I Survived the Littles First Day Out

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I found it difficult to ‘let go and let God,’ as we headed back inside the house…

Logically speaking, I know that chickens have been taking care of themselves for thousands of years… but this momma hen was having trouble letting go of her babies!

However, after talking with a few of my fellow chicken farmers, we decided we would let Little Sis have complete control over the careful watch of her young…

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Though they are more than 2 weeks old, they are still so small in size compared to the rest of our 1-acre homestead…

I found myself constantly looking out the window to make sure they were okay… yet, every time I peered through the window, I could not find my precious babies!

And, even though there have been hawks and vultures circling the field behind ours, I put my faith in our Creator and in Little Sis, and continued on with my day…

By the time we were ready to go out and close the coop for the night, I had images of unspeakable horrors as to what I might find… but thankfully, I was pleasantly greeted by Little Sis and her young brood!

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As I sighed a huge sigh of relief, I went into the feed room for a much-deserved treat for the little family!

And before you ask… Yes, I did share the treats with Teriyaki and the rest of the gang!

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After everybody went inside for the night, I finally found myself able to relax…

Now that I know everyone is safe and sound, I can finally say, ‘I survived the ‘Littles’ first day out!’

Till next time,

~ Sheri

New Life on the Homestead

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Mom and I swore we weren’t going to breed our flock anymore!

The reason, quite frankly, is because our birds are too closely related. Most of our flock are brothers and sisters, with only a handful of the original flock left…

I have found when breeding, you can breed cousins, aunts and uncles and even mother and child, or father and child… but not brother and sister… There are way too many hereditary health issues which can make your flock very weak… including malformations…

The best method of breeding, I believe, is called ‘Clan Breeding.’ This is where you start with two separate flocks (same breed, of course)… then, you take a rooster from each of the two flocks and switch them out… next, you let nature take its course…

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Since we decided to no longer breed our flock, we’ve been collecting our girls eggs 2-3 times a day…

However, as things in life happen… nature won out!

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Our youngest hen, ‘Little Sis,’ decided to go broody a few weeks back! She was strongly protective of the eggs she was sitting on, so I decided to let nature take its course and hope for the best!

Now, we have new life here on the homestead! We have been blessed with 10 precious little baby chicks!

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For the last few days, we allowed momma and chicks to go outside to stretch their legs, and wings… Little Sis has been quite appreciative of the free ranging, especially after sitting on a nest for 3 weeks! However, we have only been letting them out for about 30-60 minutes in the evening…

Momma is not too thrilled with this schedule, so today, I have opted to forgo going to church and stay close to home… I am going to let Little Sis have a say in when the little ones can go in and out… and for how long… but, this momma hen is staying close by to give Little Sis a hand if need be…

So, with that said, I am going to go let the little ones out to explore, and watch Little Sis teach her young!

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Till next time,

~ Sheri

Still Struggling…

I’m a ‘City Chick!’ Why choose me?

Sometimes, I think ‘the man upstairs’ picked the wrong person for this homesteading gig…

Most of the work around here is difficult for me to do… weeding… tilling… trimming… lifting… tossing… all things that I struggle doing…

I have back issues…

Years ago, I was diagnosed with Degenerative Disk Disease.. Basically, that means that the disks in my spine are disintegrating. The result? Pain! And lots of it! The pain keeps me from being able to do even the simplest of tasks… like standing at the sink to wash dishes. It’s not that I like to do dishes… it’s the standing, bent over the sink that gets me… usually, I have to take a break after standing for more than 10-15 minutes… no matter what I’m doing…

…and no heavy lifting… nothing more than 10 pounds — doctors orders…

Yet, here I am… on a homestead… wondering why God brought me here?!?

I ask Him for help… but instead, He brings me more work…

Case and point…

Yesterday, as mom and I were sitting in the living room, out of nowhere, we heard a crackling sound which ended with a thud! As we rushed to the front door, this is what we found…

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A tree from across the tracks had fallen…

A neighbor, a few doors away, said ‘Somebodies watching out for you girl! I watched it fall! That tree just missed your truck!

After getting the number for the Rail Trail, (only to be informed that the police and the park ranger needed to be contacted instead), mom made the necessary calls… now, she thought, it was just a matter of sitting back and waiting…

Wrong!

We live on a dead end stretch of roadway… this tree, was blocking 5 other homes! Homes with people who need to go to work each day!

But what to do?

We don’t have the appropriate tools… like a chainsaw… and I certainly couldn’t pull or drag this huge tree!!!

Even with moving my truck… there wouldn’t be enough room to get through…

Thankfully, one of our neighbors brought his handy-dandy chain saw and made light work of the branches blocking the way… a few others came together to clear the path… the rest, we were told, by the park ranger who came out to investigate, will be removed some time today…

Looking at the bright side of things…

I am grateful that it missed my truck… I’m also thankful that no one was on the trail when the tree fell… and I’m really thankful that it wasn’t the taller tree next to it that fell… it would have hit the house!

Thank you, God for watching over us and protecting us from harm… and thank You for all the help…

However, mom has found more work for me to do…

She wants to save as much of the tree as she can… she had our gang of helpers haul the sawed branches to our yard… she wants to make wood chips out of it for the garden…

Looks like I’ll be calling the local garden center for prices on renting a wood chipper!

Pray for my back please!

Till next time,

~ Sheri

 

A Glimmer of Hope…

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I know I’ve been quiet lately…

That’s because I’ve been struggling with discouragement…

For the last couple of weeks, mom and I have both been fighting this demon… wondering what we should do about our farm…

In all honesty… we could lose our farm…

Yes, I’ve shared how we plan to sell the farm and go out on the road… but truth be told… our true desire is to make this farm work…

But let’s face it… there are a lot of expenses to this homesteading gig…

First, there is the cost of purchasing livestock… and their feed and bedding…

Next, is the farm equipment and tools to work the land…

And then, there are the utilities — even if you are lucky enough to have your own well for water, if you truly want to go completely off grid, you need to go solar (or wind)… but, there is still the cost of solar panels… And, unless you are mechanically inclined (which I am not), there is still the cost of paying someone to install them!

Oh, and let’s not forget… there is the mortgage for the home and land on which you plan to live out your dream of homesteading!

Let’s face it…homesteading ain’t cheap!

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Don’t get me wrong… although it wasn’t my idea to move to the country, I find that I really enjoy this way of living… of getting back to my roots… doing things the way our grandmothers and grandfathers used to do things!

Let’s face it! They knew how to do stuff!

They didn’t go to the grocery store on a whim for a can of this or a bottle of that! They grew and raised their own food! They actually fixed things that were broken instead of throwing things away! They were self-sufficient!

That is my dream!

In scripture, it says that if we have faith, the size of a mustard seed, that we can move mountains…

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We have a mountain in front of us…

If things do not turn around financially, we could in fact, lose our farm… so, one way or another, we may be traveling the road whether we want to or not…

But, I believe that God has given me a vision of being self-sufficient…

I believe this farm is my place of learning…. the place where I find out what I can do, and who I am as a person…

I may fall flat on my face… and yes, we may even lose our farm…

But until we leave, I will continue to work the soil and plant our garden… and I will continue to take care of our livestock…

I haven’t given up yet!

I believe Gods’ word when it says, I can say to this mountain ‘move’ and it shall be moved…

You may think I am wearing ‘rose colored glasses,’ and that I need to face facts… but for me… it’s a glimmer of hope!

Till next time,

~ Sheri