks, making them some of the less-useful birds that we’ve got. Note the longer legs and slim body. If aliens were going to impersonate a barnyard animal and take over the world, it would probably be a modern game bird. We’re keeping an eye on them.
In the center/bottom of top picture is Little Dick, so named because of his resemblance to a certain former Vice President early on in his life. The pointed nose and close set eyes made him look like a long-lost feathered brother. He also picked on the other chicks quite a bit, so the name was a nice little double entendre. Little Dick’s one of the more attractive roosters, which will probably keep him off the chopping block for a bit.
Above Little Dick is the cochin, a Chinese breed which should be good and meaty. He’s got feathered legs, making it look like he’s wearing chaps when he gallops. Yes, gallops. He doesn’t seem quite capable of a normal chicken run, but he does seem terribly capable of being delicious.
I mentioned previously that there was some drama in the hen house, and this guy is the culprit. The cuckoo maran rooster has really taken over the joint. He patrols the roosts at night, making sure everyone’s in their spot, pecking at chickens that he thinks need to move. By day, he beats up on other troublemakers. If you hear *SQUAWKSQUAWK* during the day, it’s very probably this guy trying to maintain order by latching on to someone else’s neck.
The drama comes in around night time. The cuckoo maran has a penchant for kicking people out of the coop, namely the white polish rooster, who can be a little aggressive with the ladies. (I always visualize him running around a la Benny Hill.) The white polish has spent a number of nights outside the coop, either in various trees or under the deck.
(HEADS UP: Vegetarians should skip the rest of this and leave a comment on how cute the chickens are.)
The upside to the polish chicken drama is that it pretty quickly solved a conundrum that we were trying to solve: who gets eaten first? At first we thought the cuckoo maran should go, but then we realized he’s got the traits you want in a good rooster. Or at least we think so, with all of three months of chicken rearing experience under our belts. He keeps eyes on everyone, keeps the other roosters in line, and doesn’t hesitate to protect the hens. But he’s also gentle towards people.
So that leaves an obvious choice: the white polish. He’s got a crow that sounds more like a velociraptor screech, he is constantly in trouble, and the big white mop top makes him an easy target for something else to eat. We figure that means we should get to him first.
That wraps up this week’s chicken soap opera. If anyone’s got experience offing chickens, your advice would be welcome. If you would like to be around for the festivities this week, drop us a line. And if you’ve got any thoughts about whether the cuckoo maran’s behavior makes for a good rooster or a bad one, leave a comment and let us know.
Things happened this week. That much is pretty irrefutable. With regards to the farm, excellent things happened. Namely, produce is growing! In the picture above, you can see what we brought to market this week:
zucchini and yellow squash
basil (thai, lemon, and italian)
It’s really terribly exciting to have more coming out of the ground than just radishes, which had been the trend for the last two weeks. In addition to more produce, we also had 400% more customers than last week! We sold through about 75% of what we had by 10:30am, and by the end of the day we were left with just a few bunches of herbs. As the market runs until 1pm, we did a lot of explaining to people: “No, there’s more! Come back next week!” Chalk it up to the market having an ad in the paper this week.
In addition to more customers and more produce, we also had more cowbell more heat. That’s pretty good for a lot of things in the field, and pretty bad for a lot of things on the market table. Hence the new greens cooler (note: greens cooler is actually blue in color. Neither you nor I am colorblind. Well, you may be — I don’t really know.)
The last “more” of the week is more newspaper men. Having started with zero of them in previous weeks and zooming up to one this week, they are making up a larger percentage of our customers than ever before. And the market will hopefully be making up more of said newspaper man’s articles, but we’ll have to wait a few more days to see. The slightly-rhyming Rick Hiduck (whose name promptly lodged itself in my head for the rest of the day) of the Rocket Courier came out to see what was up and talk to some of the vendors.
And, of course we’ve got the weekly recipe! These quick refrigerator pickles are easy to make. Our family couldn’t tell that they weren’t cucumbers at a recent cookout.
Toss the zucchini and salt together in a colander and place over a bowl to catch the liquid. Cover and let stand one to two hours. Toss once along the way.
Lightly squeeze excess water from zucchini and pat dry. Pack into a pint size jar along with the dill and garlic.
Combine the vinegar and sugar in a small saucepan over medium heat. Bring to a simmer and boil until sugar dissolves. Pour the liquid over the zucchini, seal the jar and let cool. Place in the refrigerator. The pickles will keep for about one week.
We’ll leave you this week with some storm clouds moving in on the farm. Allie took this one a while ago, but we haven’t had a great place to reference it yet. Not that right now is all that much better, but hey, it’s your second photo of the post.
If you are curious about the conspicuous lack of post last week, Allie was out in Seattle with her sister (whose great cooking blog I’ll plug: Tessa’s International Cafe). Nick may or may not have taken this as an opportunity to slack on the blog a bit.
I know I promised you chickens last time, and you’ll get them tomorrow. Going to be another scorcher, so I’ll finish up the chicken post while we take the afternoon off. In the meantime, you can check out the new chicken pictures on our Flickr stream.
We made it through week two at the farmer’s market today. And we even had produce! Radishes, to be exact. The location got moved this week to the American Legion on Route 6 in Wyalusing. It’s a great spot, and hopefully we stay stable so folks can keep coming back.
We’ll probably do a longer post about it in the future, but the pre-market ritual is interesting. Today we were up at 6am to get outside, pluck some produce, wash it, group it, and pack it up. As we progress to having more than just radishes, we’ll need to start working the night before. Good thing the kitchen is progressing, as you can see in the picture below. For the last two months, we’ve just had a mini fridge, microwave, and electric kettle. Now, we’ve got a full sized fridge and a gas stove. Sometimes it’s the simple things in life . . .
We also started a new weekly tradition: recipes. Each week, we’ll have a new recipe that features at least one thing that we’ve got for sale. This week it’s radishes, so here’s what we’ve got cooking: