Friday, December 28, 2007

Culling Out the Roosters

Warning! This blog post is not for the faint of heart as it contains gore and some adult content! Part of learning to be self-sustaining is getting back to the basics of raising animals for food and "processing" them yourself. Eggs are good, but A) we're an omnivorous family and B) we ended up with too many roosters (that's male chickens for you city folk). You see, the roosters aren't all that productive...it's the hens that are doing all the egg-laying while the males just strut around, lend an air of security to the flock, and rudely pluck feathers from the back of the females who are haplessly gang-banged chicken-style. They also get aggressive toward each other, and sometimes toward their keepers. Well, we'll have none of that on Blue Harvest Farm! Before culling out the roosters (not all of them), we did some online research on this site and this one. We tried two different methods of processing, the first of which was to tie the rooster upside-down by his feet to a horizontal bar, cut his head off with a knife, then skin him feathers and all by making strategic incisions and literally peeling everything off from feet to neck. This method avoids feather-plucking and the boiling method described later. As we thought this might be interesting to document, we took photos and some video as well. Well, let's just say that you need to make sure your knife is sharp. Dionne, bless her heart, volunteered to do the dirty deed but cutting through the neck bones proved more difficult than we anticipated. Dionne's mom (a slightly more experienced chicken-killer) had to finish the job for us while I recorded the incident on video. The evidence was subsequently erased when it was decided that our educational video was really more like a snuff film. Egads, it was an emotional trauma. The next attempt (for which I was not a witness) was more successful (and merciful) with the aid of a chopping block and sharp machete. This time, the headless chickens were boiled in a large pot for a few seconds which opens their pores enough to make plucking feathers a breeze. The skin remains on the chicken, but that doesn't bother us. After all the killing was done, three roosters remained: one for a partner of Daisy (Dionne's mom's pet hen), one to keep structure in the flock (his name is Fluffy Chick), and one who escaped detection by impersonating a hen (still not sure about its gender really).

Presenting Our New Logo

Every good farm needs a good name and a good logo to stand proudly by the entrance of the property. At this time, we don't really have an official entrance nor the need to advertise ourselves to passers-by, but since we're selling eggs, we thought it would be nice to develop a logo to cover the original labels on our recycled egg cartons that we use for distribution. A while back, Dionne and I discussed property names and wanted something that sounded "farmy" as well as something that expressed a personal aspect of our lives. Being the rabid Star Wars fan that I am, I wanted something that would let other hardcore fans know that we were here, and yet something subtle enough that the general public wouldn't be confused by a "Star Wars"-sounding name. The answer was Blue Harvest Farm. To make a long story short, "Blue Harvest" was the code-name used during film production of 1983's Return of the Jedi to mislead paparazzi and media. The Lucasfilm staff even went so far as to produce fake Blue Harvest hats and t-shirts for all the crew. The name works really well for us since the term "harvest" has the "farmy" feel we wanted, plus we are located near the Blue Ridge Mountains. Okay, so now that we've established the Star Wars connection, here's where the inspiration for the actual logo design came from...Lucasfilm's own logo:

Saturday, December 15, 2007

C-I-L-L...My Landlord

Some would say that one of the benefits of being a renter versus a homeowner is that the landlord is responsible for things that need fixing. Tub won't drain? Call the landlord. Light fixture broken? Call the landlord. Missing window glass, broken dishwasher, foul sewer odor? Don't call our landlord. Granted, we jumped on the opportunity to get this rental cottage in Columbus without a thorough inspection, and we are only paying a very reasonable $625 per month, but what started as a pleasant, almost fatherly relationship with Mr. Phillips (where he even invited us to dinner), has turned sour due to his reluctance to admit to and rectify some serious issues with his rental property...plus he's gotten downright ornery as of late. I like to think we're reasonable people, but perhaps you should decide based upon this list of grievances:
Well Pump: Shortly after move-in, mechanism which draws well water blew a circuit resulting in no water for almost 2 days
Dishwasher: Noticed dishwasher wasn't getting water. Plumber determined this was not related to the broken well, but rather a mechanical issue with the motor. A dishwasher specialist came to fix the water line and motor, then we learned the hard way that it wasn't draining properly (suds all over the kitchen floor during a test-run with no soap). At this point, repairman advised new dishwasher, which took two months (and multiple measuring attempts) to source. Old dishwasher has not been removed from property and still sits under our carport lending wonderful curb appeal to the cottage.
Washing Machine: Hot water supply had a leak. Luckily dishwasher repairman was able to fix while attending other issue.
Sewer Line: There is an overwhelming stench of human waste near the downstairs air return that permeates the entire premises from time to time. After a month and a half of disbelief, landlord finally agrees to investigate the problem. To his surprise, we are not imagining the odor when it is revealed that a main sewer pipe from the upstairs bathroom has a hole literally drilled through it (presumably from a botched telephone line installation).

Raw sewage has been leaking into the wall for who knows how long and this could have ultimately led to considerable structural damage or health-related problems. We found a friend who was contracted to fix the problem. Not even a "thank you" from the landlord, just grief about having to invest more money into the property.
Sliding Glass Window: Perhaps the least of our problems, the upstairs master bedroom sliding glass door window is discovered (unbeknownst to the landlord) to have one side of the double-paned glass completely broken out from a previous tenant. As a result, condensation forms on the glass and the cottage's already-poor energy efficiency suffers. At this point, the glass door opening has been measured four times, and an incorrectly-sized replacement window (versus sliding door) was purchased from salvage and sits in our garage.

Aside from the above, we recently discovered that our landlord misled our neighbor (also a tenant in a smaller adjacent cottage) into thinking the property was sold, thereby forcing her to move. His motive remains unknown, but this certainly feels unscrupulous.

Special thanks to Tyrone Green for the headline of this post.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Eggs For Sale


Our Black Stars, Araucanas, and Buff Orpingtons are now producing about 20-something (non-certified) organic eggs per day. Even when they accidentally break an egg or two, we've got plenty to go around and they're selling well to our friends, who appreciate eggs from chickens raised on non-soy organic feed. The Black Stars lay the light brown eggs, the Buff Orpingtons lay the dark brown, and the Araucanas lay those wonderful Easter Egg hues that Martha Stewart loves so much. Each morning and afternoon, the kids love to see what the hens have left for us. As long as the eggs are collected in this fashion, there isn't any concern for spoilage. One time, Maya and I witnessed a hen running around with an egg sticking out of her behind! Now, that's farm fresh! More about how we collect and package the eggs later...

Friday, December 07, 2007

Chicken Coop Progress (and Delays)


After getting off to a good start, I came down with a cold and I wasn't in any condition to be working outdoors on the chicken coop. When I got to feeling better, we had other errands and chores to do and our weekends quickly slipped by. Then I got a muscle cold in my neck this past weekend so no progress was made, although Dionne did order the "foil bubble foil" insulation and we have a giant roll ready to cut and apply to our wire frame. The arches are hand-bent rebar inserted into some spare PVC pipe for vertical support. The whole thing is held together with a few nails and lots of zip ties. The 2x4 wood frame makes it portable. Next we need to cut the end walls and door, then put some layers of tarp, old sheets and foil-bubble-foil insulation over it all to keep the chickens warm in the cold days ahead (ironically it's like 78 degrees Fahrenheit as I type this). It won't be anything like this one, but we're still novice coop-builders. More pics of our construction can be found here.