Poof!

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The bunnies are shedding again. Maybe the weather is confusing them? I can’t think of any other good reason to shed in the middle of winter. Every morning for the last week or two, I’ve been spending five minutes or so brushing Hop and Wibble. In the morning, when they are totally distracted by their kibble, is the only time I can get these two to stand still to be brushed. Carla, however, lets me brush her much more easily, so I usually go after her in the evening. Right now, Wibble is the worst. If you blow a puff of air at him, a cloud floats up off his back and flies away. Hop seems to have started her shedding up by her shoulders and is working her way back. It looks like she is wearing an inverted saddle because she is shorter where the fur has already left.

Carla is still definitely the most friendly of our bunnies, and when it’s her turn to be out and about she often hops up on the couch for a snuggle. Recently she got to snuggle with Larry, who seemed a bit confused.

In other furry creature news, Buddy and Little Kitty seem to be doing better since we moved to the new place. They don’t fight nearly as much, LK doesn’t hide anymore, and the pee presents have slowed down. (Alas, they still do arrive.) Here’s a picture of Buddy snuggling in a box of paper recycling.

It’s so much harder to recycle here without ye old curbside recycling pick up. Glass (clear only!), plastic, and metal go a few miles over to Smith’s but paper has to go to work with me. There is a place in Floyd that collects cardboard, and Smith’s will take newspaper, but what about all that junk mail? Well, I guess there is the recycle drop off place in Floyd, but it never seems to be open when we aren’t at work or asleep. I guess most folks out here either just trash the paper or burn it.



Madly domesticated sunday

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Today the forecast is for freezing rain, sleet, and ice pellets (honestly, can anyone who is not a meterologist tell the difference?). I had to head up to the workshop, and walking on 1/16″ of ice on gravel, uphill, is really really hard. Although back in my day we had to walk that way to school, and it was uphill both ways…

So, with nothing better to do, we decided to cook. We made a pot of venison chili. Cabol made bananananana muffins. And chocolate cookies with chocolate chips in them. And corn bread. And maybe some more cookies with butterscotch chips in them. And I’ll probably make a loaf of bread later in the machine.

At least we’ll be set if we can’t go anywhere for a day or two. I think it’s supposed to let up outside tomorrow morning, but even now I know we won’t be able to get the truck down the driveway without sliding into the pond or the sheep, and I doubt anything will melt until the sun has been up for a few hours tomorrow. :(


In heaven there is no beer

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It’s been over a year since I’ve made beer, and although I’m told by Matt that it doesn’t compare to my salsa-making skills, I decided to give it another whirl. Last week I brewed up a batch of amber ale to get back into the swing of things. There was a small mishap earlier in the week when it fermented so violently that it blocked the airlock with foam, causing the pressure to build until the lid of the fermenter went *plonk*. There was some beer splatters on things in the office, and I have been worried that it became contaminated from sitting there with the lid popped open all day while at work. In the oh-so-clean office that contains things like bags of uncleaned sheep wool.

I think my fears are unfounded, however. Today I racked it into a secondary fermenter since it hasn’t been making bubbles much for a few days, and the hydrowhatsit meter said it’s specific gravity is where it should be when done (isn’t that geeky of me?). And it doesn’t taste sour or funky. The downside is it also doesn’t seem very amber. :(

A few more weeks it should be bottled and carbonated and ready to drink. Maybe I can save some until Cabol’s parents visit. Today or tomorrow I will work on a steam beer. It will be my first experience using lager yeast, albeit at ale temperatures instead of at cold lager temperatures.

Cabol said I should add some pictures from today’s brew session, so here they are:

Grains After Mashing
Hops
Boiling Wort

Eating Animals

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A discussion started in the comments section of the previous post, and I decided the topic deserved a post of its own. So, if some of this doesn’t quite make sense, check out the comments from the last entry.

First off, yes, there are many people in this country who hunt for survival. Either they are too poor to afford good food for their families, or they choose to live a more natural hunter/farmer/gatherer lifestyle.

I believe that being a vegetarian or a vegan can be a fabulous choice. I also believe that being an omnivore can be an equally fabulous choice. Notice I say, “can be.” Either way, it all depends on the choices you make everyday. Are you a vegetarian who eats a lot of packaged food? Do you buy fruits shipped from thousands of miles away? Are the potatoes you’re eating sprayed with tons of chemicals? What damage are you causing to the global environment, the plants, animals, and people on a global scale by your choices? Is that damage less than a person who either hunts/farms or who buys locally grown, organic meat and produce merely because you are not directly consuming the flesh of an animal?

I believe that the person who grows/gathers/hunts her own food and the person who buys their food from organically grown, local growers/gatherers/hunters are pretty much at the top of the environmental, ethical, and health wagon. Perhaps at the very tippy top of that group are those who are also vegans, but honestly being a vegan in one of these two categories would be rather difficult. As for vegetarians who are in one of these categories…well, animals are still being eaten out there as the byproducts of the vegetarians’ eggs, milk, and cheese, so I don’t really see the difference between them and the omnivores.

Not everyone can grow/hunt/gather/buy local organic. Andy and I don’t quite a lot of the time. A big issue is cost: I could spend $5 on this local, organic butter, or I could get this crappy butter for $1. We’re kind of broke right now, so crappy butter it is. Another issue is availability. If you live in a city, you probably can’t hunt anything but pigeons, can’t have livestock, and may only have room to grow a pot of herbs. You can still probably find a farmers’ market or local produce stand, though.

I believe that if you are going to shop in the current “American” style and buy most of your food at a typical grocery store, not choosing meat is better environmentally, ethically, and health-ily.

These are my beliefs. We aren’t currently living them, though. We buy most of our food right now at Kroger, including meat. For us it’s partially cost and partially convenience. No farmers’ markets in the winter. Store that sells more local items is a 40+ minute roundtrip drive out of our way. We hope over time to change this as we get our garden in and perhaps start milking the sheep and raising broiler chickens (and maybe start hunting).

However…even when we are grow/hunt/gather/buy local organic–ing most of our food, we will still be killing animals. Even if we decided not to consume meat and just ate eggs and drank milk from our farm animals, we would still have to kill (or sell to be killed) animals.

Eggs: For every female duck / chicken kept for eggs, there is a male bird who is not needed. It is not economical to keep that male bird alive for no reason. Furthermore, most birds stop laying productively after only a year or two. Again, it is not economical to keep those birds alive if they aren’t producing. Not only is it not economical (having to pay for feed and getting nothing in return), it is not physically feasible as eventually you’d have hundreds of birds to house and tend to. Therefor, these birds most usually end up on the dinner plate. We will not be eating our ducks ever because they are quasi-pets (but who knows what happened to their brothers who were hatched out so we could get enough females for our order). If we decide to try and sell eggs at market, though, we would have to cull the flocks.

Milk: Again, for every female goat/sheep/cow used for milk, there is a corresponding male animal that is unnecessary. Also, for an animal to produce milk, she must be bred (I believe once a year?). If there is no market for the resulting offspring, they are also not needed.

It’s nice to think about never having to kill anything to survive, but that’s not how life works and we all know it. You can live in the sanitized world of a city and pretend that eating your soy burger is perfectly harmless, but how did that soy burger get to your plate? How much petroleum, packaging, and chemical fertilizers/pesticides were involved? What effect have those things had on other living things like cute, fuzzy deer?

Finally, when it comes down to the very basics…deer are prey animals.

Humans are hunter (and gatherer/grower) animals.

It’s nature. It’s the way things were made to be.

You don’t have to eat deer or any animal if it feels wrong to you. But to flat-out condemn eating meat and/or hunting is to be ignorant of the larger issues.


Free Meat

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This time last year I was a vegetarian and had been for about four years. Andy was a mostly vegetarian who only ate meat at restaurants. After we moved here we both slowly started eating meat again. Part of the reason was because fresh, happy meat is easier to come by here. But, a bigger part, I think, is that the culture here doesn’t really support vegetarianism. I’m not saying they don’t have vegetarian type stuff here like, um, vegetables, but it just doesn’t seem to fit here as much. Of course, it could be that we see so many cows everyday it just makes us hungry. (Though, we really don’t eat beef much at all.)

Today we got about 15 pounds of frozen venison off of freecycle. The lady got the venison from a friend, but her family refused to eat it. Deer hunting is a big deal around here. Deer are everywhere. Especially on the side of the road squished. One morning on the way into work we saw a deer carcass being devoured by two dogs. Once we saw a deer tossed over the spare tire on someone’s jeep.

While we were waiting this morning to see if we would be the lucky recipients of the free meat, we started pondering hunting. Wouldn’t it be neat to go out and hunt a deer and have our own meat? When I was a vegetarian I never had a problem with people hunting deer. There are so many of them; they need some predators besides cars. They aren’t as hard on the land as cows. They get to run and frolick and be free. They have a good life, and then hunters kill them and eat them. Sounds good to me.

I don’t know if I could hunt (mentally), or if I would be decent enough at it actually catch anything, but it is something I’m pondering. Maybe we can find some hunting mentors who would take us out and teach us the ropes. Or, maybe we’ll just mooch off of freecycle.

Speaking of meat, here are some photos of critters that will not become it.

Pumpernickel hides behind the feeder ’cause she knows it’s medicine time.

The ducks run around going WHEE.


Butcher, baker, candlestick maker

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The last few nights we’ve made bread in the bread machine to have nice fresh bread for sandwiches for lunch. Last night, Andy was the lucky baker. During a commercial break in “House,” Andy jumped up to take the bread out. The smell was wonderful, and we were both salivating over that first slice of hot bread with butter.

Now, the thing with bread makers is that making bread in them is sort of a gamble. If you don’t measure things quite right or if the humidity is wonky or if the moon is in the wrong phase, the bread won’t turn out. It will only rise half way or it will rise so high it pushes the lid open. Sometimes the crust is too done or maybe it’s still a bit mooshy on top. I know I always get a bit nervous when I approach the machine after it beeps completion.

Last night as I sat on the couch under a pile of kitties, I heard Andy in the kitchen say in a sad voice, “The bread didn’t turn out. It’s flat and dense.” I was sad, too, but I figured it’d be salvagable enough to get a pair of sandwiches out of it. But then Andy kept talking, “It appears that…umm…I forgot to add a sort of key ingredient.”

My laughter tossed the kitties off my lap and onto the floor. I laughed and laughed. I told him to take a picture, but he pouted and said no. The poor, yeastless bread was indeed a sad sight at about one inch tall.

I suggested we could cut thin slices off and use them as crackers, but I’m not sure if we have an appropriate hacksaw blade. Instead, I think maybe we’ll feed it to the chickens. I don’t think the ducks could handle it with their rounded bills.


Visit from Fred

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When Andy’s son, Kenny, was only a couple of years old our friend Kim lived with us for a while and spent some time with him. I don’t remember exactly how it came about, but she decided to call him Fred. Sometimes he was okay with the name, and other times he’d stomp a foot and scrunch up his face and wave his arms and bellow, “My name’s not Fred! It’s Kenny!” Alas, he doesn’t seem to remember this anymore.

Fred came for a visit over the holidays for his first stay at Loafkeeper Farm. His first morning we put him to work. He fed chickens…

…and fed sheep…

…and found a neat leaf and ice sculpture…which wasn’t really work but makes a neat picture.

We also did some improvements on the house and got satellite tv.

After all the work was done, we went out to explore one of the local sights, the Dixie Caverns (and campground! and antique mall!) The place was a bit worn and reminded me a little of the cowboy and indian tourist traps out West, but the caves were well taken care of and the tour guide rocked. I wore my glow-in-the-dark alien shirt just in case the lights went out.


QUACK QUACK QUACK

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We buy waterfowl food for our ducks from a company called Mazuri (which I believe is part of the giant Purina Mills entity) – but for the last few months it has been on back order at the store, so we’ve been feeding them the same poultry layer food we feed the bantams. Around Christmas the food finally came in, so we switched them over – and after a week or so of adjusting their bodies, they’ve gone laying 2-3 eggs a day to 5 eggs a day! Duck eggs for everyone!

Who knew there was such a difference between feeds? Although now Cabol worries that we will use up each duck’s ‘supply of eggs’ too fast. Maybe we need to buy more baby ducks this spring…


Farm Kittens

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I haven’t done a whole lot of knitting lately, but I managed to get these little kittens finished pretty much in time for the holidays. They all now have new homes with a couple of lucky little girls. (At least I think they are lucky. They got a new kitty!)

The pattern was pretty simple, but the details were a bit difficult. I think I finally figured out how to do the faces on the last two. I’m still not sure if the heads and tails will stay on. Hopefully the pieces are too big to be choking hazards.