Here comes the Harvest!

All the hard work is beginning to pay off...with more work!  This is my favorite time of year, canning, making kraut, stuffing the cellar full of all the good stuff the garden is producing. 

Cucumbers and hungarian hot peppers are keeping me busy.  I've got two gallons of sour pickles put up and am reving me engines in anticipation of an afternoon of bread and butter pickles.  The pickled peppers turned out just like my grandmother's (sigh of relief).  75 peppers turned into only 4 quarts of pickles, but it will be well worth the effort when we enjoy them all winter.  And those 8 little pepper plants are loaded with little peppers and blossoms again.  I'm hoping to get at least 8 more quarts before the plants poop out.

Green beans are going gang-busters!  We had quite a few jars left from last years harvest, so I'm not going to kill myself canning tons of beans this year and will consentrate on other things we are out of, like tomatoes.  It was a nice surprise to get my glorious green beans mentioned in my brother's blog yesterday though.

And our cabbage deserves a blog all it's own!  We harvested 103.5 pounds of cabbage on Sunday.  I spend most of the day Monday shredding cabbage for kraut and kimche by hand.  Seven hours later....six gallons of kraut, the real kind in crocks with active bacteria, in all it's sour-salty goodness, and a gallon of my version of kimche with two heads of garlic and killer jalepenos. 

On a different note, I'm working on some new things for my etsy shop.  I've got a couple of pillows, some scarves and a fall purse in the works.  I'm contemplating a couple new skeins of yarn as well.  Also, I got my first custom order this week, for  a  wedding. Thrilled that someone would include me in a small way on their special day.  And  both my spider purse and my fish purse where picked as featured items in Etsy treasuries last week.

Here Fishy Fishy

My To-Do list is growing and the days are getting shorter already.  Loving every minute.

The soap opera that is our flock!

Several of the hens now have names.  It is hard to not give them names when we get to know their personalities.  And all the drama of them trying to establish a pecking order is like watching a made-for-tv-mini-series.

Ron the Rooster, the smallest of our flock, is, unfortunately, at the very bottom of the pecking order, though he doesn't know it.    Yesterday most of the chickens were in the coop.  We hear, "CACKLE,CACKLE,CACKLE!"  Out shoots Ron at top speed!  It happened several times.  Then when they went in to roost last night, Ron wanted to roost on the highest rung, but it was already full.  So, he climbed on top of the hens already up there, then down he came in a flurry of feathers.  I have to say he is persistent though. This morning he was on the top roost.

 

We  have one very beautiful girl who is almost all white that we named TAPS...white/ghost/ghost hunters...  Shofar has a little bump for a comb, like a horn. She is very friendly and likes to peck at my toes.  Hillary is named after Sir Edmond Hillary, since she is the adventurous one who often goes off by herself.  Jezabel is the big, golden bully who is shooting for top hen.  She enjoys putting Ron in his place.  Penny, as in Henny Penny, is the littlest golden and just a little dingy and scatter-brained.  She is always running around in a tizzy.

The four others haven't been named yet.  I'm sure the kids will come up with some crazy names.  I'm just hoping we don't end up with a "Barbie" or "SpongeBob". 

 

They're here!

Our ten little chickens have arrived.  We were planning on 10 pullets and 1 cockerel, all silver laced wyndottes.  That's not exactly how it turned out.  The lady we bought our little flock from had some serious raccoon problems last week, so we took what was left.  We have 6 silver laced wyndotte pullets, 3 golden laced wyndotte pullets and 1 silver laced wyndotte cockerel.

We loaded them into the pig's old kennel in that back of the pickup.  They road well, piled up on top of each other in the back corner all the way from Ionia.

I don't think we will be naming all of the girls, but our little dude has been dubbed "Ron," because we are Harry Potter fans.  Harry was too obvious, but Ron was just right.  Keith insists that his middle name will be Mohawk.  So, Ron M. Weasley!  He's smaller than all the clucks in his harem, but I guess he'll grow into them.

The coop was reinforced today after I read on line last night all about evil, murderous raccoons.  We are obviously not finished with everything, but it is secure and dry, as we found out in the storm that caught us unaware this evening.  We were trying to get the chickens in before the storm hit hard, but they had not been in the coop yet and would not go in!  We finally corralled them all, and Keith and I had to take cover with them.  Everyone stayed dry and happy.

Mom and Dad enjoyed riding the golf cart out to the chicken coop this evening to watch all the action.  Amazing how enthralling all that scratching and pecking can be.  So, the flock is in to roost and everyone in our coop is in bed.  Looking forward to getting up and visiting our chickies in the morning.

Here come the girls

The girls arrive tomorrow.  The coop is almost ready.  Keith and I were on a roll a couple of weeks ago. We had our plan, materials list and tons of can-do.  After lots of reading, research on the web and discussions with everyone who had an opinion, we started. 

The first trip to the lumber yard went very smoothly, but notice I said "first."  We got a good start by finishing the floor that first day of building.  I was feeling very confident as a foreman.  The next day went just as well.  The front wall went up and the front wall was framed in with a door and window.  I actually got the math right!

Then we realized that the material list did not account for framing in more than a door, so back to the lumber yard.  Then I cut a board wrong, so back to the lumber yard again.  But it all came out fine, until I found out I needed advanced trigonometry to figure out the angles of the side walls.  That one "whoopsie"  threw it all out of square.  The walls were up, but none of the rafters fit right!  Ugh! 

Thanks to my brother, Joe, who came to our rescue, we actually got a roof on.  I didn't even want to look at another nail.   He and Keith got the roof on, felted and the shingles started just as a huge storm hit.  Keith and I holed up in the chicken house for half an hour while the worst of the storm came through.  Not a drip of water! 

So, now we have it moved into place and only a few finishing touches until we are ready for the girls to move in!  It isn't pretty yet, but chickens don't care if the siding is color coordinated.  I do, so it will be cute by the time it is finished.  We have a recycled door from an old farmhouse and great arched windows.  I think we will do board and batten siding.  American Gothic meets Foghorn Leghorn!

And I have to say that even with the little mistakes, I am proud of us.  Without any building experience, I think we did pretty good for our first try, and thanks to my brother's tips and tricks, the next project will go much smoother.

Tonight I dream of fresh eggs, little "ladies" gossiping under the apple tree, maybe some meat chickens next spring, and being that much closer to a self-sufficient life.

SALE!!!!!

SALE! CHRISTMAS IN JULY!

From now until the end of the month get up to 15% off any item. I will give 5% off to every Facebook follower, 5% off to every blog follower, and 5% for refering one friend who becomes a follower on either Facebook or my blog. That equals up to 15% off any purchase all month long!

Plan ahead for Christmas giving, or give yourself something special.

Also, I am adding a line of hair accesories.  I have three posted already and several more on the way.  They would make great stocking stuffers.