tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155316218729944992024-03-13T08:24:10.498-06:00The Sub-UrbansNot quite rural. Not quite urban. Musings from our suburban home.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829404797921665512noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315531621872994499.post-51716461977429128382018-01-27T09:52:00.000-07:002018-01-27T12:57:54.172-07:00Chickens - Gateway LivestockYou know that YouTube video that came out in 2013 about chickens being the <a href="https://youtu.be/Ll187f27Pxg" target="_blank">gateway livestock</a>? Well, about that. Our adventure into raising a few suburban hens did take us down an unexpected path. We have since moved from our home in Utah and purchased 20 acres of land where we can have hens, goats, sheep, and dogs -- as well as plenty of room for a garden. In moving, we found a loving family who adopted our hens. But, we learned a few things about raising hens that we wish we knew before we started.<br />
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When I was starting to raise a few little chicks, I tried to research the lifespan of my hens. I found minimal information. I learned that for the typical farmer, once a hen stopped laying eggs, she became soup. So there wasn't a lot of research on how long one breed lives compared to another. However, there was a lot of information on how fast one breed matures enough to butcher.<br />
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Well, my hens were pets. They were named and loved and I wanted them to live to the ripe old age of ... hmmm. I really didn't know. Year one, I lost Daisy. My sweet egg song singing white heritage hen. We aren't quite sure what happened. My children went to check for eggs, and there she was. I spoke to "real" farmers in the area. We had some guesses. I lacked experience to know what happened. Although I read blogs and books, I missed something. This is when reality set in. My naivete could result in the loss of a life of a little hen. I was determined to do better.<br />
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Nonetheless, loss is inevitable when raising animals. It is something I need to become more comfortable with.<br />
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<u>Pecking Order</u><br />
When Mary then became blind in one eye, I provided her with the best medical care I could. I took her to not only our local farm vet, but to the only avian vet in our area. She lived indoors with us while her injury healed. However, I underestimated the brutality she would experience as she returned to the pecking order. We tried several methods. Nonetheless, she started to separate herself from the brood. She quit eating. We would check in with her several times a day. Every night, my husband and I would hold her, and feed her by hand, and then lift her onto the roosting bars. We took her to the vet who could not find anything beyond a little bit of arthritis in one leg. What we did not see was that the top hen was being violent. Ultimately, Mary died from an injury from Jessie, the top hen.<br />
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In building our chicken area for the new property, we will have a chicken "hospital" area built. This will be an area where we can separate sick hens from the brood, but keep them visible to the other chickens. We are hopeful that if the hen stays within the sight of her group, that reintegration will be easier. Fingers crossed.<br />
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The more animals one has, the more difficult it is to go on vacation. A network needs to be developed. I don't yet have a network in Arizona to tend my animals. Having someone watch a dog or a cat while on vacation is one thing -- someone to milk a goat or tend to a chicken with a messy bottom is something altogether different.<br />
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There is a sense of responsibility that comes with raising animals. The entire quality of their lives depends on me. Unlike my children, when the animals I raise reach adulthood, they do not get to explore the world on their own. I need to plan for a place for my hens to run, areas for dirt baths, grass to scratch up, and shade from trees and bushes. In Arizona, it also means constructing structures that will keep them safe from snakes, coyotes, and predator birds.<br />
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I'll keep you up to date on the adventure. From the suburbs to rural America -- wish me luck.<br />
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<em>“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”</em> <br />
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That earthy smell. The snow is melting, the ground is muddy, but that earthy smell beckons me into the forgotten winter garden. Hitching up my dress clothes from work, I trod the squishy earth to say hello to the daffodils, grape hyacinths, and cherry blossoms. They are old friends who visit every spring. <br />
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My husband laughs as he catches me squatting with my camera -- my purse and work files precariously perched. Dinner's ready. We both have been working long hours - but tomorrow is Saturday. So, we move a little slower and take the time to look. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829404797921665512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315531621872994499.post-92034671919655458512013-12-01T01:02:00.001-07:002013-12-23T14:55:12.214-07:00Easy Recipe for Salt Dough Ornaments<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As a kid, we had a wonderful Christmas tree. Each year, my father would cut a fresh tree from our property and bring it into the house. The tree was draped in colorful lights, packages of silver tinsel, and a combination of decades of handmade ornaments. With the oddball assortment of macaroni-framed pictures, paper chains, or walnuts housing baby Jesus (labeled Christmas in a nutshell), the tree was more quirky than Department-store beautiful. In other words, it was perfect.<br />
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We would swarm around our parents who kept guard over the ornaments. We each had a favorite, and it was important to find it before another sibling could hang it on the tree.<br />
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My sister would look for the "Harold Angel" ornament. This was a stuffed fabric ornament of an angel cat from one of those pre-printed fabric panels sold in the early 1980's. The ornament was not much to look at -- but it came with a story. You see, we had a big, grumpy cat named Harold. He was anything but angelic. The idea of him with a halo and angel wings made us all laugh. Once my sister found the ornament, she'd break into song: "Hark the <u>Harold</u> angels sing..."<br />
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My favorite was made by my father. When I was in elementary school we had a family activity of making Christmas ornaments from salt dough. My dad made an ornament of my mother holding me while I was holding my doll. My mother's hair was made from dough pushed through a garlic press. The homemade ornament lasted for several decades until the fragile spaghetti-like hair started to break. Split ends were disastrous!<br />
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Over this Thanksgiving, I sat down with my kids and we made salt dough ornaments together for the first time. Hours passed as we laughed at our creations. I hope you enjoy making the ornaments as much as we did.<br />
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Mix with hands. Knead on flat, <u>unfloured</u> surface. No flour is needed on the kneading surface if the dough is of the right consistency. If it sticks -- add more flour to the dough. Roll dough out to 1/4" thick. Use cookie cutters to make shapes. Poke a hole in the dough to allow for a ribbon for hanging the final ornament. Bake at 150 degrees Fahrenheit for 3-4 hours on a non-stick baking sheet. Turn ornaments over one time at about 2 hours. Cool. Ornaments are now ready to paint with acrylics.<br />
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We went out to do the morning "farm chores" in our suburban backyard. I was checking on my chicken's feed and water when I saw it. There, in a straw-filled nesting box sat a perfectly-shaped small brown egg. Our first egg. I was so happy to see that one of my little pullets had gone through this rite of passage.<br />
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Since I had only two hens in the outdoor coop since Mary's injury -- the owner to this egg had to be either Queen Mary or Lady Edith. I asked them both. They were too dignified to answer such a personal question over their morning scratch grains. <br />
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So, who do you think laid the first egg? Are you team Mary or team Edith?<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829404797921665512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315531621872994499.post-92221444304406387372013-10-27T23:09:00.000-06:002013-10-27T23:09:53.363-06:00Chicken Injury Update: Queen Mary on the Mend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When our top hen Mary had her eye injured we first put her in a dog crate in our home to serve as a chicken hospital. This seemed like the rational next step. However, I now understand that far before the chicken hospital I had begun to gently slip from the world of rational behavior. Yes. I had developed chicken-caregiver neurosis. <br />
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The symptoms started small. I just wanted to build a cute coop. But, then it proceeded into conversations I started having with my pullets. "Why yes, Edith. You do have lovely feathers. Don't listen to Daisy." Those passing by would overhear the one-sided conversations. It was reminiscent of those humble souls on the subway who have moved from the world of neurosis to psychosis. However, I maintained that my feet remained firmly on the ground. I wasn't living in the great chicken coop in the sky -- just dreaming of it.<br />
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But, Mary's chicken injury has brought about a whole new level of neurotic manifestations. I could no longer deny my condition. My husband came home to finding me sobbing on the back porch with Mary wrapped in a baby blanket that I had used when my daughter was an infant. He knew what I needed. He brought me Kleenex and told me what a wonderful bird Mary was. He even showed patience as I slept in a cot near Mary for the next several nights.<br />
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Mary now appears healthy with the exception of being blind in one eye. We will do a final check-up to rule out the need of surgery this week. However, she still lives in our home as we are having issues reintegrating her into her brood. When we took her to free-range the remaining three pullets chased and pecked at her. So, at the last vet appointment (where I proudly didn't shed a single tear) I asked the vet how to work through issues of the remaining chickens seeking to injure Mary. (For those unfamiliar with the pecking order, chickens can be brutal to injured hens or pullets. Sometimes they will even kill the injured bird.)<br />
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My vet recommended removing another chicken out of the brood to be with Mary in the house. "To have a friend?" I sincerely asked. The look the vet gave me for my question confirmed that I still live in a chicken dream world. "No," he answered. He went to explain that removing a healthy (but not top or aggressive) bird will disorient the remaining birds. So, when Mary comes back to the brood, all of the aggressive attention will not be focused just on her.<br />
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So, we removed Edith. Edith had been a particularly sweet hen until Mary's injury. After Mary's injury, even she began to chase and peck at Mary. However, once we separated Edith from the group the two hens are now snuggling with each other at night and there is no unusual aggression between these two birds.<br />
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Yes. You heard right. I now have two chickens living in my home. I had to purchase something bigger than the dog-crate which fit only one. I now have them both in a Graco play pen. When I take them to free-range outside, the other hens now chase both chickens. Jessie tends to chase Mary. Daisy tends to chase Edith. I will continue to work on building the relationships between my chickens. <br />
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Chicken brutality is something I don't like to focus on. They live based on instinct and survival. There is a safety in the pecking order. <br />
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Although Queen Mary appears to be healing fine, it may take me a while to work through my own neurosis. Instead of focusing my attention on the realities of chicken pecking order, I'm going to go back to my happy chicken place by finding stylish (yet functional!) chicken diaper patterns. Until my brood is once again peaceably united, I'm sure I can find some cute fabric to accentuate both Edith's and Mary's lovely feathers.<br />
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Last Friday I learned that our hen Lady Mary is now blind in her right eye. Chickens see different distances from each eye. So, she has been limited in her overall ability to see. </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I assumed she had debris in her eye from dust-bathing on a particularly windy day. But, hens are good at hiding injuries and illness. It's a skill called masking. It helps them not appear weak for any predators who might want chicken for dinner. However, based on the extent of the eye damage, our avian veterinarian indicated it was more likely a puncture wound from being pecked or clawed by one of the other hens. Although we had been providing her with antibiotic drops from our general vet -- we were unable to save her sight. We are still determining whether or not eye surgery is needed to remove the damaged eye.</span></div>
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Until next Friday, we continue to treat her eye with steroid and antibiotic drops. She's been in a dog crate recovering in our home. We have supervised free-range time to try to keep her brood remembering who she is. Meanwhile, we have to watch out for the hens who want to peck at her injuries. </div>
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We'll keep you updated on how our Mary is doing. We told her she has now been promoted to the title of Queen. She is an amazing little bird.</div>
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I am a wisher. I wish on an assortment of items ranging from the first star of the evening to fallen eyelashes. I've blown my share birthday candles and dandelion seeds -- both with reckless abandon. I don't even worry about the extra years or the resulting yellow flowers. </div>
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I contemplate what I would do if a magic fish arrived at my house to grant me three wishes. Whether my wishes come from a flamboyant blond genie or a fish, I need to be prepared. I avoid wishing on monkeys' paws, though. That's just common sense. I do believe a touch a pragmatism to be helpful from time to time.</div>
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I believe in two kinds of magic: good and bad. The bad kind of magic compels me to jump over sidewalk cracks, avoid walking under ladders, or spilling salt. The good kind of magic turns caterpillars into butterflies or a seed into a flower faster than I can say bippity-boppity-boo!</div>
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I believe in luck. The kind of luck that sends me searching the meadows for a four-leaf clover. (Tearing the leaf of a three-leaf clover to make it look sort of like a four-leaf clover doesn't have the same results. True story.) Shiny pennies. Tootsie roll wrappers with stars. Fortune cookies. </div>
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<li>2 cups vine-ripened tomatoes (in one or multiple varieties). Half the cherry or grape tomatoes, slice/chop larger tomatoes into bite-sized pieces.</li>
<li>1 peeled cucumber either thinly sliced or diced (if you do not have cucumber on hand, this ingredient can be left out). </li>
<li>6-8 freshly chopped basil leaves</li>
<li>1/2 red onion cut into thin slices</li>
<li>1/4 cup feta cheese; crumbled</li>
<li>1/4 cup virgin olive oil</li>
<li>3 TBSP balsamic vinegar</li>
<li>1 TBSP sea salt</li>
<li>2 tsp. freshly ground pepper</li>
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Place cut tomatoes with their juice into a bowl. Add sliced cucumber, onion, basil, and feta. Drizzle olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Salt and pepper to taste. Refrigerate until ready to serve.<br />
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This is a salad that tastes best when it is made fresh before eating. It loses some of the crispness of the cucumber and onion if it sits in the oil and vinegar too long. If you do want to make the salad early, combine all the ingredients except the vinegar and oil. The oil and vinegar should be added just before serving.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829404797921665512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315531621872994499.post-87752148904492245052013-09-06T17:15:00.001-06:002013-09-06T17:15:53.832-06:00Slowing Down and Sustainability<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I think there is a lesson in here for me. I need to slow down <u>before</u> I get sick. I need to take more summer walks and take less work home. That being said, I'll be working this weekend to make up the lost hours. But, the billed hours will softened by some herbal tea on the back porch, quiet time in nature, and time with my beloved. Maybe by finding balance I can actually prevent some of the illnesses I've been fighting. I think that living a balanced life may be yet another form of sustainable living. </div>
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Seven years ago I was finishing up divorce documents. My attorney told me that if I wanted to legally change my name, we could include my name change with my papers. "So," I asked him, "I can change my name back to my maiden name?" He laughed and said, "you can change your name to whatever you want." <br />
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<em>Whatever I want.</em> I liked the sound of that. I was starting a new chapter in my life and a new name seemed like a good way to start. What name fit who I was now?<br />
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I came up with the name Sunflower. <br />
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I live in the beautiful desert of Utah. It is hot here in the summers. Uncomfortably hot. The soil where I live is actually rock with a little bit of sand. We have long periods of drought. Water is rationed every summer. Yet, in these adverse conditions, these beautiful sunflowers dot the landscape. They can blossom in these conditions because they have roots that go down deep and seek for water. Yes. I had been through my emotional desert and had the strong roots of friends, family, spirituality, and a sense of self that allowed me to flourish in adverse conditions. Sunflower it was. Until I spoke with my sister.<br />
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"Don'tcha think that changing your name to Sunflower might hurt Mom and Dad's feelings?" Oh yeah. History. Heritage. Not to mention that I actually like the name they chose. I didn't change my name to Sunflower. But I let the wild sunflower seeds bloom in my yard along with a few hybrid varieties.<br />
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A couple of years after my divorce I began dating my current husband. He sent a bouquet of sunflowers to my office. He's a keeper.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829404797921665512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315531621872994499.post-6270955179332476822013-08-14T23:23:00.001-06:002013-08-14T23:23:37.555-06:00Home-Canning: The Best Salsa Recipe Ever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My husband is a treat hoarder. He can be seen around the house with a box of cookies or bag of Doritos that he hid away from the rest of the family. One year I gave out jars of my homemade salsa to friends for Christmas. That's the year he also became a salsa hoarder. He's okay if I give away homemade jams or jellies, but was dismayed at losing a single jar of salsa. He's taken to hiding his personal stash. Yes. This recipe is just that good.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YLYQpeTww44/UggDMveAG3I/AAAAAAAAAls/kahlDEwoZ5w/s1600/DSCN2629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YLYQpeTww44/UggDMveAG3I/AAAAAAAAAls/kahlDEwoZ5w/s320/DSCN2629.JPG" width="320" /></a>This salsa recipe came from my mother's friend Eva to my mom. My mom taught me to write the name of the friend who gave the recipe on the top corner of the recipe card. That way, each time I cooked the recipe I could have nice thoughts about that friend. So, today I thought about Eva, and my mother, and I made a half batch of the best salsa ever.<br />
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This recipe is great for the summer garden. It takes only a few ingredients.<br />
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<li>1/2 bushel (about 26.5 pounds) skinned and chopped tomatoes </li>
<li>3/4 to 1 cup of canning salt</li>
<li>1 cup sugar</li>
<li>1 cup vinegar (white or apple cider)</li>
<li>5 large yellow onions</li>
<li>5 large bell peppers</li>
<li>20-27 small <u>or</u> 10-12 large jalapeño peppers</li>
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Makes 14+ pints of salsa<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FOlN9XPuPLw/UggD00ki25I/AAAAAAAAAl8/6MnCDRf_wB8/s1600/DSCN2637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FOlN9XPuPLw/UggD00ki25I/AAAAAAAAAl8/6MnCDRf_wB8/s320/DSCN2637.JPG" width="320" /></a><u>Step 1</u>: Skinning tomatoes<br />
Wash the tomatoes. Discard any with significant scarring or other blemishes. Your salsa's only as good as your ingredients. So, if you don't garden, you may want to go to a Farmer's market or store that offers vine-ripened tomatoes. To skin tomatoes, you'll use two pots. One is filled with ice water and the other is on the stove full of water heated to a rolling boil. With a large slotted spoon, place six tomatoes into the boiling water. As soon as they are in the water, you'll want to work just as quickly at removing them. In the order they were placed, spoon the tomatoes out of the boiling water and place them into the container of ice water. Repeat until the ice water bowl is full. Take the iced tomatoes out and with a paring knife cut off the stem end. Cut the tomato in half. With the knife, the peel should easily pull off the tomato half. I then cut the half into half and into small pieces and place them in a colander to drain.<br />
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<u>Step 2</u>: Thicken salsa<br />
Place drained tomatoes, canning salt, sugar, and vinegar into a non-reactive (enameled) large roasting pan. I put the roasting pan across two burners, with both burners on low to medium heat. <br />
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<u>Step 3</u>: Prepare the onions and peppers<br />
For this recipe you will be working with a large quantity of spicy ingredients. You probably know your tolerance for working with spicy peppers or onions. If you have any cuts on your hands or are prone to rubbing your eyes, you may want to wear rubber gloves when working with these ingredients. I have a friend who uses goggles when cutting large quantities. I haven't splurged on the goggles, yet. Instead, I do a little cathartic crying during the onion cutting. <br />
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Prepare vegetables for grinding. Remove onion ends and peeling. Remove stems from green peppers and jalapeños. Grind the onions and peppers. (I use a Vitamix blender. However, a food process, hand grinder, or even finely chopping the ingredients work well.)<br />
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<em>Note: The jalapeño peppers are what add the spiciness to this salsa. You may want to add less peppers than listed and then taste the salsa before adding more. </em><br />
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Add the onion and pepper mixture to the tomato mixture on the stove. Continue to slowly cook the mixture until it is to the desired consistency. Stir occasionally. <br />
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<u>Step 5</u>: Prepare canning supplies<br />
Wash canning lids and rings. Place them in sets in a pot of water placed on low heat. Keep at a simmer. Wash canning jars and place them in an oven set at 150 degrees. Fill water bath canner halfway with water; bring to a boil. Fill tea kettle with water, set to boil. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7tDkqrpm28/UgxWLbTOu_I/AAAAAAAAAqM/6e7sCUWPb7Y/s1600/DSCN2673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7tDkqrpm28/UgxWLbTOu_I/AAAAAAAAAqM/6e7sCUWPb7Y/s320/DSCN2673.JPG" width="320" /></a><br />
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<u>Step 6</u>: Fill jars<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bz-JashQ3_o/UgxZGYZfy1I/AAAAAAAAArM/axp_9jb4puc/s1600/DSCN2685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bz-JashQ3_o/UgxZGYZfy1I/AAAAAAAAArM/axp_9jb4puc/s320/DSCN2685.JPG" width="320" /></a>Using a funnel, fill heating canning jar with heated salsa. Leave 1/4" head space between top of glass jar and salsa. Slide plastic knife down inside of jar to remove air bubbles. Wipe off jar top. Take jar ring and lid from simmering water and hand tighten on jar. Place jar in wire rack placed in up position in canner. When canner is filled (no jars touching) lower jars into boiling water. Cover jars with 1-2 inches of water. To speed process, I add the boiling water from tea kettle. <br />
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<u>Step 7</u>: Process salsa<br />
Bring water bath canner to boil with lid on. Once water is at a rolling boil begin timing. Salsa takes 15 minutes to process at low altitude. However, additional time is needed for the salsa to be processed depending on the altitude you are at. For example, in my location in Utah, I need to add 10 minutes, and will process/boil the salsa for 25 minutes.<br />
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<u>Step 8</u>: Sealing jars<br />
Once time is completed for canning, carefully remove the jars from the canner. (Point the canner's lid away from you so you don't get burned by the steam.) With your jar holder remove the jars and place on a heat resistant surface. Leave space between the jars. You will hear the jars pop as they seal.<br />
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Recently the online media has focused attention on hipster chicken keepers. Whether blaming the plight of homeless chickens on the backyard chicken keeping trend, or NPR's defending the chicken keepers and blaming community rooster regulations -- being an urban or suburban chicken keeper has now come with a label. Since I am a suburban chicken keeper, I have now also become a trendy hipster. (Well, I do like shopping at vintage stores, and have a thing for mason jars.) I figure instead of refuting or defending the label -- I decided to acknowledge it exists. In my case, I can see how it may even be a wee bit warranted in that I love the new chicken accessories popping up. Just like most of my interests, there's shopping to be done. Here are a few of my favorite finds.<br />
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<a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/product/search/25442534.jsp?cm_vc=SEARCH_RESULTS&color=085" target="_blank">Ceramic Egg Cartons</a> $12 from Anthropologie. They stack, come in cute colors, and can be safely cleaned and reused. Want!</div>
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Nothing says, I'm a modern hipster chicken keeper like the <a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=27556869&parentid=SEARCH+RESULTS" target="_blank">Egg Hanging Planter</a> from Urban Outfitters. With its retro feel, you can call your friends over for a Mad Men party and serve up some deviled eggs with this beauty hanging in the background. (As you all probably know, it's those wicked chickens who lay deviled eggs.) $34.</div>
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For those real splurges for $3,300 at Sundance Catalog, you can purchase this 30" x 30" painting <a href="http://www.sundancecatalog.com/product/63036.do" target="_blank">"Morning View"</a> by artist and sustainable living author Katherine Dunn.</div>
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Feel free to keep the chicken letters and comments coming. Edith is quite the diva and told me she wasn't a bit surprised at receiving mail.<br />
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So, when I hear him talking Basil, I know he is wanting me to make Lidia's pesto. <a href="http://www.lidiasitaly.com/recipes/detail/1074" target="_blank">(Click here for pesto recipe from Lidia's Italy.)</a></div>
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Although my family has always gone through a lot of sweet Basil, prior to this pesto recipe, I always had too much parsley in the garden. Outside of the occasional garnish or a flavoring in my turkey gravy -- I really didn't use the plant very much. Typically, I was giving away parsley from a single plant. After finding this recipe, we now have four parsley plants, and I worry I won't have enough. <br />
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I wanted our coop to look like it had been out on the farm for years. So it was time to distress some wood. For those who haven't done it before, it's very easy. The first step is to paint the wood in all of the colors you want to reveal. In this picture, I painted the wood with both a white primer and a blue paint. So, the reveal would have multiple colors.</div>
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Her song topics range from the beautiful ballad on teaching our children love and then letting go in <a href="http://youtu.be/RF62YUxZgRc" target="_blank">"The One Who Knows,"</a> to tackling the issue of obedience to authority, in the song "Buzzer" which relates the 1960s Stanford University Milgrim experiments to our society today. </div>
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In the 1960s several musicians created protest songs to rally public opinion on social issues such as female empowerment in Aretha Franklin's song <a href="http://youtu.be/6FOUqQt3Kg0" target="_blank">"Respect,"</a> James Brown's song <a href="http://youtu.be/j0A_N-wmiMo" target="_blank">"I'm Black and Proud,"</a> or folk singers Peter, Paul and Mary performing the anti-war song <a href="http://youtu.be/V2ikZZDeogo" target="_blank">"Where Have All The Flowers Gone?"</a></div>
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The day we received our newborn chicks, the little birds were scratching and pecking at the brooder box. They are now pullets, and they enjoy scratching everywhere they go. They dig dirt bath areas, fluff up the pine shavings on the floor before napping, and scratch at the grass and bark for bugs and other food. Scratching and pecking are natural activities for chickens.<br />
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For many commercial and even suburban flock owners, the floor of the coop is made of chicken wire. The wire allows the bird droppings to remain off of the floor of the coop. Having a wire floor on the coop can make it easier to clean. However, this wire makes it difficult for the birds to scratch. <br />
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It has been several decades since I have gathered eggs. So, I'm less sure about nesting boxes. What I've read indicates that several birds will use the same box. So, with four hens I would likely need only 1-2 boxes. However, we may wish to expand our little flock to six hens (the maximum allowed in my neighborhood). So, we have three nesting boxes for good measure.<br />
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The size of many nesting boxes are 12"x12"x12". However, if you have a smaller breed or larger breed of chicken you may want to adjust the box size. My breeds are somewhat larger, so my boxes are 14" square. I've read that if you make the boxes too large that two chickens may try to lay eggs in the same box at the same time. This could lead to broken eggs. <br />
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Each hen needs about 18 inches of space where she will roost for the night. The roosting bar needs to be set higher than the nesting boxes (to prevent the boxes from being used for sleeping). The bar also needs to provide about 2 feet of head space. There are some chicken owners who swear by round wooden dowels whereas others are loyal to 2x4 lumber for their bars. I'll be using a branch from a fallen tree for one roosting bar and a 2x4 for the other. I'll be experimenting with two bars at different heights to see what my breeds prefer. The thickness and height of the bars will increase as my pullets age into hens.<br />
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In 2012 the average US commercial laying hen only had 67 inches (yes inches!) of cage space. (More information on industry practices from NPR. <a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/thesalt/2012/01/26/145900751/ex-foes-stage-coop-detat-for-egg-laying-chickens" target="_blank">Click here to read</a>.) Although keeping the chickens in small cages may be a cost-effective approach to getting eggs to the dinner table, we wanted our chickens to have more opportunities to stretch, fly, roost, and nest. <br />
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Even though I picked breeds of chickens that are cold tolerant, only two of my hens are heat tolerant. Utah has extremes in heat, and chickens can go into stress when temperatures are too hot or too cold. So we incorporated three ideas to help with temperature control for our birds.<br />
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<li><u>Electricity</u>. We have wired the chickens home to have access to electricity. This allows us to have a water heater keeping the chicken's water warm, as well as the ability to set up a heating unit for sudden drops in temperature.</li>
<li><u>Insulation</u>. Although many coops are not insulated, I worry about the chickens getting too hot or cold. So, the walls have been insulated with foam. The roof has insulation in the form of a living roof. The roof has six inches of potting soil and is covered in plants. This serves to help prevent the roof from getting too hot in the summer, and also serves to help maintain heat during the winter.</li>
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In a chicken coop, well, poop happens. A lot of it. It emits ammonia into the air which can cause respiratory problems for your chickens. So, having an intake vent on the lower portion of one wall (for me, that is the door to our chicken run) and a vent near the top of the of the ceiling in the opposing wall should create air flow that removes the excess amounts of ammonia from the coop. When placing vents, consider how to promote airflow without making the roosting areas drafty. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829404797921665512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315531621872994499.post-45749913044818280552013-07-13T10:42:00.001-06:002013-07-13T10:44:10.963-06:00Pullets at Play<a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzhWVWu1v5x9MmpwQkxmTjdNOEU/edit" target="_blank"></a><br />
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</span>The girls are no longer chicks - we're entering the world of pullets. Like any teen, they are ready to stretch their wings and fly. Cuddles with Mama hen (aka me) are less common than at week two. <br />
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At one month old they had outgrown their brooder box. They were ready to move into the new coop. There was just one problem, we hadn't finished building it yet! I thought it would soothe their ruffled feathers to see our progress. Instead of the cursory glances I expected, the girls immediately made themselves at home. They happily chirped, scratched, and told us that they were ready. Since I'm a pushover when they give me those cute little eyes, they moved in immediately, and we planned to complete the finishing touches during their free range time.<br />
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Here they are in their mostly finished coop enjoying their favorite treat - watermelon. They are 5 weeks old in the video.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829404797921665512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315531621872994499.post-29426255188920091032013-06-24T22:21:00.002-06:002013-06-24T22:32:44.130-06:00Two weeks and the chicks are so cute! (Video)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4EHk1hl8XE/UckZpcpTwLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/H8AJklVT-x0/s1600/Chicken+whisperer.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4EHk1hl8XE/UckZpcpTwLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/H8AJklVT-x0/s1600/Chicken+whisperer.png" height="320" width="302" /></a>I was told that chicks were only cute for two weeks and then watch out! But, I must have already bonded, because although my girls have passed the two-week mark, I think they are cuter than ever. They are part down and part feather, and sweeter than I could imagine. This week the girls decided that I was fun to perch on top of. My arms and legs became roosting bars. And if a strong wind gust or dog bark happened, they quickly ran under my sitting legs. I think that officially makes me the Mama hen.<br />
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The girls have been practicing their flight skills with their new wing feathers. Three of the four (Mary, Edith, and Daisy) will fly out of the brooder box when I remove the lid. Jessie still waits for me to take her out. It could be an excuse, though. She prefers to be held and cuddled. Mary gets these short bursts of energy where she sprints and flies hitting anything in her path. They definitely have unique personalities.<br />
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I read that you can start giving chicken treats at this age. We splurged on some dried worms. (Yuck!) I thought the girls would love it. But, as you can see from the video, they were more interested in perching and catching some rays. Free range time is its own treat. <a href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzhWVWu1v5x9S09oUDlSS1F4T00/edit?usp=drive_web" target="_blank">Click here to see the video of the chicks with their first treats!</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829404797921665512noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315531621872994499.post-59926236335979833202013-06-22T01:26:00.001-06:002013-07-23T08:58:29.547-06:00Sneak peek! Chicken coop construction<br />
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Our little chicks will soon outgrow their brooder box and will be ready for their new coop. If only it were finished! Here's a sneak peek at what we've done so far.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06829404797921665512noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315531621872994499.post-201560832752753902013-06-04T20:25:00.000-06:002013-06-04T20:32:26.354-06:00Our baby chicks arrived safe and sound (video)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I'm so excited to be the adoptive mom to these four little chicks! Let me introduce you.<br />
We have Lady Edith (the Buff Orpington), Lady Mary (the Black Australorp), and Daisy (the Delaware). For those who are PBS fans, you can probably tell that I picked out their names when I was watching Downton Abbey. Then, we added one more chick to the order, and my husband named her Jessie (the Silver-Laced Wyandotte).<br />
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They were hatched yesterday, and this is their first day in their new home. They are so excited about it! Today they took their first drink of water, ate crumbles, scratched the ground, and pecked just about everything. However, one of the chicks didn't tolerate the toe pecking and gave a few head pecks back at her sister. (The sibling rivalry begins!)<br />
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Summer signals the end of the spring garden. Today we harvested the last of the radishes. In the summer my radishes tend to get spicy!<br />
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Radishes are great cut into salads, or even just dipped in a little salt. But, instead of filling up my over-stocked fridge, I decided to use the remaining radishes in a side dish with dinner.<br />
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