five acres in florida

i've been debating consolidating this little farm blog with my 'mama' blog - yes, it has been 100% about pregnancy and birth from the start, but since (with all likelihood) my childbearing days are about to end, i think it is time to combine them. the "farm" is no less part of my life than parenting, and vice versa. so posts here are basically over, i think, and i am shifting over to http://september-mama.blogspot.com.

i'll migrate all the links too, but they will still be here as well. thanks for reading!

is OBVIOUSLY cheesecake! made with yogurt cheese and yogurt! i'm already drooling...

i just got a springform pan from my great grandmother's kitchen the other day and i am so ready to use it. plus all these eggs we've got from my chicken, my mom's chickens, and my uncle's chickens leave me plenty to work with.

i am going to get cracking on this right now :)

score! we have chantrelles growing quite happily under the oak right next to the house. i found a little patch of 5 or 6 golden lovelies which i brought in to identify, and my suspicions were correct :). i have never eaten chantrelles and i will need a recipe to know what to do with them, but anything i get wild makes me happy (especially in my own yard).

yesterday i picked a whole bag full of wild grapes from the neighbor's front fence, and today i mixed them with some of our june harvest of blackberries to make wine. only about 3/4 gallon, but with a few more episodes of picking i could theoretically make a decent-sized batch of the stuff. last time we made blackberry wine we used a "fancy" recipe, complete with special yeast and clarifiers and plenty of high-tech equipment, but it turned out not unlike mouthwash in terms of alcohol content--though tasty enough, if you could stand the burn--so this time i'm doing the hillbilly sugar+yeast version. it's also ready a lot quicker that way; 6 weeks instead of 6-12 months. i'll be ready for this one just about when the little mister is arriving... maybe we can have it as our celebration wine on his birth day :)

i used the weed-eater for the first time today, and i must admit it wasn't really very fun. the vibration was intensely unpleasant, it was heavy, and apparently the freaking string was busted b/c i wasn't really making a lot of progress... but matt cleaned up after my attempt and at least i can say i tried. i also discovered a flower on my morning glory vine (planted to grow up the hand rails to the front door), which delights me! i have recently been training them up the sides, as they are now long enough to really get up there and make a show. matt has done a great job cleaning up the back yard from all the leftover debris of the old trailer... he was actually shoveling little handfuls of broken glass and crap into a trash can today.

(train of thought interrupted, blog over. but i'm sure i'll pick it up later!)

matt spent all last weekend mowing and clearing out the extremely overgrown sections of the yard that could be better utilized in the future; it looks great! no more piles of dead branches and 5ft high weeds near the chicken coop or within 100ft of the house. i did my part by weeding my "flower beds" around the front door, and now i just have to hit it with the weed-whacker to get the tall grass down.

i realized he's nesting, in his own way. we had a long brainstorm about the barn yesterday morning, which i guess he wants to get started on so that we can acquire a few sheep (i think he's decided against the goat plan). he had the amusing thought that a cow/horse stall only needed to be 4ft across... ?!?! thank the gods one of us has experience with large any animals! but i think we got the basic plan down, and he's been compiling materials slowly, so it might get started relatively soon.

he also mowed down the garden, which disturbed me more than a little. he does these impulsive things sometimes that just make me go "huh?!" ...from my view at the house, it looked like there were tomatoes on those plants. he says everything was rotten and dead. whatever. i guess it's time to prep for the fall garden and he just couldn't wait.

our rooster is a great one but damn, his crowing all morning is really annoying! he does it non-stop from about 6am-7am, and then intermittently until about 9am. i don't know what he's yelling about, but it really drives me nuts sometimes. i'm just glad we only have ONE of them! i did catch him... fertilizing... the australorp hen the other day, which i hope means she'll start laying any day now. as soon as she starts i'm going to let big mama barred rock hatch some chicks. time to increase the flock.

last night i got my first injury in a long time, thanks to butters. i knew it would happen eventually, i just wasn't sure what it would be or how bad. she didn't mean to do it, but i was sitting practically underneath her (i'm small and i can't reach--or sustain the position--from afar) and she got restless because she ran out of food, so she tried to walk a bit and her foot bumped the milk bucket, then continued to seek a place to step but the bucket and i were in her way, and i think she sort of lost her balance and got nervous... it all happened very fast but in trying to get the hell out of the way (and save the milk from tipping over) i scored a massive hoof scrape on my right hip, a sliced middle fingertip on my right hand, and a nasty cut on the back of my left hand. i'm not exactly sure how my hands got involved but they did. (oh and she kicked a bunch of dirt into the milk anyway, on top of spilling 1/3 of it, so my injuries were for nothing.) my hip looks like i have about 10 inches of bruised, deep road burn that someone applied with a flourish from a paintbrush... and it burns like hell with an undertone of bruised ouch, even today. my hand hurts quite a lot, too. it was really scary though, because she was literally an inch or so away from catching my belly with that hoof... i was terrified she had, actually, but baby gave me some resounding kicks after we both calmed down a bit, so i know he was unfazed.

anyway, it's been a long time since i was stepped on, kicked at, thrown off, or otherwise hurt by a quadruped. the feeling is always the same though; a sense of OH CRAP THAT COULD HAVE BEEN BAAAAD and relief that it wasn't. breathe, assess your hurts, and move on--and watch out next time. horses and cows are so big, even when they're not, and it's easy to get complacent around them and forget they can hurt you without meaning to. humans are fragile little things, and i'm not so agile in my burdened state...

today our dogs returned to their original owner. matt and i are both broken up about it even though it needed to happen.

it sucks! :(

wow, we've had a weird couple of days around here. it started great, with my cousin unexpectedly bringing over a pair of cute young hens to add to our dwindling flock--the other chickens took to them immediately and everybody was happy...the rooster danced for them something fierce, which was hilarious! they're sweet little things too, one even let me pet her.

then i started to get stressed over the dog situation because literally no one has expressed interest in taking them, and every rescue i called either told me they are "full" already or they only rescue dogs from kill shelters... one guy even went into detail regarding why now was the worst time for adult dog adoptions, as apparently we're in "puppy season" and they can save about 10 puppies for every adult dog they take in. with matt ready to drive over to animal services every night, i have been freaking out and getting depressed that they would be euthanized in a few days...

then butters managed to open the gate to her pasture--which wasn't quite latched properly--such that i found her browsing the yard when i went out to milk her. of course matt wasn't home, so i was on my own dealing with coaxing her back into the pasture before she decided the driveway looked like a nice path to walk down... it was a major pain in the ass. she was stressed because the dogs had been going nuts, she was covered in flies (like she never is in the field), and she had no intention of going back into the pasture. she would happily follow me right to the gate, but refused to cross over into it... it took a lot of effort and patience in the drizzling rain and intense heat to get her back in, but i finally did it. i set her up in the milking stand right away and went back into the house to get the rest of the equipment (at least, the pieces i hadn't dropped in the yard while frantically rushing to grab a bucket of feed when i saw her loose), and by the time i came back out she had somehow magically turned around in the tiny space and was proceeding to attempt to crawl UNDER the 2ft-high chain at the back of the milking stand. in the process, she was (naturally) yanking the 4x4s out of their post-holes until i thought the whole thing was going to collapse on her. so i freak, again, and run like hell out there--which is neither easy nor comfortable at 8 months pregnant--to calm her down enough to get her to stop what she's doing so i can let her out. i was rather pissed at her by this point. after i caught my breath and gathered all the milking equipment, again, i put her back in to the stand, again, and was able to milk her... though the brat shunned hay that night and demanded bucket after bucket of feed instead. as if she deserved it.

last night one of her udders was alarmingly swollen and tight, but it didn't feel hot so i figured she was just engorged for some reason... after milking her with the machine for a good 15-20 minutes with no noticeable change in that quarter, we gave up and i went to hand milking... and there was some nasty stringy shit hanging out of her nipple! at least it explained why the udder wasn't draining. so i started to try to clear it out and the nipple felt like it was full of lumpy, rubbery cheese. really, really gross stuff came out. i milked it until it was dry, and she was still swollen and tight. we assumed mastitis, because what else could it be? matt did some research and concluded that milk from mastitis is totally not safe to drink, while my research indicated no problem at all. so i still don't really know.* we didn't keep the milk, in any case, because she stuck her filthy hoof right into the bucket while i was finishing the good udders. almost a gallon wasted! so this morning i rushed out to the feed store at 8am to get some antibiotics just in case--though my intention was to milk, milk, milk, and massage her to clear it up naturally if possible, as one would do in a human. when i came home and went out to tackle the chore, the udder was totally normal. i felt a tiny clot of yuck in there, but it came right out and after that it was normal milk and her quarter wasn't swollen or anything. i hand-milked a bit from each teat just to check her out and to empty that one somewhat (i probably should have really milked it, but there didn't seem to be infection anymore). i didn't expect it to clear up so fast, but i'm glad! and now we have the antibiotics on-hand for future use, if needed.

so tonight we'll see what happens; we're milking early because we actually have a party to go to :). matt is paranoid that the milk is still not ok, and that it wasn't ok a few days ago either, but he really has no idea what he's talking about. you can't predict ahead of time when a boob is going to get mastitis, so you NEVER know if it's "safe" by his reasoning. as a lactating mammal myself, i give my own sensibilities much more clout on this matter. if there isn't lumpy crap in it and the udder feels/looks right, the milk is fine. period.


*i DO know that in humans, babies are supposed to nurse on moms with mastitis as a cure for it, and it doesn't hurt the baby one bit! it seems weird to me that there would be anything wrong with drinking it, despite bacteria, but whatever. pasteurization could fix that if it was really a concern. if i wasn't pregnant i would not be half so cautious.

oh it's going so well. matt devoured my last loaf with no comments about it tasting "fishy" (the weirdo)... in fact, this was the sourest loaf yet and he clearly enjoyed it. i'm making another to take to a birthday party--along with some brown sugar & cider pulled pork--tomorrow.

i really want to try these sourdough pretzels! the recipe makes so many i will definitely get some freezer stash out of it, too, which is always nice. not today though; too many other kitchen things to do.

like making rowan's freeze-ahead yogurt cups. i made a new batch of yogurt with added powdered milk for thickening, and it worked wonderfully. it's a tiny bit lumpy but yogurt usually is, so i don't care. stonyfield uses pectin, i noticed, which i might try later... but for now the extra protein in the powdered milk is good for her. going to try turning it into a "vanilla" batch and then blending in various fruits.