Mrs. Olsen, I Presume?

If there's some lovin' on the offspring, reminiscing on the childhood, and growin' into some country air...then just presume, it's Mrs. Olsen.

Posts labeled “chickens”

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

April Farm Developments






...the pigs and chickens got some new neighbors!

Last week, while still detoxing from hospital baby trauma, we had some exciting developments on the farm. Betty, our miserably pregnant goat, surprised us all by birthing triplet baby kids. Unlike last year's birthing, we didn't even aid (or even cheerlead) the birth. The Mister went in the back to check on the animals, and 3 little baby goats were scrambling for their first steps.



Little Rainbow Girl got stuck hanging out with the goats for a couple hours to make sure all the baby goats were nursing from their mother. Because one thing is for sure, Mrs. Olsen already has her own kid to feed, and didn't want to be stuck on bottle duty with a furry kid.



Wait a second...how did that get in there? Only machinistic institutions tag human kids. Who did that?

Back to the furry kind...



Betty on the lookout. Our other goat, Millie, tries to head-butt these baby's against the wall. What is her deal? But seriously, she is asking for it. Betty will quickly put her in her place.

Later in the week, we tackled (by "we" I mean The Mister) our new farm project of 2011. Here's a hint...



We ordered these back in February/March, and they finally arrived! There were 2 packages of bees, each 3 pounds. Nothing quite like hearing the pitter-patter of thousands of bees getting dumped into their new home. I was a little nervous.



Our neighbors got a hive last year and harvested 16 pounds of honey. We'll see how productive these guys are...and if we happen to get 30 pounds of honey, we will be more than pleased (and possibly so will anyone getting Christmas goodies this winter).



And lastly, our rooster. This guy's got it out for Rainbow Girl. He has attacked her a couple times while she was unawares, flying and pecking her knees and causing her to bleed (through her clothes. punk!).



So I've got his number:

it's

1-800-HEAD-OFF

happening later this summer.

Labels: chickens, goats, honeybees, Rainbow Girl, responsible agriculture

Monday, August 30, 2010

My How They've Grown

Remember this view from Bok Bok Cottage recently?




This was one of the three "hens" our neighbor gave to us, of which all turned out to be roosters. So this rooster was pretty young, not yet fully grown and born in April. Since we decided to raise all of our meat this year, we raised up some "broilers" and processed them this month. Much to the pleasure of can't-bend-over-for-chicken-feed-without-getting-blindsided hens, we got rid of 2 roosters with our batch of meat birds. So check out this next photo, it is a picture of two chicken thighs. One belongs to the rooster, and the other to a younger (by about a month) genetically hyperdriven meat bird.

proceed with caution vegetarians..
.




Fascinating right?

I don't mean to disrespect the life of these birds by the way.

Speaking of genetically hyperdrives, my little guy turned 5 this month.


Lucky for me, Grandma Cozy had the kids for a sleepover (in the camper wahoo!) and Vanilla Wafer was able to wake up with a special breakfast and wishes for a good time as a 5 year old. Here's Grandma with princess cousins Olivia and Ruby.



It was just one year ago I was pulling out all the stops for his 4th birthday party.


Adorable right?

...Here's another recent view from Bok Bok Cottage. Our little baby goats when they were a few days old.

Cheesy I know, but sometimes it's nice to hold something like a baby that you didn't have to bleed, sweat, and cry for.

But even these little goats grew up faster than I wanted. Here they are just a couple weeks back.

That picture was for the online classifieds. Boo!

I was relieved when a young family bought them to help their kids learn how to raise goats for 4-H (no immediate butchering...yay!). But my mother heart was breaking when the mama goat Matilda was desperately bleating for her little babies for a couple of days.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm really cut out to be a farmgirl.

over and out...

Labels: chickens, goats, responsible agriculture, Vanilla Wafer

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Garden Delights


My garden life typifies the battle between flesh and spirit. Late winter and early spring I think about how I need to plan out my garden, I marvel when I hear that people planted lettuce and onions in March, and I am certain! to have the beautiful, blossoming, tamed wilderness in my own backyard. Then July hits. I wither in the heat. I crawl into my basement and dream of dewey, windy, blustery and beautiful Oregon Coast.


Now? It's June and unseasonably wet and cold. Everyone's complaining but I'm still in my honeymoon phase of gardening. The excitement began back in April when I found some recycled composite raised garden beds. No deteriorating! No staining! I was sold! The Mister of the House brought home 6 boxes (essentially twelve 3.5X3.5 foot squares), and I was left to configure them on the lawn. I pored over these suggestions of stacking and staggering the boxes.


I officially purchased 12 squares, but I longed to have a stacked look. By redirecting the middle support beam OUT instead of IN on the bottom row, we were able to butterfly 4 boxes out from the main line. Does that even make sense? By pulling out the support centers (with the exception of the row 2) I was able to have 11 squares intact for planting, and still keep the easy to reach and mighty-perty stacked center.



Boxes 3 and 4 we planted perennial crops asparagus and strawberries. Because they are proficient spreaders, we put them in the box that is enclosed on all sides. For asparagus, you dig down 8 inches and then plant. As they shoot through the dirt, you pile more dirt on them. Look how they have already taken off (box 3)! It will be two more years until we start harvesting them. Be excited!



We tilled up the grass, put down weed barrier, and halfway enclosed the garden with 6 cedar posts. The posts are 8 feet apart and in the middle are some newly planted grapevines. These vines will be trained along the wires at 2 and 4 feet, and include table grapes and raisin grapes, all seedless. In the above pic you will see the fake owl that is supposed to scare the birds away from my garden. Not quite sure if it is really working yet.



This butterflied box is on the east side, so in the afternoon it is a little shaded by the middle stack. I planted lettuce there because it prefers colder temps, and I knew it wouldn't mind. It was just yesterday that I had my FIRST salad cut fresh from the garden. Delish!



Here is a picture showing the full configuration. 5 rows long with 4 butterflies, and a regular 2 square at the edge. Filled with compost, peat moss, vermiculite and poop...we're ready to roll!

From June2010


So I have to admit, I was pushing for the raised beds because A)my buff neighbor Katrina grows a killer garden and has them ....and B) I have been LooooOoving this book "The Backyard Homestead" and it talks about how great raised beds are to have warm dirt in the spring, plant things closer and utilize space, and keep weeds out. The full title of the book is "The Backyard Homestead: Produce all the food you need on just a quarter acre". Here's a snippet.



Another tip I got from this book was a teepee trellis for vining crops. So when I found some 10 foot tree limbs in the canyon, I brought them home and made this makeshift play-place for the kids. Here is our teepee that we planted pole beans and melons around the base.



I am totally a novice gardener. It was just yesterday I found out that if you grow melons and squash next to each other, they become cross-dressing transvestites. By that I mean you will have a disgusting pumpkin flavored watermelon. No thanks! So we just transplanted squash (i.e. pumpkins) away from the melons and we'll see if we get any crop from these heat-loving crops that need 100+ days to mature. Yikes!



The pole beans are already starting to do their work.

In the main old-fashioned garden bed we are planting potatoes and corn. Since we have animals, we used the old hay and straw to keep weeds down and mark pathways in the garden.



So all I have to say is CHICKENS! They have kicked out all my straw searching for bugs. I was excited to have chickens to eat bugs in the garden, but am wondering if they will do more harm than good (i.e. pecking new buds on my baby grapevines and stories of chickens pecking ripe delicious produce). One peck is all it takes for the floodgates to open.

So considering keeping the chickens out of the entire yard. Hmmmm.



Here we are at Old Faithful last week. While we were vacationing, the chickens were busy scattering my straw. Argh.

Labels: chickens, FreshGreens, fun with nature, garden

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Citrus Week Recipe: Avocado Lime Ice Cream

Since Mrs. Olsen has been yapping SaladThis and SaladThat I thought I should try to lighten up a little. Although I think it's an excellent idea, I am not completely off of sugar. My family is enjoying our little food revolution with whole foods and fruits & veggies, and so I'm feeling good about the occasional splurge. When my co-op baskets included avocados and limes recently, I decided to dig up an old ice cream recipe in this fabulous recipe book.


I'll be honest, this ice cream is not loved by The Mister of the House. So I only make it every couple of years, and try it out on fresh palettes so I can feel like a gourmet chef. So that book inspired me, but I changed it up a little to see if I could tone down some flavors and hopefully win over some new lovers of this beautiful green ice cream.





So yeah, there are eggs in this recipe. It's a common thing in ice cream, and totally freaks my mother out.







Get it back to 160 (with the eggs), then the food freaks can chill out.

This was a basic alteration of the recipe. Some ice cream recipes want you to heat up the cream with granulated sugar. I have found that sweetened condensed milk saves you the trouble of messing with cream that could get too hot while allowing your sugar to be perfectly dissolved. It makes a perfect flavor base for other ice creams like chocolate or peppermint. Anyway, back to our green dream...

Pull that pan off when it hits 160, then let it cool down to room temp. Then throw it in the fridge to chill. While that's happening, you can get your flavors ready.



After the custard base is cooled down, mix it in with your avocados, lime, and cream. Here's a picture of all of it together in my ice cream machine canister. I gave it one last stir before I rigged my old school machine up.



So my ice cream machine uses ice and rock salt. There are lots of newer and more expensive and cooler machines you can use. The good thing is, it's not even necessary to own an ice cream machine to make this recipe. I'll spill it out in the end when I give the actual recipe. Deal?



So then my moment of yearning for approval was upon us. I decided to let some tasters in on my gourmet ice cream with these simple rules:

Rule #1) You must take 3 bites before you decide how you feel about it.

Rule #2) You must use only 2 words to describe this ice cream.

Here's my tasters:



Aahhh. Dangit!



Sheesh. I thought the female would pull through for me. She said she liked it, but "guacamole-ey" didn't really convince me. It's okay Sara, keep feeding me every week and I'll get over it.



Mr. Gourmet Ice Cream Lover wasn't a huge fan. His word choice was....hmmmm, polite. We'll just say that much.



Aw crap. But alas, some of my blood came through for me!



So since toddlers are sugar freaks and will eat sugar granules if it's available, I wasn't feeling too gourmet-like when The Buddha Baby was the only one who really "yiked it".

Fortunately, the next day I played volleyball. My friend Toshia had asked me for this recipe, so I said "Hey, come over and taste it for yourself. But I have some rules while you eat it" and she said Deal!

So my last and final taster was Toshia.



Phew! So maybe I'm not completely nuts. This ice cream isn't for everybody obviously, but I think it's fun! Here's the recipe:

AVOCADO LIME ICE CREAM

3 RIPE AVOCADOS
4 SMALL LIMES (or 2 REGULAR LIMES)
1 (14oz) CAN SWEETENED CONDENSED MILK
4 EGG YOLKS (save the egg whites if you do not own an ice cream machine)
2 1/2 CUPS HEAVY CREAM

Put yolks in a bowl and beat until runny. Set aside. Heat up milk on medium heat until it reaches 160 degrees. Slowly drizzle egg yolks into milk and whisk while doing so. Get temp back up to 160 and then pull off to cool. Stir it up every once in a while.

Meanwhile, mash your avocados and grate the rind off of your limes. Then squeeze the juice from the limes as well.

Once your egg base is cooled, mix it together with your mash as well as your cream. Stir together in your canister and let the machine go to work!

VARIATION: If you don't have a machine, mix all the stuff and then put in freezer safe container. Pull out ever 15-25 minutes and beat up so ice crystals don't form. In one of your pulls, stir in reserved egg whites that are beaten stiff. Continue to pull out and beat until the entire mixture is at least soft-set (all frozen, but still soft). At this point, just let it continue to freeze and harden in your freezer.

Enjoy!

Labels: chickens, Citrus Week, recipe

Friday, March 26, 2010

Farm Freshening

Spring has found its embodiment of life, innocence, promise, and soft fluffy feel-good-ness with some new baby chicks. Check it out!







Last year our baby chicks lived in a cardboard box lined with newspaper. With a heat lamp above them, food and water inside, it was sufficient to get them big and strong enough until they could hold their own at Bok Bok Cottage.

This year, The Mister of the House improved our system and built a brooding box for the baby chicks. These are all little ladies, and their eggs will range in color from tan, brown, coffee brown, white, and green! A beautiful protein rainbow if you ask me!



He did great by building this contraption for a measly fifty bucks. Not bad shnookums.



As a bonus to the future rainbow of eggs, the offspring get some springtime cuddles.







Enjoy your stay for now ladies, cause the genetically disturbed meat birds are coming in May!


Labels: chickens, offspring

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

curiosity

Since late November, a white hen has been separated from the brood fussing about Bok Bok Cottage. The sickness in her lungs was obvious, gurgling escaped with each breath. Because we didn't want her illness to spread, we put her in the halfway house.





Without the artificial light, she stopped laying eggs. But because she was already at the bottom of the pecking order, she was free for a while from the other hens that constantly butted in front of her at the food pen. A mixed blessing perhaps?

Yesterday, The Mister of the House conspired to put her out of her misery, and went to the back with his axe. I desperately stayed in the house for
no particular reason.

Moments later, he came back with the axe still clean. "I lifted her up and listened to her breathing long and hard...and I think she's better".

I was happy.

So back to Bok Bok she goes. And today after getting the eggs, Rainbow Girl rushes inside to declare that the chicken is dead in the cottage.

So I walked to the back, and wormed my arms inside a garbage bag and grabbed her by the legs. I pulled the bag around her, tied it up, and threw it in the trash. Poor girl had been hen-pecked to death.

Farm fresh eggs high in omega-3's! Happy chickens outside of cages! These are our slogans plodding us along our little hobby of a farm. And me bordering on vegetarianism when I have to axe our Thanksgiving Mistress.

O the savagery of Nature!
The Matter-of-Factness bordering on Refreshing!
The Curiosity of This Day...

Labels: chickens

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Prowess for the Thanksgiving Princess

Okay ladies! One week is all we have until the big dance. You know what I'm talking about. All the moms, grannies, aunts, and the occasional occupational male chef put on a show of creativity, baked goods, harvest wares, and 12-piece place settings amidst all the important people in their life on the Annual Day of Thanks. Now if you want to actually have time to take a shower and smell nice, then you'll want to follow The Pioneer Woman's Thanksgiving Cooking Schedule that begins on Monday.


Yep. You heard me. Monday. And to add to this schedule, Mrs. Olsen has some special preparations that will help your Thanksgiving Feast be over the top! The perfect place settings that use mini-pumpkins, candy corn, and popcorn...the best silverware polish you can make from scratch!....and adorable crafts that will force your rugrats to stop and think about all the dang things you do for them all the time and that they should be grateful for...I've got it all here!



Let's start here shall we?



Wait, what is that? Let's get a better look shall we?



*cough* Where in the good heck are my candy corns? That axe is totally rusty! I have a feeling there's no such thing as a home remedy for rusting axes...uh, I mean silverware. Uh, I mean...where am I?

Okay, the gigs up people. I killed 2 turkeys yesterday and it wasn't funny at all. See now, when we moved to a little more country last year we wanted to be more self-sufficient. We wanted that connection to food that has been culturally lost, but is probably still pretty important, and very likely even vital to our existence. So I asked for it, but I swear I didn't sign up for this.

Keep reading if you dare, but consider yourself warned.



First of all, I thought it would be no big deal cause I've been dealing with a kid that freaks out whenever she has to go collect eggs. Mr. Tom can't let Miss Hen turn her head without saying Excuse me? Look at me! My feathers are ruffled up for you baby. I love you! Wanna come stay with me at Bok Bok Cottage over the weekend? So Miss Turkey Hen literally runs for her life whenever my kid shows up. She's runs at them, jumps up on them, and totally freaks them out. Hence, the big stick carried by Rainbow Girl (and tears).



When he gets all hot and bothered wantin' some feather love, he puffs up and his face turns blue. Isn't he pretty?



Oh how I desperately wanted to film The Mister of the House trying to catch this big guy, but I was disappointed when he brought out a long metal hook, caught his foot, and pulled him right into his fateful arms.



So here's this picture again. See those 2 little nails that the axe is resting in? That is where you catch the head, then pull the neck and head down over the sawhorse. Usually The Mister has some boy helpers, but he exhausted their services this spring, and so it was just me and him. I was really really nervous.

I had to hold the feet of the turkey while The Mister took the axe. I'm a tough girl okay? I'm on the lazy side but I love nature, want to live simply, and outweigh most Mormon mommies on my block. I had no notions of my toughness, or expectations of how I should act when the axe came down.

Thwump!

Half of the neck is open, and I'm holding onto a body that is flapping and flailing. I scream like I'm trying out for Return of the Rapist Swamp Thing. I screamed, inhaled, screamed, The Mister is yelling 'Let go of the feet! Let it go!' and I am frozen, holding the flailing body, and screaming and screaming. And even as I write this, I have to admit that I was truly truly traumatized, because when I finally did let go and shuffled backwards away from the scene of the crime, I started sobbing my guts out.

What the hell?

For real.

When I finally mentally checked myself Uh, Mrs. Olsen you are freaking out. You are being a dumb girl. Please stop crying. Please stop. So I stopped and looked over across the yard. All my laying hens, who had been pecking in the garden and flowerbeds just moments before, were frozen in there tracks. I then watched all of them hightail it into the safety of Bok Bok Cottage.



And guess what? I had to do it again, was still in shock, and shocked at how freaked out I was, but then got to hold the ladies feet while the axe came down. No screaming that time, but I winced and sobbed some more.

Anybody that doesn't appreciate their turkey dinner is getting it shoved down their face by yours truly.



But wait, there's more! Here's a drill bit that has rubber stoppers to help pluck the feathers. We actually didn't use it, cause our learning curve taught us that you drop the birds in hot hot water and the feathers will then pull out nice and easy.





I post these photos with an outpouring of love and respect for the life of these birds. After plucking the feathers, you lightly torch them to get the remaining hairs burned off.



Did you know you had to do that?

Signed,

Started my cycle today but don't think that
had anything to do with it


p.s. my turkeys had a good life and for that I am grateful.

Post-Edit: I'm not sure I can fully describe the emotional wave that overthrew me with the post-screaming sobbing. Racked. Tears. Wrenched face. Curious husband. Mascara down past my cheekbones sobbing. I mean, my shoulders were shaking with each cry. Did anyone see/love the movie Raising Arizona? Holly Hunter is in the car after they stole their baby and she starts crying: I just love him so much (and her shoulders move up and down about 5 times in that sentence). Anyway, high school break-ups were never as emotionally draining as watching the violent release of the life of our turkeys. How do hunters do it?



Labels: chickens, Keeping it Real, Rainbow Girl, Thanksgiving

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Shush

By some summer miracle, this blog is getting updated. There is so much going on, I'm not quite sure where to begin, how to end, or what to expound. So now that I have a second at this way-past-bedtime shush, I thought I'd throw out a taste of Mrs. Olsen's Summer of Oh-Nine so far....


and reverence. Also curiosity, dry heaving & new theories about millenial life. Hmmmm..?


wish these were my toes darnit. Purple!

My mommy moved home from Hawaii, and my sissy got in a big jet airplane all the way across the U.S. so we could digest an Idaho sunset together. Aaaaahh.... p.s. over a foot cut off my locks and the olfactory cells reminiscing Apache Avenue when I got a perm the first time in over 15 years!

Looksie!

A Circus! Right in our neighborhood!

I haven't looked this good in a suit since Ricks College!

If anyone is reading these blurbs: Please take a guess at how much older cousin on the left is than Rainbow Girl?

Round 2 of the neighborhood circus. Notice the cat-like poise of Rainbow Girl via Tiger! Yeow!


Aaahh. For reals my only daughter got baptized and received The Gift of the Holy Ghost, and my heart nearly exploded with JOY!



Labels: chickens, offspring, Rainbow Girl, religious musings