Why I Need A Camera For My Birthday

Here are some pictures I took in my front yard this afternoon......

Can you see the eagle?

Here let me zoom in a bit......

Is this better?

That's as good as it gets.

This is the only thing I could get a picture of....

Another photo op missed because I have this darn camera.

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

No good deed goes unpunished is my hubby's favorite saying but I'm a cup half full kind of gal. I have avoided this kind of thinking for many years. I really don't buy into it. If that were the case nobody would do anything for anyone. So because I love random acts of kindness I offered my neighbor 6 of my young hens. Due to the fact that she had to spend a month in England to visit her elderly mother she didn't get her chicks this spring and I know she really wanted to have fresh eggs by fall. She had a beautiful coop all ready for a flock.

These 6 young pullets were a bit younger than my other girls and I figured I didn't really need 16 chickens. But I did really like these because they were my rare chicks from McMurry's. 3 Light Brahmas and 3 Speckled Sussex. They were friendly and lovely.

The other day I took them over to her farm and we put them in the coop. I told her that they should be kept in for several more weeks because they were a bit small and I was afraid they would get hurt. Well she kind of poo pooed me and said they would be fine. She was very pleased to have them so I told her I was sure she would take good care of them. The only stipulation was that if one of the Light Brahmas turned out to be a rooster I wanted fertile eggs so I could hatch out some Light Brahmas next year.

A few days later my husband came home from walking the dog and said he saw the neighbor and she was carrying a dead brown chicken (Speckled Sussex). Boy was I mad and told him how she had poo pooed me (can you tell I hate to be poo pooed?) when I said she should keep them in the chicken house for a while.

He said,"Yep, no good deed goes unpunished."

I said that I was sure she would make sure the others were safe now that she knew what could happen.

A few more days go by and we are out walking the dog again, because that dog needs a lot of walking, and she drives by and stops. She has a sheepish look on her face and tells me that she lost one hen a day, something was getting into her run, until she was down to one and then gave that one (Light Brahma) to her horse trainer. What the heck!

Hubby said, "Gee that's strange, we haven't lost a one."

And because I am lousy at confrontations I didn't say much....until Hubby and I walked on and then I ranted and raved about how I paid $30 for those chicks and why didn't she give the one back to me? Why give it to someone else? I told him again how she poo pooed me. I told him that when the first one died wouldn't you think that she would be more careful with the others? I told him how much I had liked those chicks.

After a few minutes Hubby says, "Wow, this really bugs you."

I said "Yep, no good deed goes unpunished."

Cora Belle And Filbert Go Visiting

When I was granted the honor of buying the lovely Cora Belle I made a promise that I would show her. I intend to keep that promise. So when a neighboring county was begging for goat entries to their fair I rose to the occasion. I sent in my entry. I entered Cora Belle in the Nigerian doeling class and Filbert in pack goat class. I wanted to bring Filbert because these two holler like nobodies business when separated and I figured he would look cute packing my sandwich around. A day or two goes by and I get an email that said, Sorry we only let people from our county enter. What! Then why were they begging for entries? Well they don't know what they will be missing. I had been practicing with my entries. Cora Belle for the show ring and Filbert for the pack goat class. Filbert was an expert at carrying my gloves around and was ready to progress to a real pack. I had led him up hill. I had led him down. We went over logs and down trails. He only collapsed the first day five times and then never after that. Cora Belle was leading like a princess. She would stop and allow me to place her legs just so, so the judge would be able to see her lovely dairy body. Want to see my udder-to-be? No problem, just let me squat a little and pretend you are milking me. No kicking and fussing for this beauty queen. But now we had nowhere to go to show off our talents.

Except over to the goatfarmer's Herron Hill Dairy, the place of their birth. You see the goatfarmer was dying to give Cora Belle one of those shave jobs that they give dairy goats to see their dairy outline. So off to the farm we went for a new hairdo, and Filbert came to try out a small pack that the goatfarmer had. I must say I was very proud of these two. They were very well behaved and had a wonderful time exploring the barnyard and meeting up with their sister Boxcar Betty.

Cora Belle stood very still for her chop job, er...I mean hairdo. I am sure in 2 weeks she will be gorgeous.

And Filbert took to the pack like a pro.......

Cora Belle and Betty got to break bread together.........

A good time was had by all!

Grandma's Freezer Jam Recipe

I have had a request for Grandma's jam recipe from Clare so here it is. I am sure this recipe is in no way unique but it is very simple. When my sister-in-law and I were first married we used to go over to Grandma's to make jam with her. It is a memory we both cherish. I inherited all of her recipes when she died, which consisted of a large sized ziplock bag full of ones clipped out of newspapers and ones she wrote down herself. There is something very comforting about seeing someone's handwriting years after they died.

This is my grandma's recipe card for jam. You can tell it's been around the block a few times.

And because I am the world worst photographer with a hand-me-down camera I will tell you what it says.............

Frozen Berry Jam:

2 cups berries mashed

4 cups sugar

1 box MCP pectin (we always use MCP pectin, I don't know why but Grandma always did)

1 cup water

Combine berries and sugar. Let stand 20 minutes. Stir occasionally.

Boil pectin in water to rolling boil. Boil one minute. Stir constantly. Remove from heat and pour into fruit and stir for 2 minutes. Fill jars and cover with lids. Let stand out for 24 hours. Then put in freezer.

Peach and blackberries are also very good. I can attest to this as I have tried both.

Special thanks to Danni for teaching me how to link my words.

You Can't Get More Local Than This.....Unless You Grow It Yourself

In my quest to eat more locally grown food and support my local businesses I feel so fortunate to have a wonderful fruit and flower stand at the end of my road. I have been making a weekly, sometimes daily, trek to Bea's Flowers for many years. It started out as a dahlia farm and I remember, years ago, taking my son down there to pick dahlias to cover his float for a local parade. He had his dog pull a covered wagon full of colorful dahlias. Over the years they have added other flowers and produce, in season.

They carry farm fresh eggs and if you have a pet in mind they have the cutest baby bunnies for sale, unless you want them for snake food. Then they will turn you away.

Bea's is owned by a mother and her daughter that have used much of their profits feeding the hungry and helping people in third world countries. Their prices are very reasonable (cheap) because they just want to give people a break. Even with that, when you ask the price of something there is an apology in their voice. They would probably give it away if they could and I'm sure they do to some. They are quick with a smile and a down home easiness that is almost lost in this hurry up kind of world.

I can gather an armload of fruits and vegetables, go up to the counter, and she says, "That will be $8.00." Are you kidding me! I can't do that at Albertson's. I can't even do that at Local Boys' fruit stand down the highway where they want my right arm for their designer fruits.

So yesterday I went down the road to get my raspberries for jam. They did happen to bring these in from a local farm but grow a lot of their own fruits and vegetables there. I bought a flat and a half of raspberries, some tomatoes and some baby zucchini.

I spent last night making my famous freezer jam. Well it's not really famous, except in my family. I use a recipe that my grandma taught me. It is easy and what I like about freezer jam is that it doesn't matter what you put it in and it tastes just like the fresh fruit you use. I have used this same recipe with peaches with unbelievable results. Trouble is I eat peach jam on anything and everything or straight out of the jar. I have an order in at Bea's for a box of peaches.

Now with all my heart I wish I had a big garden but I live in the trees with no big open spots that have full sun most of the day and I am unwilling to cut any of these huge Douglas firs and Cedar trees that have been here for hundreds of years just to scratch my garden itch. But I have Bea's. They are my garden, without all the work.

A local resident

Makin' Hay

It doesn't feel like summer until you get the call that the hay is ready. There is something about going out and picking up your hay right out of the field and throwing in the back of the truck, hauling it home and filling up the hay shed that just screams summer to me. The smell of the freshly mowed field. The heat of the sun. The itch of my arms and chest. I love it all.

Not to mention the beauty of the farms. This particular farm overlooks Puget Sound

Yesterday we got the call that there would be hay in the field and to come get it. So when Hubby got off work we hitched up the trailer and made our way to the farm. Luckily it was only about 78 degrees. Usually it is around 178 degrees when you are out makin' hay. We had a beautiful evening gathering hay. Now that's my favorite date. No dinner and a show for me. Just take me out to the field and make hay.

The End

Edwina Scissor Beak

Poor Edwina has a scissor beak. When she was just a chick it didn't effect her much. She seemed to be eating just fine and developing normally but lately I have noticed that she is spending a lot of time going round and round the feeder pick pick picking and not getting full. I have recently switched their crumbles for pellets and Edwina seems to have trouble keeping them in her mouth. I think. I have spent a lot of time watching her eat and can't tell if she is getting anything or not. She is the only hen that has learned to climb right into the top of the feeder so only her tail sticks out. Not very sanitary.

Her obsession with food has led me to believe she is not getting enough to eat. On closer inspection her beak is very long and hooked where the other hens have naturally worn theirs down. So I wondered if I could trim her beak. Not wanting to hurt her I was hesitant. So I Googled it and sure enough you can really hurt them if you trim their beak wrong.
Today I was at our friendly neighborhood feed store buying chicken food and happened to ask the owner if he knew anything about chickens and he said he did. I explained the problem and he confirmed that you do have to be careful because there is a lot more going on in that beak than you realize. Those poor factory hens that have their beaks cut can be in for some chronic pain. His suggestion was to still feed crumbles. She would be able to keep more of it in her mouth. So I bought a bag of crumbles from him. The nice thing about his brand of crumbles is that it is ground so that there are small and large crumbles, something for everyone.

I brought the feed home and filled the feeder. Then I caught her and took a good look at her beak. There was a definite part on there I was sure I could trim off. I took my handy tin snips and gave that girl a beakicure. I put her by the feeder and she was ravenous. She couldn't get enough...poor girl. I hope this does the trick.

On another note I am having a bit of trouble with my Ramona's choice of a nest. She has chosen the stack of my son's motorcycle tires as hers. I have locked her up in the coop to get her to lay in there but after a couple of days of nothing I finally softened and let her out. She ran as fast as she could to the tires and shot out an egg. She must have been keeping her legs crossed. I guess I don't mind so much. It does seem fitting that we would have a hen that can appreciate a good set of tires.

Seeing Double

I decided to eat my first two eggs for breakfast. Yes, two eggs. They are very small pullet eggs. So I cracked the first one.....Then I cracked the second.....
Does that mean I really ate four eggs?

This and That

The nursery pen is finished. Cora Belle and Filbert have been checking out their new jail. As they call it. Remembering that early on Filbert was dubbed Herron Hill Don't Fence Me In, they wasted no time looking at all the sides to see if there might be a way out. There was a lot of pacing and hollering and looking at the top rail to see if they might possibly jump over. I decided to put Semi Sweet in with them to see if her mothering touch would calm them down. It seems to have done the trick. Semi Sweet thinks these are really her kids but she just forgot having them. It will be a great pen for them now and in the future if we have more babies it will be a good place for moms and their kids.

There are stumps for standing on..........

A tree for chewing on............

And a Chihuahua can get under the gate.

I also got my first egg(s) from my new girls. I noticed my favorite girl, Ramona the Brave, in a stack of motorcycle tires that I had thrown some plastic bags in. I picked her up and this is what I saw....

So all the girls will be locked in their coop until they learn where to properly lay an egg. Which, here, means recycle boxes full of hay. I am slow in getting my nest boxes made and I am into reusing things. I heard a new word the other day that describes me perfectly. Freegan. Yep that's me. I love to take things that people don't want and use it. It is amazing what people throw away or get rid of. I was at the feed store the other day and saw a sturdy wooden dog house with a "free" sign on it. I had them throw it in the back with my hay. It is perfect for the goats. It has a removable top so you can clean it easily. I am going to throw a coat of paint on it and put it in the nursery pen. Semi Sweet has already claimed it as her day sleeper.

Don't tell Hubby but I left the window rolled down in his truck and this is what I found when I got in. Notice how clean he keeps it. It took me forever to get all the cat hair off the seat. Doesn't she look cute?

This is the only one he allows on his seats.

Bah Humbug

Thank goodness it's over. I am a Scrooge when it comes to the 4th of July. I am as patriotic as the next guy but I don't think we need to celebrate our independence burning up the flora and terrorizing the fauna. It was a war zone around my house last night. Fireworks have gotten totally out of hand. The only bad thing, that I can think of, about living on the water is that everyone and their uncle comes here to get drunk and blow up something. It must be a guy thing because I heard no female voices WOO HOOING. We had air horns, every kind of firecracker, loud bad country music from across the bay until about 2 in the morning. Everyone around us had hours of fireworks at their disposal. And dispose they did, right into the bay. I thought we were becoming more enlightened about our environment but apparently we aren't.
Maybe it's just me. I have always hated loud noises. As a child I would cover my ears while everyone enjoyed the fireworks display. Now as an adult, I see the animals scared and confused and I like it even less.
Today is a new day. We are going to finish the nursery pen for Cora Belle and Filbert. And get ready for it to all start again. You see it's Saturday night and the 4th of July will last all weekend around here.
Bah Humbug.

Ad I Saw On Craig's List

I saw this ad on Craigslist and loved it so much I had to post it.....author unknown


Ok, so I was a wee bit ambitious when I ordered chicks from McMurray. Twenty five chick minimum order- no problem I thought even though I really wanted only 2 or 3. Why not get a rainbow layer assortment, pick the ones I want, and then sell the rest? So I did, but there were a couple of problems with this plan: 1. McMurray sent me 30 chicks (sure I agreed to take a free rare chick, but what were the other 4, stowaways?) so now I definitely have WAY too many pullets, 2. I am new to chickens, and therefore somewhat clueless when attempting to determine what breeds my chicks are. So, with that in mind, I have the following for sale. All pullets were raised on organic feed, vaccinated for coccidiosis, and given chick-quick vitamin for the first 3 weeks of life. They are now 6 weeks old, eating organic grower, and longing for the great outdoors. Ten dollars each or 3 for 25 (If you think this is too much, you try running around town tracking down organic chick start, changing water 3 times a day, making sure your girls are at the proper temperature, and dealing with tons of chick doodle, before you judge me).


1. 3 white ones (Brittany, Paris, Nicole). 2 big ones (I think white rocks) and 1 smaller one (pearl leghorn?).


2. 2 black ones (Little, Big) Not sure of breed, maybe black minorca? I think they are too small to be Australorpes, but could be sexlinks. One is much larger than the other.


3. Can’t decide between black and white? That’s ok, cause I have 3 Silver Spangled Hamburgs (Gretchen, Heidi, Trudi), that are BOTH black and white! They also have lovely blue legs- just like grandma.


4. 1 Egyptian Fayoumi (Fatima). Unique and lovely but like Greta Garbo, she wants to be left alone.


5. 4 Buff larger chickens (Kim, Beyonce, Jennifer, Gwen). Big puffy butt chickens. I think 3 buff orpingtons and a buff rock (legs look yellow)


6. 2 buff smaller chickens (Jennifer and Courtney) Less junk in the trunk than above- buff minorcas?


7. 1 Cuckoo Maran (Collette). She’s pretty, she’s French, and she’ll lay chocolate colored eggs! Does it get any better than this?


8. 1 White Crested Polish (Christina): Girl with a perpetual bad hair day.


9. 1 Naked Neck (Vulture girl). She’s big, she’s all black, and has attitude. If you want to scare your neighbors with a chicken that looks like a freak of nature, she’s your girl. A perfect match for a home with a Chinese Crested or Mexican Hairless dog.


10. Big white breasted brown chicken (Americauna?) (St Mary of Espresso- she looked she had a cross on her breast when younger).


Cash only please. These are intended to be LAYING chickens, who aspire to happy and productive lives in the backyard providing entertainment for your cat and manure for your garden. I’ve attempted to raise them humanely, though I confess in an effort to get them used to voices, I have let them listen to KOMO 1000, so they have been listening to Mariners games which some might consider a form of torture……

Lives With Eagles

Twenty three years ago Hubby and I were out driving around looking at houses. We had just sold our house in town and were looking for my farm. Driving down a road we hadn't been on before, nature called. Hubby that is. And when nature calls he has to listen. We saw a For Sale sign on a vacant house and stopped. He ran into the woods to call nature back and was surprised to see this humble little house was on the water. Returning to the car he told me to get out and take a look. As I came around to the front of the house I saw a lovely little bay that I never knew existed. On Golden Pond. I said to Hubby, "We can't afford it. It's on the water." Hubby said "Let's make an offer." We made a ridiculously low offer and they accepted. They even had an offer much higher from a builder but they sold it to us. It was an estate sale and they wanted our small son to grow up here.

The house was born a cabin. A cabin for the Strom family. It has knotty pine walls and cabinets. At one time it was a fun retreat (the evidence was all the beer bottles I dug out of the yard) but in the later years it was a neglected rental. We saw past the dirt and grime and just kept our eyes on the beautiful scene outside the window. It wasn't my farm but hard to pass up. The farm could wait.

The first morning we woke up in our new cabin the sun was shining. I got up before Hubby, put my 8 month old son in this backpack and went down on the beach. Walking up the creek I could not believe my eyes when a huge bald eagle soared over my head. I had no idea that eagles call this their home too. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

My mother, on the other hand, thought we were crazy to take our baby and go live in the woods. But this was just like camping only better. We had all the comforts of home. The huckleberries were ripe so I made huckleberry pancakes that first morning. It had the smell and feel of a vacation. Remember going to a relatives cabin for the weekend in the summer? The smell of the campfire and the beach. We had it every day. We were in heaven. Sadly, the area has grown and gotten busier. Most of the weekend cabins have been replaced with full time residences but our little bay has gone relatively unchanged. A few new houses across the bay but other than that for the last 20 years we have enjoyed our privacy.

One of the unexpected surprises of the place were the abundance of eagles. They are everywhere. My mother-in-law, the keeper of old wives tales, used to warn of them carrying off the baby if I didn't watch out. I was more worried of them carrying off the dog.

This year the eagles have been thick. We have quite a few large fir trees in the yard and they sit up there and look for salmon. They are on the beach pulling fish out of the water right and left. The eagles around here are as common as robins. At any given time there could be fifty or so cruising around. The other day one flew through my back patio area. It was a young bird and a bit confused. The sound of those six foot wings up close is something to behold. Got the dogs' attention.

Every day I am so thankful that nature called.....and Hubby listened.

The Good Good Pigs Go Bald

I haven't posted many pictures of the pigs lately. Especially not Fiona. They are going bald. Pot Bellied Pigs have lots of coarse hair all over their body....well most of the time. Daphne and Fiona are losing their hair and have dry flaky skin. They look awful and I am embarrassed for anyone to see them. Thinking they had mange (because I know next to nothing about pigs and they did have mange before) I have been worming them with Ivermectin horse wormer. Ivermectin is the treatment for mange mites. Now worming the pigs is no easy task. The easiest was when my son flipped them for hoof trimming and I shot it in their mouth. But the son went back to LA and I had to worm them about 9 days later. I put some wormer in yogurt thinking surely they won't know. I was half right. Daphne slurped hers down and begged for more. Fiona took one sniff and turned it down, insulted. So I hollowed out a strawberry and put some in. Daphne once again inhaled hers. Fiona snatched it up and spit it out and then squished it into the ground. I have tried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple sauce and molasses. Nothing works. I decided to do what I always do when I don't know what to do. I emailed a couple of people that I have "met" through the wonderful tool called the Internet. Cheryl in Bakersfield is someone that helped me through the teenage years of the pig girls and Marcie from California Pot Bellied Pig Association (that's her kissing the pig in my previous post) and they filled me in on what's really going on with the crusty girls. They have summer baldness. Now doesn't that sound better than mange? Summer baldness hits Pot Bellied pigs this time of year. They lose their hair and get dry flaky skin. Cheryl said she thought it was summer baldness and that losing their hair was natural. She said I could brush them more often to get the flakes off. My pigs hate brushing but love a good back scratch. Marcie told me it wouldn't hurt to worm them again but she looked the pictures all over and didn't think they had the M word. She too thought it was just summer baldness. Marcie said I should use Ivermectin cattle and swine injectable wormer next time and that a jelly filled donut hole might do the trick. First you toss them one blank, then another blank, then a loaded one, then another blank, then a loaded one. I can't wait to try this out on Fiona. If I were to bet I say she will know.

I'll keep you posted.

The Trouble With Free Range Chickens

Everyone has their own opinion on the subject of free range chickens. To free range or not to free range. I am here to tell you that free ranging is not all that it is cracked up to be. I have been letting the girls out to wander around the pasture about every day to pick up bugs and grass. So far it's been quite easy to round them up and get them back in when I want. The trouble is they are so darn friendly that they want to be where I am. That would be fine if they didn't leave behind "presents" (that's what I call poo) And it is poo times ten. There is poo in front of the hay shed, there is poo under the carport that houses Hubby's motorcycle trailer, and there is poo on the bottom on my shoes. If they would stay out in the pasture where they are suppose to be that would be great but I have created such dependent hens that after they are done making the rounds they spend most of the day in front of my small barn, fluffing and dusting and POOING. And now that I have let them out they expect it. When I go down in the morning they are right there at the door wanting out. Hurry hurry let me out I have to POO.

Dog Days Of Summer

Another year has come and gone. School is out for the summer and I couldn't be happier. I can't imagine having a job where I had to work in the summer. The summer is my catch up time. Catch up on my house work, catch up on my farm work and catch up on my reading. Don't get me wrong I love the children. There is nothing better than arriving in the morning to your job and being greeted by happy kids tumbling off the bus like a litter of puppies let out of their pen. But I'm a homebody. I love being home and doing stuff around the place. You would never hear me say that I had to work because I'd be bored if I stayed at home. This job is the best of both worlds. It was great when my son was in school because I had the same schedule as he did and now that he is off on his own I just can't give up my summers off. Sure I could make more money somewhere else but I won't give up my summer break. Or my winter break. Or my mid-winter break. Or my spring break. See what I mean.

I am going to miss my new friend Meredith. She is off to a new position at a different school. She was a breath of fresh air in our room of 3 women in various stages of menopause. She is young and funny and full of life but has decided to tailor her schedule to spend more time with her new baby boy. I wish her the best of luck but will miss her next year.

I won't miss the petty grumbling of too many women in one building. It is like being back in high school. I have tried really hard this year to rise above it but failed miserably at times. I will try harder next year. That's the good thing about school, there is always next year. And summer to cleanse the palate.

This summer we will be moving our son to Colorado. He will be going to the University of Colorado Boulder graduate school with his lovely girlfriend. In spite of the cost of gas, we will drive from Washington to California then to Colorado and back to Washington. What a road trip. I am so excited because I have never been to Colorado before and hear it is beautiful. They will be there for about 5 years so I am going to see a lot of Boulder before it's over.

So here's to long hot days, lemonade, bonfires, mosquitoes, long road trips and a sunburned V on my chest.

I will close with some pictures of my summer colleagues. Ruckus

Miles, the wonder dog

My salad garden

What! A garden can be a colleague

Penne Pasta

Solomon, my second son

so what if I'm turning into one of those old ladies that treats her dog like a person