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Showing posts with label pigs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pigs. Show all posts
Monday, February 4, 2013
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Peaches by the Numbers
65 Big Smile peaches ~ peeled, pitted and squished into
13 quarts ~ processed on my stove top using
3 pots ~ of boiling steaminess
~ raising the temperature in the house by 9 degrees
~ the scraps from which resulted in
2 happy piggies ~ and
1 christened apron ~ and
1 sweaty, satisfied housewife.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Goslings and piglets
Just a quick Farm Report this morning before I get back out to the barnyard...
Over the weekend Mother Goose hatched out four of her eggs. Dot climbed right into the hutch to "assist." Not quite sure about this behavior, but since she's not acting aggressively towards Mother Goose or the goslings, we left her alone.
Once those goslings were fully dry and fairly stable, Mother took them for a walk around the pasture. It seemed Mother's legs were almost as wobbly as her babies from all that sitting. We make sure to keep corn and water close by the hutch so the family doesn't have to venture too far.
In fact all of the geese are sticking close together. Practically overnight our gander, Grimm, has turned into the quintessential hissing, snapping, wings-fully-extended, coming-right-for-ya, barnyard goose of most people's nightmares. He never bothered me before, but now I keep one eye on him at all times. I never realized that geese were so inclined to work as such a tight-knit family unit. I guess it takes a gaggle to raise a child.
In other news, we bought two pigs a couple of weeks ago. Hank's still working on the official pig pen, so for the time being they're housed in the old corn crib. No escaping that!
We had been talking about raising pigs for a while now. Quite literally pork is the only meat that I ever buy. We grow our own lamb, chicken and beef. Hank shoots a deer each fall which we have processed into brats, summer sausage and ring bologna. That primordial need for bacon was the only reason I ever slowed my shopping cart through the meat isle. These two little guys should ensure that I never have to watch for the 4-Day Meat Sale advertisements ever again! Although I do like a good liversausage now and then. Does anyone have a good recipe?
Over the weekend Mother Goose hatched out four of her eggs. Dot climbed right into the hutch to "assist." Not quite sure about this behavior, but since she's not acting aggressively towards Mother Goose or the goslings, we left her alone.
Once those goslings were fully dry and fairly stable, Mother took them for a walk around the pasture. It seemed Mother's legs were almost as wobbly as her babies from all that sitting. We make sure to keep corn and water close by the hutch so the family doesn't have to venture too far.
In fact all of the geese are sticking close together. Practically overnight our gander, Grimm, has turned into the quintessential hissing, snapping, wings-fully-extended, coming-right-for-ya, barnyard goose of most people's nightmares. He never bothered me before, but now I keep one eye on him at all times. I never realized that geese were so inclined to work as such a tight-knit family unit. I guess it takes a gaggle to raise a child.
In other news, we bought two pigs a couple of weeks ago. Hank's still working on the official pig pen, so for the time being they're housed in the old corn crib. No escaping that!
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