Population Explosion!

Since I last wrote a lot has happened at Outlaw Farm.
A friend of ours got into Nigerian Dwarf goats last year and he found himself this year with three doelings and a buckling. We had talked about also getting into goats so he offered me the three doelings. I built a pen using cattle panels and then built a bit to clip to it using the design I had used for the hen house, u sing a wooden B add board and a couple of bent cattle panels. The enclosure is circular and it clips to either side of the hut. The hut is open on the back so the goats can enter the hut to shelter from the weather and the front has a door which we use to enter the enclosure. We move the pen every week and this gives them fresh pasture and helps to keep the problem of worms and other pests to a minimum. They share the enclosure with the rabbits. I grew tired of seeing then caged and they help to contribute to fertilizing the ground. The only problem we are having is they are having having a problem with keeping any babies alive but we are working on having a weatherproof box that the does can keep them dry and warm.
We are raising two batches if meat birds this year. The first batch is a mix of Rhode Island Reds and Buff Orpington. Out of sixteen, fourteen are roosters so it's going to get noisy pretty soon. The second batch are Rhode Island Reds and Cornish Cross, with one solitary Wyandotte. We plan to save a RIR from the first batch and hopefully the Wyandotte from the second batch to add to our later hens. We are not too sure yet whether the Wyandotte is a hen so it may be replaced with a Buff Orpington. There are fifteen birds in the second batch but we will be processing the Cornish Cross very soon, even before the first batch is ready. They produce a huge amount of meat but I can't help being a little disgusted with the Cornish Cross.
We are also now beekeepers. I built a top bar bee hive using a 55gallon barrel cut in half. It is called a honey cow because with the fat body and four legs it resembles a cow standing in a field. A friend has Langstroth hives and he split a hive and gave me half. We tied the Langstroth frames to the top bars and early indications show good growth.
We are never going to be wealthy while running this little farm but the riches we discover while bungling our way through, cannot be bought with money.

Another rant

I started this blog a few years ago to journal our life on our small homestead we call Outlaw Farm. But it has developed into a page of rants. Not something I wanted or intended to happen.
But my wife and children are Outlaw Farm as much as the grass, the trees, the animals and all the wildlife that surround us. So when my children have been treated badly, then the whole farm is treated badly.

Recently, the girls were invited to a sleepover at the weekend. As we already had plans they politely declined the invitation, as did their other friend.

It was then disclosed that the reason for the invitation was to recruit new members for their church and to convert any non church going heathens.

When the parents were informed that my girls are half Mexican and the other girl was Jewish, they stated that they wouldn't have been made welcome in their house anyway. So apparently this church only accepts you into their fold if you are white. That there are bigotry and hypocrisy at their finest.

I'm white. I'm whiter than white. I'm Anglo-Saxon. You can't get any whiter. But if we're going to use color to judge, then those people are as black as the preacher's robe.

I am proud of my kids, and of their Jewish friend. They are all A honor students. Good musicians. Accomplished in sports. They show responsibility in their community. They are kind, thoughtful and caring for others. They mentor children younger than themselves. All in all, they are really good kids.

I will tell you why I am not a fan of the organized church. When I was a small boy back in England, I attended a Church of England run primary school. There were two schools in town. That one and a county council run school. My mother decided to send me to the church school, thinking it would be the best school although we were not CofE and were Methodists. I went to Sunday School every week and chapel once a month. Every day we would have a school assembly where we would sing hymns and pray. I was even in the school choir.  But once a month the local vicar would come to school and lead the assembly and serve communion. All of a sudden, the Methodist kid and his Roman Catholic buddy would be asked to sit in the classroom and read a book. At the age of six I discovered the hypocritical world of the organized church.
Don't get me wrong. There are a lot of very good people who go to church and believe in the unity of the organization. Some of my closest friends are devoted church goers. But these people are truly good people. If you took the church away tomorrow, they would still be truly good people. They don't wear the church as a badge of honor. They live their lives with honor. You won't hear them quote scriptures while interpreting it to suit their needs.

What kind of cult is the church these other people attend, that send kids out to recruit other kids? If the church was such a great place to go then surely reputation would fill the pews rather than subterfuge.

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First of all, I can't believe it's been so long since I posted on here. I promise to do better in the future.
The reason I am posting is because of a comment I was told about yesterday that involved my son.
He is a freshman at High School and currently enjoying all the new social horizons that come with moving from a small to a bigger school.
Even if I say so myself, he is a great kid. He is polite, intelligent, caring, funny, considerate and basically an all round nice guy. But there are two things about him that make him less than socially perfect. Well at least to a few people that live around here.
The first one is that he does not 'belong' to a church. But that is not his fault, it is mine and his mother's. We do not believe in the ideal of a structured church style Christianity. The only time Jesus went into his Father's house was to kick the merchants and moneylenders out. He was more concerned with making sure people lived a good life rather than spouting praise and scripture once a week to make up for all the shortcomings throughout the week.
My son lives his life following the rules and guidelines of Christianity without knowing it because that is the way we have raised him and his sisters.
The second reason he is not socially perfect is that his skin has a tint of brown. Yes, he is not of the Aryan race. He is actually my step son. His natural father is Mexican, although my wife, his mother, is caucasian American. I look at him and see my son, not someone else's son, my son. We raised him, we taught him his ethics, and manners. He is the result of our forming and moulding.
Those few people that find my son less than perfect are themselves, upstanding pillars of the community. They hold responsible roles and go to church regularly. They are fully paid up members of their social club (church).
Well I have a message for these upstanding people. I find you less than socially perfect yourselves. You are bigots and hypocrits. You looked at his skin and saw someone less than you. You did not see an A honors student or an acclomplished musician. You did not see a well mannered young man who would speak quietly and politely when spoken to. You saw an Hispanic kid that did not go to your church, therefore a punk. Well let me tell you something. You are all descended from immigrants that failed to make it work in their home country. Unless you are pure blood Native American, you are all less than perfect. But wait a minute. If you were pure NA, that would make you brown skinned. Is there an ammendment to your social rules if that occurs? Afterall, some of the biggest business folk in this area are NA. It is at moments like that, when your hypocracy shines like a beacon.

Symbiosis

Symbiosis. What a great word. It means two or more entities working with each other. Our garden is becoming a symbiotic haven this summer.

Firstly I planted corn, beans and squash together under the rows of hay I had put down last fall. I am experimenting with the Ruth Stout method of no till gardening, along with the Native American 'Three Sisters' method of companion planting. I have also planted potatoes and onions under the remaining hay rows.

The corn is doing very well, as are the beans. The squash was a bit of a disaster as I only have two of the twelve seeds I had planted germinate. One thing I have notices with the corn though is that the row that is higher up the hill has grown much faster than the other two. There could be several reasons for this. One is that it gets all the run off from the field when it rains. Another is that when I laid the hay down last year, I used some bales of hay that had spoiled by being left out in the field on the top row. The lower rows had old hay form the barn that had gotten damp. Either way there is a definite different in the growth rate, but not the germination rate. I had almost 100% success rate.

The potatoes have also been very successful as far as plant growth is concerned. I have not harvested any yet so I won't know if the potato yield is successful. I have had a small problem with Colorado Beetle, but we now have a daily ritual where I shake the plants and let the beetles or larvae drop into an old drinks bowl. I then visit Henrietta and Penelope, or two barred rock chickens. When they see me coming with that bowl they start clucking and dancing which I can only think is a chickens way of salivating. I drop those bugs onto a bare patch of ground and they gobble them up in a second.

Doing this is not only a safe way to control the pests, but gives the girls a welcome treat. Symbiosis! I feel we have finally started to advance in our endeavors after two hard years of seeming to get no where.

The chicken coop is moved along once a week and where the chicken have been working that week is raked and then sown with oats. This is then covered with hay. Time will tell if this will work, but it is all part of my no till experiment.

All the seeds I have used this year have been heirloom seeds from Baker Creek and it feels good to know that if I get a harvest from them, they will be wholesome food with a really natural taste.  We actually drove over to Baker Creek this Sunday and attended one of their monthly festivals that they run throughout the summer. It was well worth the drive and I encourage any of you if you live near one of the three locations to pay them a visit. You won't be disappointed.

Summer Success

I really must post more regularly on here as there has been a lot going on since I last wrote.

The rabbits have finally started breeding. Well one of them has, but unfortunately both times she has kindled on the cage floor and the kits have died because they were cold. Partly my fault as I didn't get to them in time.

Continuing my experiments with the Ruth Stout method of gardening, I had laid down four hundred foot rows of hay last fall. I planted potatoes in one of the rows and the other three I attempted a three sisters planting of corn, beans and squash. All the seeds were heritage seed from Baker Creek. The potatoes were from one of the local feed stores.

The potatoes started to grow really well and then we were hit with an unexpected frost one night which looked to kill about thirty potato plants. I trimmed off all the black damaged leaves and hoped they would recover. They did and I now have over sixty well established planted that I have hilled up twice with more hay.

The corn is doing really well also. Out of all the seeds I planted, about six have not shown. The beans and squash didn't do so good. For every corn planting there was a bean planted next to it. I have about fifty percent germination on the beans. The squash did very poorly and I only have a couple that germinated. I may need to start them off in pots when I do it next year. Actually I have recently learned of a way to use eggshells as seed starters and I will try that. You take the eggshell and carefully bore a hole in the bottom for drainage, fill it with compost and plant your seed. When you are ready to transplant them in the garden, you just squeeze the shell to crack it and plant the complete thing in the ground. This gives the plant lots of vitamins and calcium as the shell breaks down. The roots 'hatch out' the bottom of the shell. This idea came from a really cool family that post video on YouTube. They go by the username Survival HT. Thank you guys.

Talking of eggs, the main project this year was to start keeping laying hens. I built a chicken coop from plans I found on the net that use cattle panels bent over to form a Quonset structure. It has a wooden frame around the base and the two panels are attached to it. More panel is used for the ends and a door is built into one end. The whole structure is then covered in poultry netting and then tarps for weather proofing. It can be moved around the field so the chickens improve the ground it is on, they are then moved to a new spot and the first spot is now clear for planting. We were given two Barred Rock chickens by a colleague at work and we have had them for about two weeks. It took them just over a week to settle in but they are now giving us eggs!

As the laying program is now successfully under way, I am looking at meat chickens for next year. Again they will be on a pasture rotation system and after reading up on the subject, we have decided that the usual Cornish Cross chickens are not for us. If we are going to raise our own meat then it will be tasteful in more ways than one. The CC birds suffer too much when they get to slaughter weight as their legs are not strong enough to carry them around. This would make it impossible to use them in a pasture setting. Instead, we will try to get Freedom Rangers. These are colored birds that grow a little more slowly than the white birds. They don't get as heavy as the white birds either, but the taste is so much better. We may even try raising our own stock once we have the initial flock.

We haven't made any hay this year as we have so much still left from last year. The two year old hay is being used for the no till garden and if we run out I will just cut some from the field and bale it as I need it. I have a friend lined up to come and brush hog the field at the end of the summer. The reason for this is mainly to hammer the Horse Nettle population. This is a poisonous plant that is not good for livestock. We are hoping that cutting it just before it get to flowering, we can knock it back some. We will see if it works.

I eventually want to run some small livestock over the land: I'm still not sure whether it will be goats or hair sheep. Whatever it is, it will be dual purpose for bot meat and dairy. I'm still reading up on that one.

All in all, we are having a good year. There has been quite a lot of rain so far this year and it has definitely helped the plants to grow. Unfortunately it has also made the grass row and I hate mowing the lawns. Let's hope we don't get infested with the locusts and grasshoppers like we have done in the last two years.

A lesson in life

About this time of year, my life gets all consuming. It's the end of the school year and I always seem to have a hundred and one projects to complete before we can all relax for three months, or in my case, change jobs and become a full time farmer.

But yesterday I was given a lesson in life when I heard news that one of our eighth grade students had gone down to Little Rock to have tests for leukemia. This young lady is one of those rare students these days. She is bright and intelligent, quiet and well mannered, pretty without the trim and frills of the current fashion. All in all she is a super nice girl.

She will miss all the end of year celebrations, and she will miss the Eighth Grade Promotion where she should have received awards for her schoolwork.

Her father came into school today to let us know what was happening, and I was called to the office to speak to him. He had a favor to ask of me. As she couldn't attend the Promotion, could I stream it live so she could watch it while in her hospital bed? I have never meant it more than when I told him I would do my best to make it happen.

It's at times like this that a person starts to question the god he or she looks to and asks the question "Why her?" It's also at times like this that you rely on the power of prayer to help you come to terms with the situation.

But who are we praying for? Are we praying for the child that is hooked up to an IV that is pumping poisons into her body to try and kill the disease in her? Or are we praying for ourselves so we can come to terms with the fact we are supposed to protect these children and we failed?

Perhaps it's a little of both, and I must admit to not being a church going christian and announcing my faith very often. But it doesn't mean I don't believe in god, it just means I don't believe in church.

Today I received a copy of a text conversation between this girl and a friend and colleague who had taken it on to tell her how we all thought and send her some words of hope. I read that text conversation over and over again, soaking up the strength from their words.

Today I prayed. I prayed that she will make a full recovery and go on to be the woman she is meant to be. I prayed that I can fulfill the task her father asked of me. I prayed that her friends can find the strength to carry on with life and to be there for her when needed.

Today was a lesson in life.

We need eggs!

The title of this post was the exclamation Sophie made recently. She has become quite the cook over the last year, and if Momma is ever out of the house, then we know Sophie will take over the kitchen and keep us fed. But she does tend to go through quite a lot of eggs. So much so that we have now decided that this year's project will be a chicken tractor.
I've been looking at different designs over the last year, to see which one would suit us. It had to be cheap and easy to build, predator proof and easy enough for one person to move.
After a lot of studying, I have finally found one that matches our needs. Its a Quonset design using cattle panels curved and attached to a wooden base frame. The cattle panels supply the form of the tractor with finer mesh covering it to stop predators getting in. The nest boxes are attached to one end and there is a door at the other. The nest box end is also covered with tarpaulin to provide shelter from the weather for the birds.
As soon as the weather allows us to work outside again, then the construction will begin. It may be a little while yet though, as we are experiencing one of the snowiest and coldest winters for a long while this year. This may be a freak of nature, or it may be a sign of things to come. Either way, it has shown us some of our weaknesses that have to be resolved. We had a dam of snow still on the roof at the back of the house one night and it decided to pour with rain. Because the rainwater couldn't run down the roof because of the snow dam, we started to have drips coming through the ceiling in the living room. I had to climb up and release the snow from the roof, in the pouring rain at 11pm at night. Not something I want to do too often.
We are all looking forward to another year on the farm, and the adventures it brings us. Lots of new things to try and hopefully succeed at. If not, then we learn from the experience.