My excitement continues to build!!!!
I know that just any day now, we will have a little calf running around the farm. And, honestly, my brain is not even able to wrap itself around that notion. I don’t think it is reality to me yet.
I have been so frantic about getting all the supplies ready and getting my mind in order for Winnie’s delivery, that I haven’t even really had the time or ability to stop and ponder the joys that await us. A little bitty, reddish brown, slobbering, buck-toothed calf is going to be HERE. On our farm! I am so excited to meet that little stinker!
And along with all the joy, there is a sense of duty. What will I ultimately do with this precious little calf as it gets older. What route will we choose to go??
This is a reality that I have known from the outset. I went into Jersey ownership knowing that we will have to make a choice when the calf is weaned. I went in knowing that every year I will have a new choice to make.
Choices I had never, ever thought of before we began our homesteading journey just a few years ago.
As a society, we are so far removed from the facts of farming. We go to the store and pick up the gallon jugs of milk, the styrofoam and plastic wrapped pounds of beef, the cut up and de-boned chicken pieces, the twenty-nine cent per dozen eggs—we get it all in our buggy, pay a VERY small price for most of it, and go on our way without the thought of all that really is involved in our food systems.
And, before you think I am getting preachy about this whole subject, please know that I am not saying it is wrong. I do those things I just mentioned! Or I have done them in the very recent past. So, I am NOT saying that we are wrong if we buy milk from the store—in fact I very much recommend it!
What I am saying is this—it is really important for each and every consumer to be educated about what it takes to make the food system we are a part of work. It is important for many reasons.
First, farmers are people. Good people who love animals. They spend their lives cultivating a healthy environment for the animals they raise to send to market. They wake up in the middle of the night to check on the sick ones. They put their whole beings into the animals that they raise to feed their fellow citizens. We owe them respect and appreciation. We owe them consideration. We owe them a living wage. We, as consumers, also owe them a working knowledge of what it takes to bring an animal or animal product to market—all the decisions they have to make along and along—to make sure that our food supply is healthy and vibrant. Because a LOT of those decisions are HARD.
So hard that most of us choose to support the farmer and not be the farmer. But we shouldn’t forget that someone has to make those decisions. I am thankful for the gritty, kind hearted, fearless farmers who feed America.
Secondly, I believe we should think a little more about what we pay for what we eat. I think this goes along with number one, so I may be cheating here. But, consider what it takes to get the food we consume to market. I don’t have a clue about all the work and cost that goes into most of the food supply. The little bit of working, first hand knowledge I do have makes me cringe at eggs that cost a quarter a dozen, or milk that costs less than $2 a gallon. Again, I am not saying it’s wrong to buy cheap eggs. I encourage folks to drink milk! So, buy it up! But, we can think of our money as our vote for certain things. And when I consider the folks at the beginning of the cycle (the small family farmers), I want them to know I appreciate their work. I want them to have a living wage. I really want them to be able to afford next year’s supplies without having to put their house up for collateral—and loosing it if it doesn’t rain enough. There’s the local honey we could buy from craigslist or facebook marketplace. The family farms that sell beef or pork or chicken are easy enough to find (peekfarms.com is a good place to start!). There are tons of local farmer’s markets that give farmers the opportunity to sell straight to the consumer! I am certainly not saying that I do all of these all the time—but I am saying they are good choices to consider when we want to give the farmers a societal high-five and “atta boy”.
Third, if we want to take control of our health, we will know what we are eating. And what what we are eating is eating. Educating ourselves about GMO’s and Organic and Gluten Free and All Natural and all the other food labels that companies like to plaster on their packages, slogans and shelves will help us to make the best decisions for our family. My decisions don’t have to be the same as yours. Your decisions are the ones that are best for your family. But knowledge is power. And we can go a long way in empowering our bodies to be their best when we are educated about what we are fueling them with!
Wow. That was a lot. All because I am stressing about what to do with a year old cow that hasn’t even been born.
Leave it to me to do something like that…..
Until Next Time,
I thought today would be a good day to take a break from Calf Watch 2020 and write about another topic I am pretty passionate about….
Homemade All Natural Cleaning Spray
A few reasons why I make my own cleaner--
If you read this year’s first blog post, you’ll have a little bit of an understanding about why I feel pretty strongly about using natural products.
Also, I have a tendency to not trust “the man”—and when I say “the man” I really mean “the giant corporate world that has taken over the super market shelves and given us chemicals in place of natural things that work just as good (or better) without nasty side effects”—just so we are on the same page…..(I could go on a good long while about that topic, but I will save it for another day—or I may just keep it all to myself….yeah, that’s probably a wiser choice.)
And, I just don’t love to throw useful things in the trash. That’s one benefit of having chickens. They don’t care what kind of nasty scrap it is that I throw out to them—they scarf it up just the same! And when you can take scraps and make an all natural, antibacterial cleaner, that may be even better than making it into eggs. Well, maybe not BETER…but you know what I am saying…..
So, here’s what I do to make a homemade, natural cleaner that really works!!
Any time we eat oranges or use lemons (our misfitsmarket.com subscription makes sure we never run out of those!! You can get a discount on your first box when you use my code--COOKWME-QU7XQE), I save the peels and put them in a glass jar—the bigger the jar, the more cleaner you can make at once, so choose your jar wisely…..
I cover the peels with vinegar, filling the jar to the top.
I let it sit for about two weeks, or longer if I can—the longer it steeps the better it will be!!
When the vinegar is good and infused with the citrus oils (see what we’re doing here?? it’s replacing essentials oils that cost $$ with scraps and getting an even better result!!!!) you can pour off the liquid and throw the scrap peels away. The vinegar will have a BEAUTIFUL fragrance, a tinge of color, and will be ready to use!
Even better, you can dilute it with water to make it last twice as long. I add half water and half cleaner to my spray bottle and it seems to work perfectly. If I don’t dilute it, it tends to be pretty strong on the vinegar smell, and I get some complaints from my cleaning helpers.
All Natural, Antibacterial, All Purpose Cleaner for less than a penny an ounce!!!
AND, it gives a streak free clean to windows, stainless steel, and granite!
One last note—if you haven’t tried cleaning with microfiber cloths, you totally should!! Any microfiber will work—you don’t have to be invited to a party and spend $50 for them….I have used cloths from Amazon, Walmart, Home Depot, and, my all time favorite, Harbor Freight….They all work really well and they are all less than 50 cents a piece. Just an extra tidbit for you, there….
You should DEFINITELY give making your own cleaner a try! And let me know what you think!!
When I began this cow ownership thing, I came in a total novice. I had never even been very close to cattle at all, save the few times I was hanging out with my Uncle while he was working his cows.
You know how they say, "The third time's the charm..."??? Well. This is my third go at this blogging thing. I am really perturbed at myself for the lack of discipline I have shown in getting new content on the website.
Last year, I finally just threw my hands up and gave up feeling bad about it. Now, I am ready to begin again.
And I have a goal of getting a new post up once a week--hopefully each Wednesday.
I am really hoping for some small victories early on.....I am hoping I can mark this off my to-do list every single week.......
So, for the first post of the year, I wanted to share our story. I wanted to explain how we got here and some of the why's.
Every homestead or farm has a story. This is ours.
We were an “average” family. Living in the city our whole lives, eating Little Debbies and drinking Dr. Pepper.
Then we had kids. Three of them. Little girls. Three sweet, little girls in less than two years.
That, my friends, will change you. And it changed me. When I became a Mommy, I became more aware of what we were consuming. I thought a little bit more about what I cleaned with. I changed from clorox wipes to clorox anywhere spray. I know…..I really knew how to make the jump into healthy living!!!!
Then my middle girl got to where she was having food allergies. Not all the time, and not to a lot of things. But every now and then she would have a few whelps.
I became more conscious of what I fed her.
I began a VERY slow journey of changing how we ate. Changing what we ate. I slowly phased out more and more processed foods.
Then, there was the last straw.
I was making dinner and decided instead of making the alfredo sauce, I would finally use up the jar that I had bought quite a while before. It had been in the pantry for several months and I decided I should just go ahead and get rid of it. So we had dinner and a movie—Willy Wonka and Fettuccine Alfredo. The perfect Saturday night for our family.
Then she started complaining...."she" being the middle child I told you about earlier.
“Mama, I am really itchy!!!”
So, we stopped the movie. We turned on the lights. She was one big whelp. Her arms, her belly, her legs. And it was going up her neck.
Just thinking about it gives me anxiety. We got her EpiPen ready for action and monitored her breathing closely. The nurse said she should be okay as long as her breathing was fine. We gave her benadryl. We waited and watched. While we were watching her condition, I looked at the ingredients to see what in the world would have caused such a bad reaction.
Modified Egg Yolks.
Now, I have already told you that I am a city girl. I didn’t know much about chickens and I didn’t know much about eggs (back then I didn’t…I have gained quite a bit of knowledge of those things now…). But it sure was curious to me as to why you would want to modify an egg yolk. I mean, those things are pretty much the perfect food as is—why you wanna go and mess around with that???
Shelf life, that’s why. If you mess with an egg yolk enough, it becomes twinkie-like and shelf stable for YEARS.
And after just a bit of research, what I found they modify it with is an ingredient also found in snake venom.
You may want to go back and read those last two words again. Snake. Venom. Because there’s nothing weird or scary about inserting snake venom into my child’s diet. I mean, that just seems totally……UNNATURAL AND RIDICULOUS!!!!!!!
And that was the catalyst that I needed to move us toward natural living.
It started slowly. Slow movements toward a more natural way of life.
Making my own bread. Making my own pudding. Making my own brownies.
Then I tried to have a garden. Total fail.
Then we built a raised bed. That went a lot better, but it wasn’t much to write home about.
Then we decided…
<<It's at this point in the story where I need to take you aside for a minute and explain something--when I say “we” that is the total royal use of the word because I have been dragging my poor family along on this journey…but they ARE coming around slowly. Maybe I should just stop saying we and be real about this whole thing.>>
Anyway.....Where was I??? Oh, yeah. I remember now.
I decided that I wanted chickens. Which was pretty unfortunate because we lived in a subdivision. With an HOA. The sort of HOA that sent letters for leaving your garbage can near the road for longer than 30 minutes. And you better not even THINK about having weeds in your flower beds. Or leave your garage door open. So, as you can see, the chicken thing was just not going to happen. Not in the subdivision.
So, we did what any forward thinking, sane couple would do.
We sold our house.
And bought 14 acres of uphill forest land.
And moved in with my parents.
And then moved into a leaky travel trailer.
And built our own house on the aforementioned acreage.
And nearly killed ourselves working too hard.
Then we got tougher.
Then we finished the house.
And.........Then we got chickens.
On February 24, 2018 I finally got chickens! Baby chickens. Six of them. They were the cutest things I had ever seen! They were all supposed to be girls. I paid more for just girls. I didn't want to deal with the consequences of boy chickens. Don't ask me how TSC knows if they are girls or boys when they are a day old. I have no idea. But I do know that I paid extra for GIRL chickens.
Four months later, I finally accepted the fact that three of them were roosters.
It was August before I got any eggs.
By November I had had to butcher two of the three roosters because you can’t have three roosters and three hens.
Me. The city girl. Butchering chickens.
Mind you, three years before I could not stand the thought of touching a whole chicken from the store…But there I was, butchering, processing and eating my own home grown meat.
I have learned that, obviously, there’s a lot more than just gathering eggs when you have chickens.
And I have learned that the farm life is a “learn the hard way” kind of life.
I have also learned that life on a farm is the most satisfying way to spend your time.
I have squealed with joy. I have cried myself to sleep. I have hated guineas. I have loved guineas. I have pampered a sick chicken just to watch it die. I have pampered a nearly dead chick to bring it back to life. I have lived the roller coaster. And I am so glad to be here.
I have learned how to do a lot of things on my own. Things that I never thought I could. Things that seemed too hard a year or two ago.
I have pushed myself to the point of tears because I was so exhausted. I have tested my limits and learned that I am tougher than I thought I was.
I am still no good at gardening. I let weeds grow and I don’t remember to water stuff and I let the chickens get into the garden. But I can grow okra. And squash. And tomatoes. And I will do better this year, because I am surely not giving up. Not now. Not after I have lived this way.
This year, the good Lord willing, will be a better year. I will be stronger. I will be tougher. I will be smarter.
I love this life. I have loved the journey that brought us here. And I find joy in every new step of it.
Now, it’s onward and upward.
Because we have added a dairy cow to the mix.
And she’s gonna have a baby.
Then she’s gonna give milk.
And I have a lot more to learn before then.
Thanks for coming along on that journey with me! I hope you will share yours with me! Comment below or send me an email! I look forward to hearing about what has brought you to where you are!
HELLO & WELCOME!!