All posts tagged chickens

Catching Up

Published May 9, 2009 by glaumland

Gosh, I’ve gotten behind on posting. I’ll try to get a few out so you can see why…

I spent this afternoon tending to baby chicks. They got to have some play time out in the yard munching on grass and clover. And as if that wasn’t terrifying enough, we moved them out to the big chicken house.

That is, after I spent about 2 hours putting up some poultry netting and chicken wire to try to keep the babies in after they get brave enough to start exploring. Also helps to keep critters out. We lost babies last year to snakes and other varmints; don’t want to go through that again.

They are so funny. I love to listen to the sound of their pecking and watch them learn to take dust baths. And they are finally getting out of that ugly phase (where they start getting their adult feathers). And now that they have more of their adult plumage, I can see that we have some interesting crosses. At least it will be easy to tell them apart.

Until next time…


Don’t Count Your Chickens Until They’re Cooked

Published April 12, 2009 by glaumland

It hasn’t been a good time to be a chicken at Glaumland.

We did the traditional Easter Egg thing with the kids. We actually buy white eggs from the store because the brown and green ones are already colored! It is always fun to watch them hunt for eggs on Easter. And I guess our cholesterol will go sky high while we are eating them.

We also butchered Tough Guy (the barred rock rooster) and two others. They were getting very aggressive and tore up two hens that we had to put down. So the roosters are in the stew pot – yummy! Well, at least after you cook them for a LONG time. They are tough buggers.

So I’m down to 11 chickens. But (I guess) the good news is the lady that wanted fresh eggs to hatch out had 11 chicks so looks like I’ll be raising chicks again this year. Maybe I’ll sneak a couple turkeys in too! Hope I can convince the cats that these birds aren’t for killing.

Until next time…

Squashing A Rooster Rebellion

Published March 20, 2009 by glaumland

Hello, Spring! I am so happy to see the robins roosting in the trees, and I noticed the first blooms on the forsythia today. I guess this means spring is finallly here.

We burned pasture/ditches/yard last weekend. Luckily, Mother Nature had cooperated, so the moisture level at the ground was high enough that only the dry grass  & leaves on top burned. So the sparsely grassed and mowed areas worked well enough to keep the fire contained. Good thing – Dear Hubby has a pyromaniac gene and once he gets started burning, he just wants to make more and bigger fires! At least this year he was careful enough not to burn the cedars (which look quite impressive when they go up in flames), fruit trees and lilacs. So the only down-side was all of the soot tracked into the house, but hey, it could’ve been a lot worse!

On a sad note, a neighbor dog jumped their fence and decided to “play” with the turkeys (which means tearing out all of their feathers, chewing off their wings, tearing off the skin, and then leaving them when they aren’t fun anymore). We immediately killed my Blue Slate, he was in really bad shape. Poor guy survived the dog attack from last year. The Royal Palm was in slightly better shape, so I loaded her up on pain meds and antibiotics, then tried to treat her wounds. Unfortunately, she passed away a short time later, but at least it wasn’t a painful end. (It was difficult coming up with dosages for meds for individual turkeys, since most people eat them and don’t treat them for pain or bite wounds…only us crazy turkey ladies!) We didn’t eat these turkeys – it’s one thing to know you are going to butcher and eat one of your birds (or critters), but to have them attacked…I just couldn’t do it. Plus I don’t know where THAT TURKEY KILLIN’ DOG’s mouth has been, or what the meat would taste like after all of the stress and damage. So the carcasses just went down to the river (thank you DH) and became cat fish food (or whatever – I don’t want to know).

Now that my big turkey is gone, the Barred Rock Rooster (aka ‘Tough Guy’) thinks he really is tough, since he’s now the biggest guy around. He’s gone after the kids, so he probably will be in the stew pot soon. It’s the only thing to do with these old roosters, since they need to cook a long time so they won’t be tough. Last one we ate was “Steve & Noodles.”

Anyway, I was doing chores tonight and Tough Guy ambushed me from behind! What nerve! And when I was fixing to get him some food! Well, you don’t pick on Big Momma unless you can back it up. Tough Guy thought he could, and he kept coming at me with his head low and his neck feathers puffed out. Then he would leap and strike me with his back legs. I half-heartedly kicked at him, which he avoided and then came right back for me. OK, now this is getting serious. I can’t have a rooster who isn’t respectful, so I put my head down low, puffed out my neck feathers, and spread my wings, then started walking menacingly towards Tough Guy (well, OK, that’s a little exaggerated, but it usually is effective even if it appears like I’m crazy).

But Tough Guy wouldn’t back down. So I started trash talkin’ him and askin’ him if he thought he was tougher than me. He did. But what he didn’t count on was that I have opposable thumbs at the end of my ‘wings.’ HA! I was able to grab him and fling him a few times. A few tail feathers later, he finally got the idea – funny how good the garden looked just then – and off he went, tail between his legs, so to speak. What a ‘chicken’ – ha ha!

After dark I went out to count & check the chickens and close the chicken house door. And just to make sure that ‘Tough Guy’ knew that Big Momma still ruled the roost, I started petting him under his wings and rubbing his comb. He growled at me and eventually fell off the roost, but he was lots more respectful. As for the other roosters, they are in pretty good shape, except for my little Buttercup – he’s kind of skinny, but he has to work so much harder to get a hen.

It is nice to have fresh eggs again. Boy, do they taste good. There really aren’t any ticks yet, so it must be all of the time spent in the horse pen! I haven’t decided if I want to raise chicks, but I do want some more turkeys. Guess I’ll have to make up my mind soon.

Until next time…

Babe Watch

Published February 25, 2009 by glaumland

Not the show with pigs in bikinis & speedos running on a beach – this one is about my life.

Episode 1: My friend Karla is expecting a long-awaited visitor at her home tomorrow: her American Lowline Cow is due to calve. I’m not sure if that makes Karla a mother, aunt or grandmother, we’ll have to wait and see. And I don’t know if I want Dear Hubby to find out about these short-legged cattle with tremendous meat quality – I know he’ll want to add that to our critter assortment.

Episode 2: My friend Joann sold all of her sweet Yorkie puppies this past weekend. They are so darned cute – way too much personality for such a little dog. I think Joann considers herself a grandmother.

Episode 3: Ginger goat went on a conjugle visit to Duke from Thanksgiving to New Year’s. Seeing as Duke is quite successful with the ladies, we’re thinking early May is kidding time (no kidding – ha ha ha). She’s actually starting to look a little thick around the middle. Yea! Fresh goat milk again!

Episode 4: Chicken catalog is sitting on my desk. Question is: will there be chick-lets or turk-lets in my future? I swore after starting chicks for the past two years I wouldn’t do it this year, but friends are wanting chickens and I’d like another turkey. Dilemma…

Episode 5: Maniac kittens continue to drive me nuts. Underfoot, overhead, in my face, watching me shower, sitting on me when I sit, wanting me to open doors when there is a perfectly good cat door in place, climbing in any open drawer, general nuisance.

Episode 6: Looked at Darling Daughter the other day. OMG! Where did she get those curves? Did I just feel another hair turn grey? It must have something to do with giggling now when you mention certain boys. Hmmm…

Until next time…

Counting My Chickens Before They Hatch

Published February 8, 2009 by glaumland

The best thing about this time of year (not quite winter, not quite spring) is the seed & poultry catalogs that the USPS delivers. Dear Hubby actually is the one in charge of the garden. After all of the manure and straw he plowed in last year (also the big crop of turnips) the soil is dark and loose – just right for this year. Hopefully that will mean a fantastic garden. I’m looking forward to ‘corn that’s as high as an elephant’s eye!’ I’ll keep the blog updated.

My favorite catalog is the poultry catty. I have 5 roosters (with 2 to go in the pot soon), 11 hens, a tom turkey, and another turkey (whose sex is undetermined at this time – but she talks like a girl!). I’m not looking forward to starting any chicks this year (since I’ve done it for the last two years). The neighbors are wanting to get into the chicken business this year, and I’m hoping I can get a couple hens from them in exchange for my expertise (ha ha). My girls have finally started laying, and boy is it nice to have farm fresh eggs again (free range tick eggs, I call them).

Hubby has also kept us busy putting up fireword. He marked a bunch of trees on our acreage last year. Some were ‘crap’ trees, others dead, and others needing to be cleared out to make way for good trees. We’re trying to get the wood harvested before the poison ivy comes out, but it is nearly too late – DH already has some. We’ve been taking the goats out with us so that they can exercise and browse, so we’ll probably get poison ivy from them now too, as that seems to be a delicacy. It is fun to spend time in the woods, we’re lucky to have them.

We went to a friend’s wedding yesterday, down on the northern edge of the Flint Hills. Beautiful, simple wedding in a cool old church. But the best part was the reception (they rode a giant John Deere tractor back to the farm). We spent some time walking around the farm exploring, and made us homesick to have a bigger place. So reckon we’ll start doing some serious looking for some land soon. We’ve talked about putting a 3 year plan in place to find someplace, sell our place, change jobs and move. It’s good to have plans.

It definitely is hard making plans right now with all of the uncertainty in the government. I’ll be starting taxes soon and hope it doesn’t take to long this year (although we already know that taxes are too hard for even politicians to do!). Although, I might as well just give the gov all of my money since is seems they are determined to spend it. Man, would I like to have a chunk of that trillion dollar pie.

One of the things I despise most about politics is how two-faced many politicians are. They spout platitudes and talk about helping people, then they (Democrats) schedule planning sessions at elite resort/spas. Couldn’t they just rent out someplace at their local Holiday Inn or something? Or better yet, aren’t there some meeting rooms in the capitol that they can use? Seems like alot of that money could be better spent getting homeless folks into housing, or getting warmth to those who can’t afford their heating bills.

It’s suppose to be about service to our country. Perhaps the Democrats should be working in the same conditions as our service men/women. How about setting up tents on the Mall? Surely all of the hot air they produce could keep them warm. I know most politicians have multiple homes, so maybe they can invite some homeless folks over to stay when the homes are sitting empty. Maybe instead of having all of these fancy parties they can serve the food at soup kitchens. Something has to change.

Until next time…

The Year Flies By…

Published December 29, 2008 by glaumland

It’s hard to believe that another year has passed by so very quickly. And I’m still trying to finish my 2008 New Year’s Resolutions list (ha, ha). OK, maybe I’m not that far behind, but maybe I am.

There are many blessings & sorrows to count this year. A big sorrow is the loss of our old church and the mortal wounding of a friendship. However, just as God always provides, He gave us a new church and new friends – what a tremendous blessing. Now if the old wounds would just heal.

Another sorrow is the illness that I’ve been experiencing most of the year. After many doctor’s visits and many tests, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. On the blessings side – at least I have a diagnosis and a treatment plan, and I am feeling much better. Plus, once again, God used this as a way to get me to evaluate my life and make some positive changes (down 22lbs and getting buffed – thanks, Curves!).

So much for the sorrows. So many more blessings! Kids are both now in school full-time. It is wonderful to have some time so I can accomplish things or just get some extra rest. Kids are both doing well in school, the girl much better than last year.

Had a wonderful family vacation to Orlando this fall. Kids got to see Atlantic Ocean for the first time. The girl was chosed to be part of the Shamu show at SeaWorld. Disney was great – little boy enjoyed the monorail, train & boat rides – an engineer in the making. I enjoyed the king sized bed and cable tv – ha ha!

Goats in Glaumland – dearest hubby decided we needed goats for fresh goat milk. He broke down my will power by offering a dishwasher (hooty hoo!) and we now have two LaMancha goats. Turns out I LOVE goats and goat milk is great. I especially like not having to buy milk all of the time. I’d like to learn how to make soap – maybe next year.

Oops – another sorrow. Two stray pups that got dumped here last spring killed all but 2 chickens and my turkey. Oh, the humanity! Raised more chickens and finally getting blessed with eggs again. (Can’t stand buying store eggs – yuk! no flavor).

HD TV is way cool – almost like having cable! OK, so we only get a few stations since we live at the bottom of a deep hole, but when they come in it looks great! I think I’ll call it “psuedo-cable!)

Biggest blessing of all is being surrounded by loved ones. Hubby is wonderful, great dad & provider, an keeps life entertaining. Reconnecting with best friend from HS, just like having a sister again. Great friends at work, makes work a pleasure.

Well, guess I should go play with my new dishwasher! Until next time…