First Fruits…errr Eggs

Early September of 2014 was when we surprised our children with some chicks and ducklings.  So far, it has proven to be a wonderful experience for them participating in the process of raising our own food.  Only there really wasn’t much food out of these chickens, just a lot of food going into them.  Until  3 weeks into January of 2015 when they finally started laying eggs.  That puts our chickens now at about 5 and a half months old based on what we were told when we bought the chicks.

I think most kids in the United States today are so far removed from what it takes to create the food we serve on our tables.  That’s just true of Americans in general I guess who often take food for granted.  I often wonder what percentage of the population would starve to death if restaurants and grocery stores just disappeared.  Hopefully I gift my children with something more than how to work to buy food, but also how they can grow/raise/harvest/gather/hunt their own.  That takes me learning a whole lot more though as well but I am up for the challenge.

first-eggs-01At this point, the kids hadn’t been looking for eggs because everyone told us that they wouldn’t start laying until they had about 14 hours of daylight each day.    Well that doesn’t hit for about 2 more months here in Wisconsin but ours definitely started laying.    At the first egg sighting there was an egg in the nesting box, a few eggs under the roosts (not all cracked even!) and others just scattered on the coop floor.  The kids were bursting they were so excited to tell me but waited until I got home from work.

We had no idea of how long some of the eggs were sitting out there, so we didn’t use them.  Although with our Wisconsin winters they likely stayed colder than they would in our fridge.  We cracked a few of the first batch to see what they looked like and found they looked just like eggs!  Wow.  A family of city-folk raised chickens through winter and got some eggs out of them.  (and meat too if you missed that experience about Jelly Bean and Meanie).  It has been great fun, great stories for the kids to share and new responsibilities for them first-eggs-02to be given.   Since the first egg find, they have wanted to check quite often for new gifts left by then hens.  Our hens have fairly consistently been laying an egg each per day now as we are a week in.  With three hens that isn’t much but it works for how much we eat.  We do have a rooster and believe that if we wanted to incubate the eggs we would likely get some more chicks out of it.  We are saving that until it gets just a little warmer outside though.

I’ve found that chickens seem to be extremely difficult to pay for themselves with their contributions to our table.  I know people usually raise animals so they know where their meat comes from more so than because it’s cheaper.  I think chickens could get to the point where they give us more back than they cost us but only once we have a permanent and well thought out coop and have maintained for a few years with out any major investments.  Our chickens are not any sought after variety as far as I know.  When we bought them they were just referred to as barnyard variety.  I think that means they are mutts.

I’d love to hear about your first egg experience for those with chickens.


My Almost Carbon Neutral Home Heating

About a month ago, I embarked on a journey that would make some pretty big holes in our recently purchased home. It would also make some good sized holes in our savings account.  Hopefully it keeps me from making that big theoretical hole in the ozone any bigger.  That’s what carbon neutral is all about, right?

After our first start to a typical Wisconsin winter on propane heat, it didn’t take long for me to want to find alternative ways to heat the home.  Conserving heat would bring the biggest savings, but with kids and a puppy the cold air is constantly finding ways to rush into the house while someone is standing in the open door way trying to remember what they wanted to ask on their way out.   I like the idea of being environmentally friendly but only so much control is in my hands.

So I installed a wood furnace and it was a lot of work.  In our two story house, the made in USA DAKA furnace sits in our basement and is tied into our forced air furnace to distribute the warm air.  With no existing chimney we had to go up through our first floor living room, second floor bedroom closet, through the attic and out the roof.  This meant about 30 feet of insulated, chimney pipe and 4 holes each about a foot wide in the house, 1 for each floor and the roof.  Some hardwood floor was pulled up, some carpeting and obviously had to cut through that very important moisture barrier called the roof.

This whole process would have been much easier had I decided to do it in summer where I could take my time and work in better climate.  Of course that isn’t what I did though and I found a wonderful 40 degree day in January in Wisconsin to do the roof work.  If you are not familiar with the frozen tundra up here, that isn’t very typical.  So I’ll take it and appreciate it!  My determination was to quickly get the furnace in so that I could take advantage of it as much as possible in this winter.  With it being done mid January I think that means I have about 7 months of winter left!

ok.  It’s not really that bad here.

After blood sweat and experimentation with an AC current relay, the furnace is now running and we had a pile of wood delivered.  I think we may have gotten less than we thought we should have but unless I am willing to stack it all, I can’t really prove that.  The logs sure go into the furnace faster than I would have thought too.  I am still trying to figure out the balance of the damper control and the draft regulator to prevent heat that I could capture and use for heat from escaping through the chimney.

And if you are wondering about the picture of the lift…I am a wimp. I hate heights and there was no way I was risking climbing from a ladder onto a slippery roof.  So I splurged and rented a boom lift.  Even more so than the convenience was how much fun it was for my brother, my brother in law and myself.

Yes, with the gas to pull the lift to my house, it wasn’t very carbon neutral.  And the electricity to power the blower motor is not very carbon neutral.  So as the haters are hating I would just like to be thankful for the nice wood furnace I have and think about the fact I might be making some positive difference.

Check back for more specific details on the installation process.

Dad getting up with baby in the middle of the night

New Dad at Eight Months

More months have passed than I had hoped to report on the adventures of being a new dad. My son is now eight and a half months old and I will talk about what has been happening for about the last month I assume. It’s funny that as fast as reality changes, old realities become distant memories. It’s difficult to remember my son when he wasn’t forming any syllables, holding his own bottle, and laughing at almost everything I do. I love getting a reaction out of him. I have him trained now that when he thinks I’m about to tickle him, he starts screaming. It’s really funny because it is like clockwork. I make a quick move towards his ribs and he thinks he knows what’s coming and screams accordingly. A happy scared scream, that is.

I think he actually has me more figured out than I have him. I am still trying to find the secret formula to get him to sleep through the night. I often think I have a new plan that will keep him satisfied and asleep, but it never works. Either my wife or I are waking up with him to rewrap him in his blanket or feed him at night. If I haven’t mentioned before that I can be kind of a bear at night when woken up, then now is the time to admit my level of irrationality in the middle of the night. I sometimes think that I could maybe get him to stop crying before I will feed him because he gets so worked up. He wins. There is only so much I can take before I just give him what he wants. At 8 months old, he isn’t as open to logic and rationality as I might hope for by this point.

But he has the beginning of a tooth!

My wife and I have been waiting for a while to see something poke through his gums and we finally have. If I thought he was irrational before, I think I am in for a treat. Now he’s not only in charge, he doesn’t even know what he wants. Like a crazy dictator!

Now let’s talk about sleep again. I used to take a full night’s sleep for granted. Even when my son was born through the first 6 months or so, sleepless nights seemed expected. At 8 months old my expectations were that he would be sleeping through the night by now. With that not being the case, my appreciation for little things in life continues to grow. It’s a good thing. I am grateful that sleeping continuously from midnight to 9:00 AM on a Sunday morning means so much to me. I want to enjoy little things more and having a baby gives a man so many opportunities.

The joy that my son brings though is the biggest “little” thing I’ve learned to enjoy. I get home from work and always enjoy the way he smiles at me as if acknowledging that he’s happy I’m home. My other kids often do the same only their smile is in the form of seeing how much weight I can have thrown at me as I walk up the stairs. I usually cannot even hit the couch before they have a request they’ve been waiting for hours to ask. My wife reminds them often that their chances are better for me to say yes when they give me more time to settle in. I often say no because I really need some time to wind down after work, but it is fun that they ask.

So what is 8 months? It’s appreciating that you still don’t get as much sleep as you want and watching the little one really start to blossom. It’s beginning to chase your son or daughter around the house. There isn’t much cuter than them kicking it in high gear, scurrying across the floor when they realize you are about to stop their current pursuit of the curtains. Or the TV. Or the outlets. Or the crumb you just dropped. Or the ball of yarn. Or the scissors. It’s enjoying all of that.

First Chicken Butcher

The First Butcher (ie Jelly Bean and Meanie are in the Fridge)

About a month ago, I publicly shared about how I didn’t have the right to eat meat. The reason was that I found every excuse possible to get out of butchering my first chicken. I was intimidated and scared and in the end didn’t do it.  Almost 4 months ago, we bought 9 chicks and 3 ducklings.  As of earlier this week, we had 6 chickens left and unfortunately two of the ones that disappeared went to nourish some nearby predators.  Of the 6 we have left, 3 are roosters and they are beginning to fight with each other so it was time to get rid of Jelly Bean and Meanie as the children have named them.

Well, the moment that scared me the most about raising chickens (for meat) came and I was able to pull myself to do it. I don’t think many Americans know what it actually takes to harvest the food they find in the grocery store. They buy meat that requires farmers raising animals on as little a budget as possible. Fruits, vegetables, and grains that require farmers to cut every corner possible to get maximum yield. Using processes that would cause the farmers of yesterday to turn in their graves. Some of the processes are thought to be the cause of new intolerances such as to gluten. It’s a time for America where the mentality is that buying food shouldn’t impact your non-discretionary spending. A trip to the grocery store to buy the most important item a body needs to survive shouldn’t get in the way of getting the newly released version of an iPod or the latest video game or for gosh sakes having cable tv. phew…just had to get that out. Forgive me but y’all are going to get a much more in depth talking to someday from me.First Chicken Butcher

With my fears hanging out in the back of my head, I gathered up the courage to experience the process of putting chicken on the table. I have been reading over and over again about the process to try and understand the options and figure out how I wanted to do it. I wanted the slaughter to be as quick and effortless as possible. I wasn’t ready to break the neck with my fingers, so I chose the ax route. I swung the first time and got to experience the minute of activity that follows.  I didn’t know if I missed or didn’t swing hard enough but the bird eventually calmed down and I could see the job was done.

The experience that follows this moment of taking the life is probably not as interesting to many , but it was to me since I have never cleaned an animal.  If I had learned to hunt at some point in my life, a lot of the actual plucking and dressing part would have been familiar.  But since I hadn’t I was stuck following step by step instructions.  I plan to write up my own set of instructions some day since I was really left guessing on a few of the steps.  It would have been tremendously helpful to have had someone standing behind me with experience but I didn’t have that luxury.  Needless to say, in the end I have two roosters in my fridge and will be trying the meat soon.

I worked my way through the cleaning process the best I could based upon the steps my wife found in the following blog post:

Homegrown ChickenSince this process I have a read a little more about it.  I came across a section of a book that shared what they called an old farm idiom.  “If you’re going to raise animals for meat, you had better be man enough to kill them”

This was not true of me at first, but I have overcome my fear.  It feelsHomegrown Chicken Soup like an accomplishment to me.  Let me remind you that my day job involves working on a computer and I’ve lived my whole life in the city caring nothing about where my food came from or what chemicals were in it.  Things are changing for me.


Winter Homestead Dog Training

Winter Homestead Projects

If you’re like me, you would rather find some projects to work during those nice winter days instead of wasting the whole winter in front of some screen somewhere.  We haven’t lived in our country home even 4 months yet and its difficult to control the urges to start a hundred different projects.  My wife is able to suppress this a little more than I am.  Only a few weeks from Christmas I decided I was going to buy a wood furnace to install.  I was gently reminded that I am already stressed about all the projects I have going already and with all the presents we still had to buy for the kids.

Since I will get the evil eye (and well deserved) if I try to start a new project right now, I thought I would at least just list the things I’ve thought of doing and could possibly do during these long Wisconsin winter months.  After not finding great lists online from others of what to do during winter, I thought I would compile my own for those out there who have tons of free time for a new project.

Projects for the Winter

1.  Work on hunting training with my dog.  Or training in general.  He is a puppy who loves to bite the children and knock the baby over.  He needs help and I want to be able to use him for hunting.  Yep, that’s him you see with this post.

2. Learn how to hunt.  I have never shot an animal in my life.  Next year will be my time.  I may even try sooner if I could find an animal to shoot.  In the city, squirrels basically advertised themselves by  sitting on top a fence sticking their tongues out.  In the country they apparently know better and only leave their foot prints.

3.  Fix my chicken coop.  From the day I built my A-frame chicken tractor I have been modding it.  I have learned many of the ways not to build a chicken coop.  As I remedy the bad parts, I look towards the day where it is complete.  Someday after the hundreds of dollars spent trying to raise chickens, I might actually get an egg.

4.  Plan my goats.  Plan my pole barn.  Plan my garden.  Plan my yard.  There is a lot of room here.  I created a scale graph of my yard and can cut things out and play around with where I want to put things.  Unfortunately I can’t turn a long skinny 7 acres into more of a square.  I have lots of things I want to have on my land next year, including some meat goats.  I may need a fence and plan.

5.  Build or buy a bee hive.  Why not just jump into that right away next season too?  My wife likes the idea so that is another plus.  I’ve spent some time looking at designs and started wondering what bees did in the wild before people provide plastic pre-made combs for them.

6.  Work on my barbecue sauce.  Someday I am going to have meat all over the place ready to smoke.  Right now, I still pay the high grocery store prices for meat pumped full of grain and penicillin.  When the meat starts flowing, I don’t want to be without a wonderful sauce to accompany it.

7.  Install the wood furnace.  I’ve always hated the cost of heating my house.  Its even worse with propane.  The furnace is purchased to add onto the existing furnace in my house, now I just have to figure out how to install it.  Here’s to hoping the wife is nice and toasty and the propane man doesn’t know us on a first name basis.

8.  As far as perfecting things, my sourdough skills need some work.  I have attempted to hone my skills and build my knowledge previously without much success.  I blame the pool water that came out of the faucet which seemed to kill all the yeast.  Now I have water from the ground that should let things grow to their hearts content and make my teeth fall out.

9.  Build a wood shed.  That wood stove will need to be regularly stocked with fuel.  I want the shed close to my house because the point of the furnace is to stay warm on real cold days.

10.  Grow mushrooms in my basement?  Nah…I’m not ready for that.

11.  Build a grain mill.  I have yet to find plans for a simple grain mill that doesn’t involve a pretty painted windmill sitting on a creek.  I just want to figure out how to make wheat seed into flour.  No paint. No lattice blades.  I will even use electricity to spin a motor! I just heard a bunch of homesteaders gasp.

12.  Setup my workshop.  Since I moved only 4 months ago, the workshop is still a work in progress.  I don’t plan to get too crazy though as this will be moving to the pole barn next year.

13.  Remove all of the chicken, outhouse, bird feeder and 90’s pink decor from the house left by the previous home owner.  Don’t judge us by our bathroom decorations!

14.  Does anyone else buy tomatoes from the grocery store to practice canning?  Seems ridiculous but I just may do it.  I hate to wait until I have a load of tomatoes ready to go bad before I think about learning how its done.  I plan to practice canning this winter, in case you didn’t get that.

15. Buy a kitten.  This is killing two birds with one stone.  Actually, we hope it doesn’t kill any of our birds but lots of mice.  We are giving it to our kids for Christmas which is the second stone.  We need some pest control so we thought we would put a cat to work.  We will not be naming him Tom.

16.  My final suggestion is research.  If you are a farmer or have been on a homestead for awhile, you probably have already done all of the things on my list.  I am a computer programmer who has lived the last 30 years in the city.  I have a lot to learn.  I will be researching animals, plants, self sustaining life styles, alternative energies, and ways to be more self reliant.  It seems like fun stuff and I hope someone else can benefit as I learn too.

That is my list.  Those are the winter homestead projects which will keep me more than busy.  This is my first year in the country.  I bet that list will change drastically next year.

You Care Too Much What Others Think

A few days ago I found the answer to a question that is often difficult for a man to answer.   The question is how to tell if you care too much what others think about you.  I already know that I am someone who cares too much about this, but I wanted a way for other men to find out for themselves.

Does it matter if you care?  I would say most certainly.  Because I care too much, I miss out on fun, I miss out on opportunities.  I spend too much time contemplating things and not enough time doing them.  In reality, it is a very miserable thing to care too much about  what others think.  Caring too much keeps you from living as full of a life as you could otherwise live.

So, the question you are waiting for.  How to know.  This can actually be done with different groups of people to prove within those groups if you are a timid, bashful and anxious follower or if you are your own man.  What you do is take the group in question to an all you can eat buffet in which you particularly like the food.  If you don’t leave stuffed, then you care too much.  It’s that simple.

No man in the right mind should ever leave an all you can eat buffet still hungry.  Would you still be hungry if you had gone with your best friend?  Your wife?  By yourself?

No Right to Eat Meat

I love meat.  Call me old fashioned but I think animals are here for our consumption and use.  I think they are a gift.  However much I love to eat them though, I recently began thinking that I don’t have the right to eat them.  It’s not the animals though, its me.

Since moving to the country, I am starting to see a little bit about what it actually takes to put food on the shelf in a grocery store.  It isn’t so much the move that has heightened my observations though as much as my interest.  I am enjoying learning about raising animals, raising crops and trying to do it all in a way that would not cost more than just buying it off the shelf.  I haven’t come close to that yet though, in concept or in practice.  The chickens and ducks we bought in early September have cost a fortune so far in trying to prepare a good environment for them and protection from predators and Wisconsin weather.

The chickens and ducks, however, are also the reason that I don’t feel I have a right to eat meat.   These animals were purchased so that we could learn about caring for them, but also ultimately understand the process of raising to consumption.  We recently had a chicken that wasn’t handling the cold real well and it was my moment to attempt my first butchering.  No pun intended but I chickened out.  I knew what it would take to humanely end the life of the animal so that it could be processed, but I was just not ready.  I was just plain scared.

I realize how much I take for granted the food on the shelf in the store, especially the meat.  If I can’t bring myself to do what men have been doing for hundreds of years, a necessary step in order to have meat on the table, then do I really deserve to eat meat?

I tell myself to start with hunting.  A practice that hopes the animal is dead by the time you reach it.  I think this would be easier.  But in the end, raising farm animals for food is kind of pointless if you can’t get passed one of the single most important steps before eating them.  I am going to do it.  I will tell you all about my experience when I do.  Wish me luck.


Farm Tough

Not Farm Tough

Some people get ATVs. Some people get big TV’s. My new toy is not any of those. My new toy is able to enrich my life probably more than most things I could buy. My new toy is a big yard.  It is my training ground to become farm tough.

I am still discovering the ways to use this new yard. Only about half of the 7 acres are maintained as far as landscape. The other half is a rented out farm field. For now, that is OK with me because I cannot keep up with all of the tasks to maintain about 3 acres of landscaped area. We moved in at the end of August and aside from the other moving tasks, after the first month we are still trying our best to get the yard in the state we want it in before winter. This has been an extraordinary task. We are building fences, killing weeds, removing dead plants, transplanting some plants from our old yard and on top of that spending 5 hours a week just mowing the lawn.

Also, we have gone from 0 pets to 1 puppy, 9 chickens and 3 ducks within the first two weeks in our new house.  Over a month later they are all still alive!  The cold came in  quicker than expected leaving us scrambling to build a coop that would protect them.  The chickens became more of a burden then expected and in hindsight it would have been much better to wait on them.  But this is why we moved in.  We wanted to experience new things.  We wanted to do things we couldn’t in the city.  That started with chickens.

I can’t remember how many days since we moved I have been physically exhausted at the end of the day. I think it was most of them though throughout the first month. I am not farm tough.  I am not even close.  But the good feeling that accompanies the soreness is greatly welcomed for someone who is a computer programmer by day.

Still Not Farm Tough

I realized how weak I am last weekend while assembling my kids swing set.  I put the big heavy playhouse top on while it was laying down so I wouldn’t have to lift it up.  This way, I just had to stand up the whole thing.  It was heavier then I thought. My wife and I could barely budge it.  Using a jack, a truck and some ratchet straps I thought I could outsmart it so I start rigging up a system to raise it with the jack and support it with ratchet straps on the truck.  Of course this is the embarrassing moment with the farmer neighbor comes by and and sees that I need some help.  I get a grip on the swing set along with him and his son.  I don’t think I even helped them.  That thing was up in place so quickly it may have even pulled me with it.  They are farm tough.

I hope to be there some day but not now.  I lack skills to keep animals.  To grow food.  I lack the strength to do many jobs.  I may have a brain but the smart way is often the way that takes the most time.  Farm tough saves a lot of time.  I am working on it.



Dogs vs Ducklings

If it were a cage match between dogs vs ducklings, I think we would know who would win.  For my family though, it didn’t quite work that way.  Are you here wondering how to make your children (specifically speaking about elementary school aged girls) really happy?  Are you currently trying to decide between a chocolate lab puppy or chicks and ducklings?  I can tell you from experience which one wins.

My children were very excited about getting a dog.  It was one of the new possibilities we offered when we were moving to a new house.  They were so excited, one of them even bought a plastic animal one day from Fleet Farm just to feel closer to having a pet.  Then, we got the dog and they pretty much ignore him after a few days.  This is after saying the most exciting part about moving was that they could get a dog.

However…the chicks and ducklings which they wanted but my wife and I surprised them with don’t look like they are in for becoming old news anytime soon.

So who wins in the battle of dog vs ducklings? Do you have daughters in elementary school?  Skip the dog and buy them some chicks and ducklings!

Slow Down, Jack!

Who Has Time to Slow Down?

I don’t know many people anymore who really know the difference between the speed of light and the speed of life.  Did you ever feel like everyone else in the world sets the pace by which you live life? Have you ever tried to take control?  Did it work?  Am I slowing you down too much with all these questions?

This would be a prime moment to tell you to picture yourself on your death bed.  That only leads me to another question though.  Why is it that no one seems to find that activity to be creepy?  Am I supposed to picture myself soothed and melancholy at the end of a long life where I am somehow know I am just about to pass from old age?   I don’t think that is the typical person’s end of life scenario but I will refrain from being too morbid.

Anyway.  I don’t think end of life, death bed scenarios are necessary to consider the thought.  Simply looking at your life so far…do you wish you would have gotten to where you are currently at in life any faster?  Have the days that it has taken to get to where you are right now been inconveniently slow?  You may have had some pretty rough days that you wish could have gone a lot faster.  We all have had days and times like that.  That’s not really what I am talking about though.

What I imagine is that  none of us would have traded our best days to simply get where we are now any faster.   So why trade our future best days to get anywhere we may be someday any faster?  Are you living life like you are on a ride or like you are simply headed to a destination.  More appropriately are others allowing you to enjoy the ride or are they simply pushing you to a destination.  By others, that could mean society in general.

There are all kinds of influences that say you need to climb the ladder, reach a goal, accomplish something and make progress.  Too seldom do we question why we are throwing away our own days for those “needs”.

Take Control

At the end of the day, I want to focus on what’s still left of the day.  Not for what more I can accomplish but for enjoying the time I still have.  That’s not really possible unless I choose to slow down.  There are a lot of forces that try to drive my time in a certain direction.  It’s my choice to let them or not.  Of course, I need to work.  I need to take care of things around the house.  I need to put effort into friendships.  I don’t however have to climb the ladder.  I don’t have to have a perfectly maintained house, car and yard.  I don’t have to have more friendships than I can handle.  I don’t have to own things that take too much of my time.  I don’t have to compete for a raise if I already make enough.

It’s all up to you, really.  You may think others are to blame for the speed of your life but it’s really in your hands.  While it is easy and fun to entertain urges to get somewhere specific in life, it is fulfilling to focus on what is happening right now.  So, slow down, Jack!