Is everyone OK after the big storms yesterday? Wow... my friend D was just a mile from the storms and one of the tornadoes went directly over her farm. Praise God she is OK and our hearts break for the folks who lost everything.
As I was pacing around yesterday watching the radar the only thing I could think to do was make a quiche.
Quiche? Sure! What else are you gonna do with all those eggs. Now that we have more daylight my hens are laying like the dickens and we are struggling to keep up. Quiche is cheap, easy, and fun - what could be better than scrambled egg pie?
Especially if you make it with your own bacon, goat cheese...and asparagus (ok I got that at the store). Here is the recipe I loosely based it on.
But then of course.... you need to have a balanced meal so I made brownies also. And then frosted them.. oh yes I did.
It was the perfect post-apocalyptic-storm-whew-we-are-all-safe breakfast.
Nothing yet from Nibbles but she's been laying around for the last couple days. And when she lays around the goat house...she really lays AROUND the goat house. I think she's got at least 3 babies in there - if not 47.
Happy Saturday everyone!
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
How to buy and sell farm animals on Craigslist
Your local Craigslist Farm + Garden site is a great place to buy and sell livestock and farm equipment. Mostly I've had good experiences. We've made new friends, met some nice folks, learned a lot, and made some great farming contacts. But it doesn't always go like that.
Thursday I cooled my heels in the parking lot of a WalMart with an angry rooster waiting for someone to come and get him. They didn't show. Sitting there, wasting my time and gas, and having that poor little roo stomp his feet in angry protest... I got the idea to maybe give some pointers about "how to buy farm critters on Craigslist." Just so's ya know.
Some folks are nervous about this - and just like anything else, you should be smart about what you are doing and realize that there are bad people out there. Scammers sometimes reply to ads - and you never know who's gonna show up to buy your hatching eggs or whatnot. We follow some simple rules to make sure things go smoothly.
First, when you post an ad make sure you always include a picture and the price of whatever you are selling. Folks will determine in a matter of seconds if they are interested or not. Then expect a couple of different kinds of people to answer:
1. Scammers working out of Nigeria and points elsewhere.
2. Kids who never asked their parents if they can get a duck.
3. Looky-loos who are not really interested.
4. Folks who are legitimately interested.
Some people will only use a phone number for ad replies but I do not. Mostly because if you have a GPS enabled phone, or a landline, everyone will know where to roll up with their stock trailer and steal your goat when you are not home. So I only provide an email contact until I can figure out if they are a "real" buyer or not.
You can usually determine if someone in serious after a few email exchanges or if you talk with them directly on the phone after the initial email. Scammer can be ID'd because they will reply in bad English or reply immediately after the post goes live with something like "Do you still have your item available." Just don't reply to those inquiries. Legitimate inquires usually are more conversational, such as "I saw your ad on craigslist and I was wondering if the chickens are laying now?"
Ask questions, set terms, get more pictures. Its really 'buyer beware' so do your homework before you determine to buy, or sell, your critter to someone else. I always say cash only and that we will meet locally or "somewhere in between." I do not like people to come to our property for a lot of reasons. Mostly because you really need Kevlar and a tetanus shot to even walk on the property.... and also because I'm here alone much of the time.
Not to mention that many folks bring their kids. We are not kid proof. You can imagine how that goes between OD the Killer Gander and our hard workin' farm dogs who do not want to be your friend. And, its bad biosecurity protocol. I'm not pointing any fingers but we had some folks come and get ducks one time and shortly after several of our turkeys flopped over dead from the cocci.
I choose meeting places with big well lit parking lots, security cameras, and next to a freeway. Inevitably everyone know where the Target is off thus and such freeway. Tell them to meet you 'out away from the rest of the cars' near the parking lot enterance. And let them know what kind of vehicle you will be driving. That way its easy to find the folks looking around for you and not zooming past to the parking spot closest to the store.
Tell them to bring a carrier for whoever you've got to sell. Large poultry can be secured in a feedsack. Cut a hole in a bottom corner of the sack big enough for your turkey, duck, or goose to pop their heads thru, put the bird into the sack head first so they can find the hole, then tie the open end together with baling twine. Easy peasy. But just make sure you put them in a box or a laundry basket so they don't roll around. Don't ask me how I know this.
This may sound over simplistic, but for heavens sakes, show up. On time. Make sure you have each other's cell phone numbers and confirm that you are leaving before you drive off and call or text if there are any delays. You might just be getting a free rooster or a $5 duck - but its my time and gas to get there.
Show up with cash and the correct change. Don't hand me a $100 for a $5 duck. Sure - count change if you have to, that's just fine. It is a fact that we sold a goat and the buyer counted the last $6 in quarters. I'm not even kidding.They were so excited they rushed out of the house without all the money and had to improvise with what was in the car. We all had a good laugh and that goat went to a very loving home.
Don't stalk the person you sold that critter to - I've heard crazy tales about previous owners wanting to "come by" and see the goat they sold, or wanting updates or whatever. You know... once you part with livestock its not really your job to say what the new owner should or should not do. So be sure you are ready to let that animal go, emotionally and physically.
On that same thought, don't call me up and ask if you can bring the ducks back because you haven't emotionally bonded with them. I'm not even kidding - someone asked me this. I am not Nordstroms and that is not a Mercedes. Its a $5 duck.
If you decide you don't like the make or model, or don't think they are snugly enough, then either send them to the pot or re-sell them. Not only will I think you are creepy - there is no way I'm letting an animal who been on another property come back. I don't know what your husbandry practices are or what you've exposed that animal to in or on your soil. So no, there is not a return policy. Professional breeders will sometimes take back animals if there is a bad fit with their new home - but there is a huge difference between a prizewinning $600 doe and that $5 duck.
The only exception to this is the best idea I've ever heard. One of my pals sells chicks with a "rooster return policy." If you get a rooster you don't want then you can return him for the originally paid price. The owner gets rid of an unwanted roo - and my pal gets a "free" meal. Of course the roos are quarantined and immediately dressed for dinner.
If I am the buyer than I usually send a thank you and "we all got home safe" email as a courtesy. I've gotten these and it makes me feel good that the new owners took the time to let me know the critter was safe. Sometimes I've gotten follow up emails from folks telling me about the critter's new life there. Honestly I love this and its fun to make new friends.
Bad experiences, like today, are few and far between. I love going to other people's farms to see their set up. And there is nothing like a huge hay barn filled with alfalfa to make your heart soar. And we've had some pretty funny experiences.
For instance, we still recall the first time we sold poultry in the parking lot of our little church. We laughed and called it evangelism thru poultry, thanked the buyers, and smiled widely as we went into the service. However by the end of the sermon we were so wracked with guilt at using the church for "money changing," or "goose changing" such as it was, that we confessed to the pastor and shoved the ill-gotten-gains in his hand. He laughed and said it was just fine and no problem. We were forgiven but come to think of it, he kept that cash. Anyway, we've had several church parking lot poultry sales and all the old timers get a big hoot out of what we're selling this time. Its pretty big talk for our little church.
However, our best experience was when I answered a CL ad for someone who wanted a rooster (not today). I left my phone number and shortly after got a call, but then they hung up when I answered. A few minutes later they called again and it was a woman who had obviously been crying. Turns out her beloved rooster had been killed and she was heartbroken. I had just the new little friend for her. We agreed to meet and she took him lovingly in her arms. And then got in her car and drove away. Then I realized she hadn't paid me. A couple days later I received the most loving note from her and the $5. She still keeps in touch and I tell you the truth, that little rooster has the best home in all of the poultry world.
Thinking of that woman, and all the other great folks we've met, takes the edge of my bad attitude about today. You win some and you loose some. But mostly things go pretty well.
How about you? Whatcha buying or selling on craiglist?
Happy Friday everyone! Now get out there and sell chickens in the church parking lot. I betcha tongues will be wagging for sure by the time they pass the plate around for the offering. You'd best put that money right on in there - the pastor will be watching for sure.
Thursday I cooled my heels in the parking lot of a WalMart with an angry rooster waiting for someone to come and get him. They didn't show. Sitting there, wasting my time and gas, and having that poor little roo stomp his feet in angry protest... I got the idea to maybe give some pointers about "how to buy farm critters on Craigslist." Just so's ya know.
Some folks are nervous about this - and just like anything else, you should be smart about what you are doing and realize that there are bad people out there. Scammers sometimes reply to ads - and you never know who's gonna show up to buy your hatching eggs or whatnot. We follow some simple rules to make sure things go smoothly.
First, when you post an ad make sure you always include a picture and the price of whatever you are selling. Folks will determine in a matter of seconds if they are interested or not. Then expect a couple of different kinds of people to answer:
1. Scammers working out of Nigeria and points elsewhere.
2. Kids who never asked their parents if they can get a duck.
3. Looky-loos who are not really interested.
4. Folks who are legitimately interested.
Some people will only use a phone number for ad replies but I do not. Mostly because if you have a GPS enabled phone, or a landline, everyone will know where to roll up with their stock trailer and steal your goat when you are not home. So I only provide an email contact until I can figure out if they are a "real" buyer or not.
You can usually determine if someone in serious after a few email exchanges or if you talk with them directly on the phone after the initial email. Scammer can be ID'd because they will reply in bad English or reply immediately after the post goes live with something like "Do you still have your item available." Just don't reply to those inquiries. Legitimate inquires usually are more conversational, such as "I saw your ad on craigslist and I was wondering if the chickens are laying now?"
Ask questions, set terms, get more pictures. Its really 'buyer beware' so do your homework before you determine to buy, or sell, your critter to someone else. I always say cash only and that we will meet locally or "somewhere in between." I do not like people to come to our property for a lot of reasons. Mostly because you really need Kevlar and a tetanus shot to even walk on the property.... and also because I'm here alone much of the time.
Not to mention that many folks bring their kids. We are not kid proof. You can imagine how that goes between OD the Killer Gander and our hard workin' farm dogs who do not want to be your friend. And, its bad biosecurity protocol. I'm not pointing any fingers but we had some folks come and get ducks one time and shortly after several of our turkeys flopped over dead from the cocci.
I choose meeting places with big well lit parking lots, security cameras, and next to a freeway. Inevitably everyone know where the Target is off thus and such freeway. Tell them to meet you 'out away from the rest of the cars' near the parking lot enterance. And let them know what kind of vehicle you will be driving. That way its easy to find the folks looking around for you and not zooming past to the parking spot closest to the store.
Tell them to bring a carrier for whoever you've got to sell. Large poultry can be secured in a feedsack. Cut a hole in a bottom corner of the sack big enough for your turkey, duck, or goose to pop their heads thru, put the bird into the sack head first so they can find the hole, then tie the open end together with baling twine. Easy peasy. But just make sure you put them in a box or a laundry basket so they don't roll around. Don't ask me how I know this.
This may sound over simplistic, but for heavens sakes, show up. On time. Make sure you have each other's cell phone numbers and confirm that you are leaving before you drive off and call or text if there are any delays. You might just be getting a free rooster or a $5 duck - but its my time and gas to get there.
Show up with cash and the correct change. Don't hand me a $100 for a $5 duck. Sure - count change if you have to, that's just fine. It is a fact that we sold a goat and the buyer counted the last $6 in quarters. I'm not even kidding.They were so excited they rushed out of the house without all the money and had to improvise with what was in the car. We all had a good laugh and that goat went to a very loving home.
Don't stalk the person you sold that critter to - I've heard crazy tales about previous owners wanting to "come by" and see the goat they sold, or wanting updates or whatever. You know... once you part with livestock its not really your job to say what the new owner should or should not do. So be sure you are ready to let that animal go, emotionally and physically.
On that same thought, don't call me up and ask if you can bring the ducks back because you haven't emotionally bonded with them. I'm not even kidding - someone asked me this. I am not Nordstroms and that is not a Mercedes. Its a $5 duck.
If you decide you don't like the make or model, or don't think they are snugly enough, then either send them to the pot or re-sell them. Not only will I think you are creepy - there is no way I'm letting an animal who been on another property come back. I don't know what your husbandry practices are or what you've exposed that animal to in or on your soil. So no, there is not a return policy. Professional breeders will sometimes take back animals if there is a bad fit with their new home - but there is a huge difference between a prizewinning $600 doe and that $5 duck.
The only exception to this is the best idea I've ever heard. One of my pals sells chicks with a "rooster return policy." If you get a rooster you don't want then you can return him for the originally paid price. The owner gets rid of an unwanted roo - and my pal gets a "free" meal. Of course the roos are quarantined and immediately dressed for dinner.
If I am the buyer than I usually send a thank you and "we all got home safe" email as a courtesy. I've gotten these and it makes me feel good that the new owners took the time to let me know the critter was safe. Sometimes I've gotten follow up emails from folks telling me about the critter's new life there. Honestly I love this and its fun to make new friends.
Bad experiences, like today, are few and far between. I love going to other people's farms to see their set up. And there is nothing like a huge hay barn filled with alfalfa to make your heart soar. And we've had some pretty funny experiences.
For instance, we still recall the first time we sold poultry in the parking lot of our little church. We laughed and called it evangelism thru poultry, thanked the buyers, and smiled widely as we went into the service. However by the end of the sermon we were so wracked with guilt at using the church for "money changing," or "goose changing" such as it was, that we confessed to the pastor and shoved the ill-gotten-gains in his hand. He laughed and said it was just fine and no problem. We were forgiven but come to think of it, he kept that cash. Anyway, we've had several church parking lot poultry sales and all the old timers get a big hoot out of what we're selling this time. Its pretty big talk for our little church.
However, our best experience was when I answered a CL ad for someone who wanted a rooster (not today). I left my phone number and shortly after got a call, but then they hung up when I answered. A few minutes later they called again and it was a woman who had obviously been crying. Turns out her beloved rooster had been killed and she was heartbroken. I had just the new little friend for her. We agreed to meet and she took him lovingly in her arms. And then got in her car and drove away. Then I realized she hadn't paid me. A couple days later I received the most loving note from her and the $5. She still keeps in touch and I tell you the truth, that little rooster has the best home in all of the poultry world.
Thinking of that woman, and all the other great folks we've met, takes the edge of my bad attitude about today. You win some and you loose some. But mostly things go pretty well.
How about you? Whatcha buying or selling on craiglist?
Happy Friday everyone! Now get out there and sell chickens in the church parking lot. I betcha tongues will be wagging for sure by the time they pass the plate around for the offering. You'd best put that money right on in there - the pastor will be watching for sure.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
The Most Re-DUCK-ulous Thing To Happen Yet
Friends, you know that I only ever tell you The Truth About Farming. But I can scarcely believe this tall tale and I was standing right there watching it. I swear I am not making this up. This is the most re-duck-ulous thing that has happened yet.
So Kai let me know that there was some malfeasance going on down at the pond so I pulled on my muck boots, grabbed my beatin' stick, and me and Dog#1 headed down to see what was going on. What had happened was that one of the younger roosters, who by his actions just volunteered to be first on rooster day, had taken a gaggle of hens down by the pond.
That's right... down there by Fox Central. Me and the dog picked up speed as the hens saw us closing in on them - a couple of clicks from me and some hand signals and Dog#1 had gone around and sent most of them hens high tailin' it up the hill to the safety of the goat yard. All but one very silly little hen who ran the wrong way and down into the valley.
"Get down there and get that hen, Titan!" I shouted and pointed to my right hand man and off he went. I heard the flapping and squawking as she ran thru the underbrush to get up the hill, suddenly alighted....and flew...then crash landed in the pond.
In the pond!
Me and Titan, fearing the worst, both took a sharp breath in...and.....and.... she floated. Like a duck. For whatever reason, the only thing I could think of at that moment was, "Obviously that chicken was a witch." Me and the dog stood there blinking in disbelief.
"For heavens sakes." Said the dog.
"Yeah I know." I replied and then we headed toward the closest point on the shore to the still floating chicken. She was just kinda toolin' around out there and had started to drift towards us. I figured that would be about the end of it and I could just fish her out of the pond. But then she started floating out to sea again.
I determined I should bust out my best Baywatch lifeguard skills and so I stepped out into the pond - and promptly sank into muck boot deep mud and stuff. Ick.
As you know, I'm good in a crisis. I am also extremely experienced in the water. My mother felt strongly that we should all know how to swim at a young age. So I was the kid that was always on swim team, always was at the pool (unsupervised back in the day), and I was even in synchronized swimming. Most of my vacations back in my Big Life revolved around the water. Heck I can free dive to at least 50 feet if not better. So I am not afraid of the water. Well. I'm not afraid of the ocean.
Farm pond water? That is another matter entirely.
Who knows WHAT is in that water. I know for a fact there are snakes in that pond, and all manner of hoppin' things, not to mention some catfish, and there was rumor of Ol' Snappy - a legendarily large snapping turtle known to kill anything that ventured out too far into that murky gloom. So for many reasons I steadfastly refuse to get into pond or lake water. And there I was feeling my boot filling with water and on the horns of a dilemma.
The decision making logic went a little like this...
"Oh NO! I gotta resuce that poor little chicken!"
"Hell no, I am NOT getting in that water."
"It was kind of her fault for flying into the pond.....attrition happens...and she is just chicken # 24."
"Oh crap... that's the hen that I promised to someone...."
As I stood there, boot now full of water, pulled between duty and disgust I heard the urgent whining of my best battle dog dying to let me put him in the game.
"Please, please, please please???" The big dog looked at me with hopeful eyes. The fact is, he's good in the water for sure. But just as I was deciding that it probably wouldn't be so bad if I sent a 100+ pound not-retriever into the water to get a freaked out chicken...the damnest thing happened.
That chicken turned and swam across the pond.
I mean to tell you she paddled her little feet and glided across the pond like a swan. When she reached the other side she hopped out, shook herself off, and trotted up the hill.
Me and the dog stood there slack jawed and buggy eyed.
"For heavens sakes." Said the dog.
"Yeah I know." I replied and then we headed around the pond to follow this little duck-chicken-witch-swan up the hill. She ran into the hen house like nothing unusual had just happened.
Standing there watching her toddle away I realized the best part about this whole thing.....
That little hen was one of my SALMON Faverolles! No wonder she could swim! Apparently "salmon" doesn't just mean her coloring and that weird little extra toe must be for swimming.
So there you have it. I may reevaluate giving that little hen away - you never know, I may have stumbled upon a real money maker - Ohio's Famous Swimmin' Chickens.
Friends, I tell you the truth, I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.
Happy Thursday everybody, and get your order in now for one of these famous swimmin' chickens!
So Kai let me know that there was some malfeasance going on down at the pond so I pulled on my muck boots, grabbed my beatin' stick, and me and Dog#1 headed down to see what was going on. What had happened was that one of the younger roosters, who by his actions just volunteered to be first on rooster day, had taken a gaggle of hens down by the pond.
That's right... down there by Fox Central. Me and the dog picked up speed as the hens saw us closing in on them - a couple of clicks from me and some hand signals and Dog#1 had gone around and sent most of them hens high tailin' it up the hill to the safety of the goat yard. All but one very silly little hen who ran the wrong way and down into the valley.
"Get down there and get that hen, Titan!" I shouted and pointed to my right hand man and off he went. I heard the flapping and squawking as she ran thru the underbrush to get up the hill, suddenly alighted....and flew...then crash landed in the pond.
In the pond!
Me and Titan, fearing the worst, both took a sharp breath in...and.....and.... she floated. Like a duck. For whatever reason, the only thing I could think of at that moment was, "Obviously that chicken was a witch." Me and the dog stood there blinking in disbelief.
"For heavens sakes." Said the dog.
"Yeah I know." I replied and then we headed toward the closest point on the shore to the still floating chicken. She was just kinda toolin' around out there and had started to drift towards us. I figured that would be about the end of it and I could just fish her out of the pond. But then she started floating out to sea again.
I determined I should bust out my best Baywatch lifeguard skills and so I stepped out into the pond - and promptly sank into muck boot deep mud and stuff. Ick.
As you know, I'm good in a crisis. I am also extremely experienced in the water. My mother felt strongly that we should all know how to swim at a young age. So I was the kid that was always on swim team, always was at the pool (unsupervised back in the day), and I was even in synchronized swimming. Most of my vacations back in my Big Life revolved around the water. Heck I can free dive to at least 50 feet if not better. So I am not afraid of the water. Well. I'm not afraid of the ocean.
Farm pond water? That is another matter entirely.
Who knows WHAT is in that water. I know for a fact there are snakes in that pond, and all manner of hoppin' things, not to mention some catfish, and there was rumor of Ol' Snappy - a legendarily large snapping turtle known to kill anything that ventured out too far into that murky gloom. So for many reasons I steadfastly refuse to get into pond or lake water. And there I was feeling my boot filling with water and on the horns of a dilemma.
The decision making logic went a little like this...
"Oh NO! I gotta resuce that poor little chicken!"
"Hell no, I am NOT getting in that water."
"It was kind of her fault for flying into the pond.....attrition happens...and she is just chicken # 24."
"Oh crap... that's the hen that I promised to someone...."
As I stood there, boot now full of water, pulled between duty and disgust I heard the urgent whining of my best battle dog dying to let me put him in the game.
"Please, please, please please???" The big dog looked at me with hopeful eyes. The fact is, he's good in the water for sure. But just as I was deciding that it probably wouldn't be so bad if I sent a 100+ pound not-retriever into the water to get a freaked out chicken...the damnest thing happened.
That chicken turned and swam across the pond.
I mean to tell you she paddled her little feet and glided across the pond like a swan. When she reached the other side she hopped out, shook herself off, and trotted up the hill.
Me and the dog stood there slack jawed and buggy eyed.
"For heavens sakes." Said the dog.
"Yeah I know." I replied and then we headed around the pond to follow this little duck-chicken-witch-swan up the hill. She ran into the hen house like nothing unusual had just happened.
Standing there watching her toddle away I realized the best part about this whole thing.....
That little hen was one of my SALMON Faverolles! No wonder she could swim! Apparently "salmon" doesn't just mean her coloring and that weird little extra toe must be for swimming.
So there you have it. I may reevaluate giving that little hen away - you never know, I may have stumbled upon a real money maker - Ohio's Famous Swimmin' Chickens.
Friends, I tell you the truth, I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.
Happy Thursday everybody, and get your order in now for one of these famous swimmin' chickens!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Nothing yet.... Nibbles may be faking it.
Based on her behavior last nite, I was sure I was gonna have some pix of adorable Nibbles' baby goats this morning. But nope. Nothing. Nibbles is apparently just working that "oh I'm pregnant come over here and pay attention to me" thing. She might be faking it.
Sheesh. Goats = crazy.
So nothing yet but the weather has changed dramatically and sometimes that's all that is required to get those little babies into daylight.
So maybe later. In the meantime, I have my official goat birthing kit ready - a bottle of tequila, the Good Neighbor's phone number, and my bad attitude about the whole thing.
In the meantime everyone, keep a weather eye to the sky. Big storms are rolling thru - is everyone prepared? Now is a great time to get your storm survival strategy ready. Figure out your "duck and cover" operation now. Make sure someone outside of your state has a link to your local weather radar (in case your power/internet/phones goes out and you can't track approaching storms). Get your phone charged up and have the most secure place in your home ready in case you have to seek shelter.
Here are some tips about storm preparedness and don't forget to check your local TV station - they usually have a page about what to do.
Guess I'll go out and stare at Nibbles' tailfeathers again for a while and wonder when the babies are going to show up.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
Sheesh. Goats = crazy.
Random unrelated pic - but hey! Isn't everyone excited about the upcoming gardening season?
So nothing yet but the weather has changed dramatically and sometimes that's all that is required to get those little babies into daylight.
So maybe later. In the meantime, I have my official goat birthing kit ready - a bottle of tequila, the Good Neighbor's phone number, and my bad attitude about the whole thing.
In the meantime everyone, keep a weather eye to the sky. Big storms are rolling thru - is everyone prepared? Now is a great time to get your storm survival strategy ready. Figure out your "duck and cover" operation now. Make sure someone outside of your state has a link to your local weather radar (in case your power/internet/phones goes out and you can't track approaching storms). Get your phone charged up and have the most secure place in your home ready in case you have to seek shelter.
Here are some tips about storm preparedness and don't forget to check your local TV station - they usually have a page about what to do.
Guess I'll go out and stare at Nibbles' tailfeathers again for a while and wonder when the babies are going to show up.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
The Bubby's Big Paws
Remember when Zander was little? He was just a little lumpkins! Now... well... now its an entirely different matter.
Would you just LOOK at these paws!?!
These paws are huge!
He's growing so fast - if I even blink then I miss that one day he's all leggy... and the next he's all long in the body.... then pretty soon he has too much skin.... and then it starts all over again.
I can't even hardly believe that he was this small. Look at me with my hands in his chubby little mouth......
....look how small my fingers look now!
The Bubby is really good natured - and still has "puppy brain" all the time. Most of the time he looks like he's laughing.
We love him very much...we say he's "Bub-alicious." He's always smiling and funnin' around.
Mostly he's just a big goof, thats our Bubby.
On Monday I had to make a flying tackle to get him to stop chasing one of the geese. So he's entered "that" phase... but that's OK. We'll get him into hard workin' farm dog shape just as soon as he outgrows that puppy brain. It might take a while...
Happy Tuesday everyone! Have a Bubby Good Day!
Zander Hannibal BoneCrusher - not a lap dog. We call him The Bubby.
Would you just LOOK at these paws!?!
These paws are huge!
He's growing so fast - if I even blink then I miss that one day he's all leggy... and the next he's all long in the body.... then pretty soon he has too much skin.... and then it starts all over again.
I can't even hardly believe that he was this small. Look at me with my hands in his chubby little mouth......
....look how small my fingers look now!
The Bubby is really good natured - and still has "puppy brain" all the time. Most of the time he looks like he's laughing.
We love him very much...we say he's "Bub-alicious." He's always smiling and funnin' around.
Mostly he's just a big goof, thats our Bubby.
On Monday I had to make a flying tackle to get him to stop chasing one of the geese. So he's entered "that" phase... but that's OK. We'll get him into hard workin' farm dog shape just as soon as he outgrows that puppy brain. It might take a while...
Happy Tuesday everyone! Have a Bubby Good Day!
Monday, February 27, 2012
I Make A Mean Pancetta
Isn't it beautiful? This is from the last batch - cured and then hung to dry. It's superb. This was one of the oddly shaped belly pieces. Its mostly meat so its almost like a ham or proscuitto. The thing I love best about this pancetta is the savory spices.
I've been shaving it paper thin and frying it as bacon with eggs-in-a-nest. And also adding it to salad. You can never have enough pancetta, right? I start cooking it on a cold skillet on low heat to render out that lovely layer of fat.
Not a lot going on here. Both of us are still under the weather so its all we can do to lay on the couch and watch 12 straight hours of The Tudors. We got the dvd's from the library for free - but does everyone know how great Amazon.com's Instant Video service is?
We are going to try and rally today but we've been laid low by whatever virus is going around. I think I got it from civilization - just another reason to stay home where its safe.
Happy Monday everyone! The sun is out here - anyone else going to try and get a bit of gardening done today?
I've been shaving it paper thin and frying it as bacon with eggs-in-a-nest. And also adding it to salad. You can never have enough pancetta, right? I start cooking it on a cold skillet on low heat to render out that lovely layer of fat.
Not a lot going on here. Both of us are still under the weather so its all we can do to lay on the couch and watch 12 straight hours of The Tudors. We got the dvd's from the library for free - but does everyone know how great Amazon.com's Instant Video service is?
We are going to try and rally today but we've been laid low by whatever virus is going around. I think I got it from civilization - just another reason to stay home where its safe.
Happy Monday everyone! The sun is out here - anyone else going to try and get a bit of gardening done today?
Friday, February 24, 2012
Spring - just a little closer....
We've had such a mild winter so I know I shouldn't complain......
but in a few hours these little guys will probably be covered in snow.
But I can hope for spring, right? I mean, its got to be here soon....
Happy Friday everyone! Maybe if we all think warm thoughts we can get spring to show up just a little earlier?
but in a few hours these little guys will probably be covered in snow.
But I can hope for spring, right? I mean, its got to be here soon....
Happy Friday everyone! Maybe if we all think warm thoughts we can get spring to show up just a little earlier?
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