“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ― Lewis Carroll The spring and summer is quite a hectic time. But then comes the golden light and slower pace of autumn, and finally winter. Settled into the muffled contemplation of snow, you can't but help think back upon the year that was... and then, with a faithful heart, look forward to the approaching boisterous season. Winter makes a quiet bridge between one year and another...
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I'll be there peddling ducklings, hatching eggs, and anything else I can shove into the Subaru. My friend Erin Moshier sent this great information about her swap. Don't miss out! Hi there, peeps. Now that we're seeing some warmer days, the farm animals are having babies and eggs are fertile and most breeders are hatching like crazy. Spring is here! Our spring swap meet has been scheduled for Saturday, June 8th 2013 http://mdpoultryswap.blogspot.com/. Along with the Huge sales area filled anything farm related, homemade, handcrafted, used, recycled, vintage, we will also have fun stuff for the whole family. Kids will enjoy pony rides, a poultry show, the moon bounce, ice cream and aisles of bunnies, sheep, goats, peafowl, chickens, baby chicks, turkeys and more. We will also have a pig roast, concession stand and a live bluegrass band playing from 10-2. Anyone is welcome to participate as a vendor. It's a $15 flat fee to sell. There is no registration necessary but, there are a few regulations regarding the sale of livestock. Please check with our website for more info! Show up before 7:30 with your tables/chairs/canopy or just tail gate with you items. Folks selling poultry with 5 birds or less can sell for free. Vendors: Please contact me with what you are planning on selling so I can compile THE LIST in which I use for advertising purposes. New this year: We are now charging $2 per person for admission. Kids 17 and under are free. Due to us getting bigger, we are now in need of traffic control as well as parking attendants and this helps to cover those costs along with logistics, entertainment, advertising and kid's activities. I hope you understand. Camping is always free for swap goers (shoppers and vendors) Also new this year: On Father's Day weekend, we will be hosting "Homesteading Days." This weekend will be filled with seminars featuring many aspects of sustainable living. Learn about goat soap making, canning, bread making, dutch oven cooking, harvesting rabbits, poultry processing, wine making, gardening and composting and we will have a seminar on "prepping." Experts in their field will be traveling to Green Hill Farm to share their knowledge and send us home with some goodies. Please see our website for pricing and how to attend. Prices vary due to equipment needed and cost of googie bags. There will be free camping during that weekend for seminar goers.. so feel free to help in the garden, help feed the animals in the morning or just relax. You can build a fire and cook outdoors and just enjoy the day. http://mdhomestead.blogspot.com/ If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask, Erin Moshier Green Hill Farm 5329 Mondell Rd. Sharpsburg, MD. 21782 Twitterpic: @warrenellis Hurricane Sandy has made landfall on the East Coast and it's colliding with a NorEaster to wreak havoc over 7 states. Most of us are getting heavy gushers of rain, and if you're anywhere near the waterfront then you're experiencing amazing storm surge and crippling flooding. Western Maryland, parts of Virginia and West Virginia are having white out blizzard conditions and at the time of this writing there was already 3 feet of snow in WV. Last night and this morning in Southern Maryland we had buckets of rain and some high winds. for the last couple of hours we've had a lull in the wind. The worst is supposed to arrive at 2am tomorrow morning. While the wind was down and I didn't have to worry about sideways rain, I went outside to take some video. It's not the best quality since I have my phone shoved in a ziplock baggie and it's also getting speckled by raindrops.- plus I'm tromping around in my rubber boots making it a bit unsteady. But so far, we've not sustained any damage. There hasn't been (knock wood) any trees down in my yard or large branches. We heard some loud cracking and crashing in the neighboring woods, but there isn't anything that will be crushed in those parts of the property. I'm happy to say that these video's are very boring :) Here's the front yard: Then I went back to the barnyard to take some video of the animals. The waterfowl are acting like it's just any other day (rain? what rain?). They're staying inside the small duckyard and not venturing out into the rest of the barnyard, but otherwise they're acting like it's nothing to worry about. The Muscovy are less thrilled and look a little miserable out there with their necks scrunched down just sitting like a bunch of dummies in the rain. Some of my smarter Muscovy hens are hanging out inside their loft staying dry and, clearly, much warmer. The chickens are pretty unhappy about the deluge. They're mostly keeping inside the henhouse. A few of the juvenile girls are making runs back in forth from one protected area to another, and a few brave souls are going on with business as normal and looking like a bunch of drowned rats. Here's the barnyard: AP News Pic This is why I like to visit the beach but I don't want to live at the beach. This nasty mess is a combination of surf foam and wet sand flying around like cotton candy and coating everything in sight. Gross. I'll keep you posted as new pictures or video are taken. Like I said, so far we're doing quite well, just a lot wet and without power but I think we're set to deal with that just fine... at least until we run out of beer. Sharpsburg, Maryland is a picturesque landscape of rolling hills and farmland with a very charming and nostalgic downtown that looks like it was lifted directly from a snapshot of the 1800's. The town is near the West Virginia and Pennsylvania borders, tucked in beside the Antietam Battlefield and Historic Harper’s Ferry; it's a rather beautiful and bucolic 2 1/2 hour drive from my tiny farm in Southern Maryland. Speaking of charming, this swap is hosted at Green Hill Farm by Erin Moshier, a delightfully sunny gal with an infectious smile. Twice each year (summer and fall) she hosts a fun poultry swap at her family farm just minutes from the center of downtown Sharpsburg. But once you turn down that gravel road leading to the poultry barn and the horse stables where curious pony's whinny hello's over the fence, you feel miles and miles from anything but the countryside. My MooseHerders and I arrived early in the morning with a modest selection of ducks, chickens and geese and quickly put up our canopy, table and portable poultry pen. The feathered flock was soon nibbling on Erin's pasture and getting rehydrated after a long car ride. Folks were milling about prior to the 8am "selling start time" and were very curious about what poultry or farm related product each vendor was preparing to sell out of that day. I had 2 extra Holderread Penciled Indian Runner boys from my spring order I was preparing to sell. Those birds were as nervous as ever and abjectly refused to stand at ease; they chose instead to peer nervously at their growing audience and sort of dance from foot to foot like a 5 year old who needs to use the potty. The young Sebstapol goose was taking everything in stride (I could have sold him 10 times over!), and my affable juvenile Welsh Harlequin was attempting to charm the chickens into being his pals for the day (since he was raised by a chicken mama and didn't know he was a duck) and those Marans cockerels were not having any of it. All in all it was shaping up to be an interesting day at my booth. Browsers stopped by to ask over and over again what the heck kind of birds those Penciled Indian Runners were ("are those some kind of goose?") and before too long a somber and truly gentlemanly young man hailing from West-By-God-Virginia quietly asked me if I'd be willing to sell him those lovely Runner ducks (he said it just like that). I was more than happy to negotiate a price for that gracious, young aspiring farmer and help him carry his new waterfowl to his car. Such a peach, I wish him well. Tons of folks stopped by to chat with me at length, get advice about waterfowl, and tell me about their own flock. I gave out many business cards and collected a few as well. What a great place to network! There was so much to see and hear at the swap: Craftsman selling poultry housing and nesting equipment, crafty-crafter ladies peddling so many wonderful handhewn wares, local feed stores, chicken farmers, duck farmers, guinea keets, peacocks, muscovy, turkeys, pheasants, chukar, bunnies, goats, and pigs (ADORABLE)... I even saw guinea pigs! And - holy moly - Someone had the nerve to bring some gorgeous German Shorthair puppies... O My GOODNESS! Those hounds were absolutely snugglicious! I barely contained myself at that booth. I reminded my hard farmrgirl heart that hunting dogs and ducks were not the best bedfellows. *sigh* We had such a good time at the swap! There was live music and great giveaways. I bought a few things, sold a few things and met a bunch of interesting and fun folks. You just never know who you might make a good friend out of until you go to one of these events! For the upcoming spring/summer swap I'll be loaded up with hatching eggs, eating eggs, baby ducks, geese and chickens to sell in the early summer at Erin's next poultry swap... this event is too good to pass up! I hope you'll join us all next year - especially at the early market when all those spring hatches will be ready. For more information or to be added to her mailing list, Erin's blog can be found here: http://mdpoultryswap.blogspot.com/. Don't forget: When you're in the area be sure to have lunch in one of the local establishments. We did (twice - once in Boonsboro) and were NOT disappointed mmmmm... good! So I'm out locking up the birds for the night and start, as usual, with the duplex broody coop but find Mama Cochin and her 20 rowdy chicks (who've just started free-ranging this week) missing - uh oh! Mama Cochin is sharing the duplex coop with my broody duck (due to hatch this week) so I peek in on the adjacent apartment occupied by Miss Blush, my Welsh Harlequin duck and her 10 eggs, where I find 5 fat baby chickens snuggled in there safe with her - LOL! These two apartments share a single attached yard so those chicks must've figured cranky Miss Blush was better than cold, plain straw next door. As I lock all the doors on all the various houses I search with my flashlight for Mama Cochin inside each - she has to find a suitable nighttime house for her babies. Just as I start to think I'll be covering a couple acres this evening hunting under prickery holly bushes for my Mama Cochin, the last house to be closed up is where I find her... she's taken over the doghouse my fat goslings are living in! The small goosy-gooses are outside in their pen instead of in bed where they usually are after dark, so I herd them inside where I see my Mama Cochin tucked into a corner... many tiny heads poking out, curious as kittens, from her fluffy feathers. Everyone safe and warm this windy, chill night. Wonky but satisfying social dynamics you don't typically consider: Baby chickens shacking up with my broody duck (poor Miss Blush!); Mama chicken and her hooligan brood bedding down with baby gooses... and one adult Khaki Campbell duck (Miss Faith) who somehow ended up sleeping in the barn with my newly broody Muscovy girl, Lumi, this strange, mixed-up night. Everyone completely tolerant, if not downright companionable, with the other. Only at Moose Manor, eh? Well, everyone is locked up tight and all babies are accounted for and pleasantly cooing while warming with a fluffy mama of some stripe. It could certainly be worse! Duck Dogers, my Welsh Harlequin drake My garden is growing like gangbusters! I would describe it as "profuse and delightful" :~) I have glorious golden blossoms on everything and many of the climbing plants have grown into a serious jungle. My cucumbers are an enormous mountain of green and gold vines, gourds that I never imagined would need trellising have cascaded over the fence in a colossal drift of squash leaves and tricky sticky tendrils threatening to overtake the nearby shrubs, and the melons have also escaped their corral like wild horses striking fast for the hills. I love the jumble of cosmos that I planted to line the garden path with cheerful orange flowers to attract pollinators - but have promptly become an exuberent pile of honey colored surge spilling over the lane. I've really got to take the time out of my already packed schedule to get out there... It's been a while since I posted about farm going's on. With a whirl-wind wedding for my brother to help with (and one for my mom next month!) plus a busy time in the office and mad-dash prepping for spring breeding season it's non-stop running! I've been in a busy-busy-busy organization mode just lately in preparation for lots of babies on the farm soon. There are so many things that need to be straightened or cataloged or cleaned or stacked... you get the picture. It's a never ending job but sometimes it requires a determined focus to keep moving forward when you really just want to abandon all hope of ever getting it done! Coupled with very un-newsworthy chores, the cold weather keeps me inside next to the woodstove more than outside communing with livestock. But we do have a lot of sunny (if bitterly cold) days to enjoy in the National Capitol Region. I can take the cold in stride (well almost... I DO hail from the Mojave Desert after all!) as long as there's bright sunshine to help me forget the extra crisp air. Lucky for me, this week is supposed to be GORGEOUS! I feel spring fever coming on... This weekend I grabbed the camera and caught a couple of nap-time shots out in the duckyard. The chickens were off doing very important chicken things so I'll have to catch you up on them some other time. Rusty Goosey-Goose does the old "one-footed-nap" thing... I would just topple right over! I'm not even good at these poses when I'm very purposefully practicing yoga... I wonder how a fat goose is so good at it? . Rusty is now grumpy that I've disturbed nap-time: "Listen here crazy camera lady with all your fancy snip-snap-snap... we're CLEARLY trying to get some beauty rest here. You don't think this majesty before you just happens by magic do you?" . Cindy-Lou and Daisy-Lou, my little runner babies. These girls are my ditzy blondes of the bunch... they're so funny to watch running around being silly! These little sweeties just started laying eggs. . This is Shadow, my Black Cayuga drake. Isn't he a pretty boy? When he was just a little fuzzy thing he was a "house duck" and lived in Bethesda with a nice gal named Gina. She called me to find out if I'd adopt him because she had to move and couldn't take Shadow with her. When he first got here he followed me everywhere talk-talk-talking away. Then, when it came time to integrate him with the flock, he discovered he was a duck and that he liked living with the other ducks and that I was simply no longer cool anymore. I was sad the first time he didn't come to sit in my lap when I called him but I knew it was for the best and that he was happy. He has 3 Cayuga girls to cover now anyway, so he's a busy boy these days. . Here's Shadow with one of his pretty little Cayuga girls. . See how big Shadow is compared to my American Goose? And while he's much lighter than my Muscovy drake (9lbs vs 14lbs) he's similarly sized. He's also still very talkative with his deep and raspy drake voice. . There's a special place in my heart for Khaki Campbell ducks. Don't tell the other ducks, but these gals are my favorite :) I only have two, this is pretty little Faith. She's always the first of the group to come up to me when I have treats. All the ducks are fairly shy (compared to my chickens who'll peck at my feet to get me to throw the greens their way!) and hang back a bit. But this little gal isn't afraid to step up and ask nicely for her kale treat. I don't mind so much that I'm just the "food lady", they are ducks after all, but it always makes me smile that she's happy to see me and runs over to see what kind of "salad" I have to hand out today.
. My chickens are bossy. No… I mean it. And the Rhode Island Reds are especially ornery little hens. On any typical day the chickens are running around the property here there and everywhere. Getting into stuff they’re not supposed to, eating the dog kibble (which is a lot more expensive than chicken kibble), and generally making a nuisance of themselves. The dogs completely ignore them so their uppity attitudes are lost on my hounds, the cat steers clear of them because she can recognize a troublemaker when she see's one, but they get pesty and stubborn with me on a regular basis - stamping their feet and hunkering down in their mulish little way, forcing me to actually pick them up to remove them from off-limits places (like my hay bale stack). But their most favorite pastime is to torment the ducks and geese. RIR's still ready to rumble and Big Boy has his forehead hackles up This morning I heard a ruckus in front of the barn and went to have a look… my Cornish Rock chicken had puffed herself all up and was guns-drawn on my 14 lbs Muscovy boy who outweighs her by a dozen pounds. He's normally pretty zen but Weheheeellll, lemme tell ya, he is NOT gonna let some chicken push him around so then when she rushed him he charged her. That (previously sweet natured) chicken fought back like a fully feathered Calamity Jane and it was ON! He got ahold of a big chunk of her neck feathers but before he could pull her down all the way to the ground she beat him with her wings pretty good. He hung on and they tussled like that for a moment before the whole barnyard waddled and ran over to see the fight. The other chickens jumped into the frackus with wings beating and Big Boy was outnumbered. He pinched a couple of them when they got close enough and it was all over in 30 seconds. I had my camera but by the time I switched it on the whole thing was done except for a little post-game chest thumping (pictured above). I still don’t know who schooled who or which started the fight (I suspect the chickens tho). The Muscovy all gathered up together and did that crane and bob thing they do in solidarity, all the while trilling and huffing what I’m sure were piercing chicken slurs at the retreating hens. Now they’re out there with their duck-chests all puffed out, strolling among the chickens daring them to stick just one chicken toe across the line. Geese and ducks high-tailing it out of the pasture A few weeks ago I was out in the yard and noticed the ducks and geese were happily grunting and chortling and digging their little beaks around in the grass, not paying much attention to anything other than tasty bugs hiding in the greens. The geese tend to stand sentry duty around the flock while they forage and were taking turns eating grass and keeping an eye out. The chickens were busily running all over the yard in a hurry to get from one very important chicken task to the next. As one of the RIR’s was wandering her way past the ducks I noticed her do a little second take at one of the geese's backside (I could almost see the wheels turning in her malicious little chicken brain)… just as the goose bent to nibble some grass that chicken goosed him! That poor Goosey-Goose jumped 4 feet in the air and let out a big old rusty honk. The RIR just carried on like nothing had happened. I would have to say the chickens firmly believe they're running the barnyard... goosing the goose? Are you kidding me? Queeny is actually a very calm & sweet girl Another time, back when Duck Dodgers had 5 Welsh Harlequin girls all to himself (I’d just harvested the other 3 drakes), he must’ve been feeling like he was the big man on campus and his little ducky britches got a bit too big for him. I was walking across the barnyard to get from one chore to another and out of the corner of my eye I saw Duck Dodgers make an opened beak threatening gesture at one of my Muscovy girls, Queeny. I stopped to watch just to see what would happen. At first Queeny pulled her head back in surprise, then a moment later she narrowed her eyes, craned out her neck and huffed her quiet Muscovy trill at him, like, “don’t you dare talk to me like that!” Duck Dodgers held his ground so she charged him! He ran, she chased and finally when she caught him she jumped on his back, dug in those pterodactyl claws, mashing him into the dirt, grabbed the back of his neck and hit his head against the ground a few times. He managed to get away and she chased him just a second longer. When he stopped and turned around she advanced again and he boogied it on out of there while she huffed and trilled and bobbed her head at him. He went back to his girlfriends and fluffed up his feathers, then resumed leading them to grazing. He didn’t mess with the Muscovy girls after that. Big Boy with his girls The four Muscovy prefer to flock by themselves. They’re a bit like a flock of 3-year-olds: very curious, get up to a bunch of hijinx, and like to explore on their own. They have their own pecking order and prefer that the other ducks maintain a little distance but they’ve generally allowed the Harlequin to hole up in their barn with them when they catch sight of a predator and run for the nearest safe portal. The Muscovy have all been sequestered for the last 3 weeks in a smallish run while they heal from hawk wounds, but I let them out into the barnyard this weekend where they encountered the geese face to face for the first time. There’s always been a thin wall of fencing between them, but they’ve interacted many times through it without any trouble. I reckon the geese decided the Muscovy would be easy to bully and came right over to lay claim to the water dish the Muscovy were using. My two most timid Muscovy hens high tailed it 'Queeeeeeg? Out of my pool!' out of reach but Queeny ignored the goose and continued to drink while Big Boy wouldn't be bullied either and did the Muscovy huff and puff. Everyone stood their ground for a moment but it looked like a draw to me since they both went their separate ways. Then later that day one of the geese wanted to push Queeny away from the waterbowl again but she ignored the goose… until he stuck is long neck out and made his rusty gate sound “Queeeeeeg?!” (you dare disobey?!). I could tell from her body language that the goose was about to get it. She stretched out her own long neck right back at the offending goose, who didn’t back down, so Queeny reached out and got herself and nice fat bite of goose chest meat in her big, pinchy beak and twisted hard… and hung on tight! The goose started to back up – all the while honking in a panic – and she hung on like a pit bull until she was sure she got her message across then she chased him for good measure. That big ol’ goose had learned a valuable lesson: don’t mess with Queeny the Muscovy girl! It might sound like there’s one rumble after another in the barnyard but most days all the animals just play and chortle and make their way from the grass to the pool. Once in a while I catch sight of… well… a sight. There’s no lack of entertainment around here, that’s for sure! This week my mom and her friend came out from California to visit for a couple of days so, of course, we three played tourist for a bit. The only time I really get out to see the sites is when I have guests in town... otherwise it's just the daily grind and then home again. It's always fun to get out there and revisit the interesting stuff we have in DC. I mean, I see the Capitol Building every day on my way into work.... but it still never gets old. And the memorials are great - the Korean War Memorial is my favorite followed by the FDR Memorial. Korean War Memorial I don’t know if it’s because I’m a patriot or if it’s the newness of living in our nations capitol, but I never tire of seeing the monuments. It brings our country’s birth into perspective for me every time. Seeing that small seed of our independence planted by bold, intrepid, and strong willed people building a new life in a new place; watching the historical timeline to see it germinate; and follow our FDR Memorial founding fathers trial and error while they tend its frail leaves with their own brand of hard hewn and hard headed individuality until it grew into the strong and vigorous grove it is today. It's amazing to me every time to see how we got from there to here. And the monuments always pull at the heartstrings. It’s important to remember that they aren’t dedicated to the celebration of war but as a remembrance to those who gave their lives so that we could remain free… or so that other nations could live free in a republic (for which it stands, one nation, under God, with Liberty and Justice for all). We saw all the monuments on the Mall but there wasn’t time to take them to Arlington – which isn’t something you breeze through. We visited a sampling of the 9 Smithsonian’s that DC has on offer, and had a wonderful dinner at the house with my closest friends. It was a lot of activity to pack into only 2 days but I had a great time. Breadline at the FDR Memorial Mom got to spend some time with the granddogs and Savannah Kitty who she hadn’t seen in a long time. And she was finally able to meet the chickens, ducks and geese and see my little operation. Buffy the Orphington had just hatched out her second brood of the season so I had 10 brand new little baby Silkies, Ameraucana’s, and Naked Neck Turkins to fascinate over. The ducks were skittish because something scared them pretty good the first day she was here. I still don’t know for sure what’s terrorizing the birds but the ducks and geese stayed in their duckyard or very close to it for those few days. Today I was out there catching up on chores all day and after I chased them out into the barnyard for exercise, sunshine and fresh pasture they decided that it was safe as long as I was out there walking around so there were a lot of happy little chortles as they found the tastier bugs. I reckon we’re back on track and I’m glad to see everyone acting like they should. Pretty Girl mostly recovered The Muscovy have spent the last 3 weeks in “sickbay” after a really horrible hawk attack in early August. All 5 were terribly maimed and I wasn’t sure 3 of them would even make it through the night. I did lose Freckles on the second day but everyone else miraculously pulled through and all their wounds have healed up so well! When I found them after the attack, I got them all cleaned up and then I applied new dressing on their wounds twice a day and got them on vitamins and probiotics (Rooster Booster is awesome!). They all stayed in a little corner of the barn sleeping most of the time for the first few days. Then when they weren’t hanging out in the barn, they were confined to a relatively small yard covered with bird netting and salted with straw to keep them all clean. Pretty Girl took the longest to come out of the barn and to heal but her wounds were the worst, except for Freckles. Eventually, I gave them a pool to swim and get themselves cleaned-up in with a good dose of vinegar to keep the bacteria in check. I was really amazed at how quickly and thoroughly they recovered… you can hardley see any scaring, it's totally amazing. Today I took down their portable fence and let them free into the barnyard… they were so happy to roam and hunt for bugs and I was happy to see them enjoying that again. I’ll miss Freckles though. She was so friendly and would come running up to me when I came out in the barnyard. This week I’ll expand the primary duckyard, effectively tripling the space to about 250’ x 250’, then put a bird netting roof over the top of it. I’ll move the Muscovy into the regular duckbarn with the rest of the flock (since they’ve been sleeping in MY barn for the last 15 weeks) and everyone will stay in the duckyard when I’m not home and only come out to range on the rest of the property when I get home from work and on the weekend. I’ve lost 20 ducks in the last 15 weeks so it’s far too dangerous for them to be out from under cover when I’m not there. |
About FarmrgirlSmall town Calif. farm-girl leaves the ranch behind for many years of adventure at sea, travels the world, then moves to Washington DC in 2007 where she finds the perfect homestead to settle down: acres of secluded Southern Maryland woods where she goes granola by raising her quality of life, Mastiffs, ducks, chickens, and tomatoes {& one Bengal kitty}... sustainably.
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