Super Mutt’s grand adventure

The past few days have been good.  I’ve gotten a lot done.  Not everything has gone as planned, but I’ve decided planning is overrated at this point.  The past several days Super Mutt and I have been walking.  This morning my old bones were giving me fits.  With all the rain  and all the extra work I’m hurting.  So we took a break.  But the old dog needs to get out and do his business, so we decided to get good look at the land we have to work with.

We go way back.  At the edge of the property is a stream and it’s pretty grown up.  Well at my level it’s grown up, at Super Mutt’s it’s perfect.  I can not tell you how many spiders that dog made me face plant.  Eww….  He twisted and turned through like it’s just no big deal.  I stumble and got snagged on every branch there was.  Clearly God designed this part of the land for dogs, not clumsy humans girls like myself.  It’s been so long since I have seen him this happy and excited.

We made our way back to the house and went inside.  He lapped up water and went to plop down in his favorite spot right next to my bed.  He laid sprawled out whacking his tail up and down.  He was pleased with me.  I have to confess, I laid down with him and rubbed his tummy.  I realized how much I have neglected him.  He’s good boy and has been there for me countless times.  I really have the best dog on earth.  He’s kinda special.

After this I got up and it hit me, how many other things in my life am neglecting.  Sometimes I think I can do that, I’m Super Mom.  I am Super Mom, but the way, but sometimes we have to realize our limits.  Today was about figuring out what I can do on land and what I can’t.  It’s also about when enough is enough.  I have enough.  All my needs are met.  Life is good.  Super Mutt is a great dog because he keeps me in check.  Life is simple and we should live it that way.  That’s my goal.  Keep it simple and keep it real.  Sounds goodto me.

Yesterday I got all the trees pruned.  Yay.  I have plans with those branches.  Nothing goes to waste in The Hollow.  Today I have to fix a flat tire on the lawn mower and then mow.  I’m hoping to get to the garden at some point today, but if not, it’s not the end of the world.  mutt 009

The End of a Season

Yesterday began the first day of no job.  It’s a good thing and I am looking at other options.  I just realized the job I was in wasn’t a right fit for me and……well it royally sucked.  Only way to explain it.  It was wearing on me, the family and all the animals.

I had pictured in my mind for several weeks how my first day would go.  It didn’t really go as planned, but I reminded myself you have tomorrow and the next day and the next and the next.  OK.  I got up to the usual routine, let the animals out, feed, water, say good morning to all my lovely bird and be the crazy chicken lady that the neighbors talk about.  Then I went in and stirred the kids from their bed, began making lunches….stopped due to teenage girl not feeling well and I didn’t really need to make my lunch since I will be here and not work.  Wait teenage girl at home on my first day, not cool.  Turns out she never left her room except to beg for food.   I dropped the Max off and came back home.

That’s when it got real.  I don’t have a job.  I might have done a happy dance followed up with a few tears followed with confusion.  What do I do first.  COFFEE.  Yes I needed coffee for this planning.  And it was so, with peanut butter toast.  So I sat in front of my window drinking coffee and eating toast plotting the day, when I look over at Super Mutt.  Sad eyes saying, “I need attention”.  That’s when I told him we were going for a walk.  He looked confused.  I called him to the door and he got excited.  I wanted to do the full two miles of the road, but got a call from the Eldest that he needed help with school stuff.  SM and I got a full 20 minute walk in.  SM was beat when we got back.  Maybe we will take this slow on the old boy.

I got the Eldest taken care of, managed to get some house work done and a mountain of laundry washed.  No yard work was done due to so much rain.  I told myself there is tomorrow.  Tomorrow came and the usual morning routine took place (teenage girl went to school, Woohoo).  I sat with my coffee and toast and saw sad eyed Super Mutt.  I declared to him that we needed to go for a walk.  His ear perked up and looked at me with suspicion.  But when he heard the leash at the door he came running.

I decided today we will do time not miles.  I determined 30 minutes will be our goal.  We set out.  As usual SM marked everything we passed.  The sun was coming up and I began to smell the honeysuckle.  I had noticed them yesterday and thought how odd. Honeysuckle is usually gone by early August.  I was tempted to stop and pick some.  I have always loved the sweet taste.  Smelling it flooded me with memories.  SM was loving the smell as well.

Standing there looking at the honeysuckle I realized summer is almost gone.  Fall is around the corner.  I thought how fitting it was that I would be ending one chapter of my life as summer is ending.  Fall is my favorite season and this year I will really get to enjoy it as I start this new chapter.  Sadly this summer was stressful at work I missed the honeysuckle, but like a gift from God I got see it one last time.

There is a lot to do at The Hollow but I have the time for now to get it done.  The budget will be tight, but I will manage.  The kids will be spoiled with homemade goodness and lots of Mom time.  That I am looking forward to.  Today is still up in the air as to what will get done, but things will get done.  And my new motto is “There is tomorrow”.  I might add to it, “Enjoy today”.  Have a great day today.


turkey 006The last several days have been incredibly busy around the Hollow.  I have been working endless days getting the turkey run and shelter done.  I needed to move them from the big brooder to move the Cuckoo Marans and the Sumatras.  And I needed build new coops for the quail that were to hatch any day.  Seventy five hatched yesterday. Poultry math and all that procrastinating were catching up with me.  On top of that it is VBS this week at the church and I had a big glean yesterday.  I brought home several hundred pounds of squash.  The birds are happy.  Needless to say I took yesterday and today off from work.

Yesterday I managed I get the turkey run done and began the process of moving them.  Those birds are nuts.  They acted like I was murdering them.  I got all seven in without much damage to me.  No lasting scars.  I had a few things left to do before I went in to get ready for VBS.  I thought I would just hang out and make sure there weren’t in hole to escape from.  I’m going to tell you while standing there the most beautiful thing happen.  My turkeys were being turkeys.

For the first time they felt dirt and they loved it.  They ran from corner to corner and found the SPOT.  They flopped down and rolled and fluffed and whistled with happiness.  It amazes me the embedded  desire and knowledge that these birds have to love dirt and all it’s glory.  They got up and ran some more.  They would flap their wings.  They ran to me and from me.  They couldn’t stop.  It was like the day my son realized that he could walk.  He did it all day till he could go no further.  The turkey saw everything and wanted to see it all.  It was awesome.  I love my chicken, but these turkey are pure entertainment.

After the turkey excitement I got things put up and went to VBS.  I came home.  Went down to lock the girls up for the night.  Did the nightly head check.  One was missing.  I counted again.  Still missing.  I searched the coop, the pen, under the barn.  Sunny was gone.  I began thinking of all the horrible things that could of happen.  Blaming myself for any holes in the fence, for not checking the predator netting, for anything that could have lead to my sweet Sunny being gone.  I went to bed last night still worrying about her.  Finally I thought she will be there in the morning and went to sleep.

This morning I went out and let the girls out.  No Sunny.   I looked around the pen.  Nope.  My heart sank.  I let her down.  Then I saw a green bin in the coop.  I had used it to move a bird and Marvo claimed it for his roost.  I don’t really fight Marvo, so I left it.  For what ever reason I checked under it and there was Sunny.  She was alive and came out like all was cool.  I removed the bin.  Marvo will get over it.  I’ll build a better roost.  I am so thankful I found her then and not later today when it will hotter, she might not have survived.

After the excitement of finding Sunny I went to check on the turkey and they ran to me and greeted me.  Then they ran from me to let me know they can.  I.  Love. Them.  Today is a clean up day around the Hollow.  I’m going to check all fences and all predator nets.  And remove anything small chickens can get under.  Have a great day everyone.

We are the cutest thing you have ever seen.

We are the cutest thing you have ever seen.

Red enjoying the new fence.

Red enjoying the new fence.

The past few days have been super busy.  Last weekend the mom mobile decided it was done, so I’ve had to get to and fro in the Eldest’s car.  It’s a SUV(small unhandy vehicle).  I am very blessed to have use of it, but it’s not as big as my needs are.  Anyway, this past Saturday, between market with the girls, sending Fabio to his new home and building the fence I had to go to Tractor Supply.  I was getting supplies to build the rabbits tower hutch.  That’s when I decided to break down and get that tiller I really needed and wanted.  I didn’t really think this through.

It’s Saturday and they are slammed with people and I’m  spending money, the world revolves around me, right.  Not so much and being the kind of person I am I volunteer to get it to the car myself.  I’m an idiot.  Lucky for me there was this nice man to help get it on the cart.  He said I would need help.  Oh no, I can do it.  I can’t do it.  One of the girls working there finally offers to help me.  Sucker.  We get to the car and I explain to her I need to move some stuff.  I’m so prepared.  She will probably remember me for life.

Remember it a smaller car.  So I begin to remove stuff from the back to the back seat.  First out is the goat milk, then the basket of tie downs, bread, more bread, oh and more bread.  The girls are fond of the rye and the day old store had it for $.75.  Still unloading the car, next was the veggies, boom stick, tripod……AND the lard.  At this point the lard rolls out of the freezer bag, drops to the ground and rolls over the girls foot.  All I could say was, “Oops.  There goes the lard.”  She could not longer contain herself, she bust out laughing.  Meanwhile I’m just glad I had given the girls the cement that morning or no telling what this girl would have thought of me.

Right about the time the lard is making its way through the parking lot, one of the manly employees shows up to help get the tiller in the car.  Bless him.  I’m pretty sure she told stories of this crazy and her lard to everyone.  I just hope I’m not the craziest story she has to tell.  I got in the car and started laughing.  Only I would have such craziness in my car.

I got home, finished the fence, rendered the lard (4 quarts and a pint), cleaned up and started it all again the next day.  Please tell me I’m not the only crazy homesteader out there.

The new fence.  I'm liking it.

The new fence. I’m liking it.


This has been a really rough couple weeks for me.  On April 7th, I had my my major back surgery to correct my severe scoliosis.  I had spent almost a month before busting my butt to get as much done as possible.  Megan and I got the chicken coop almost completely done, and I put up a ton of meals in the freezer since I knew I wouldn’t be up to cooking after surgery for a while.

Early in the morning of the 7th my husband and I got to the hospital.  And I mean early, because we had to be there at 5;45 am.  Yay.  Not long after I got checked in, Andy started feeling ill, and had to visit the bathroom several times to vomit.  Poor dear had gotten food poisoning from the night before, so once they brought me back, he had to run back to the hotel before I was taken into surgery.

Thank goodness for my awesome nurse.  She made me feel at ease, and relieved a lot of the fear and stress that I was feeling.  She was also perfect at getting my IV in, sometimes my veins are tricky, but she got it on the first try.  A few minutes later I was given some sleepy juice, and the next thing I knew I was waking up in recovery.


I had been told that it was very possible that I would have to spend the first day in the ICU, just because it’s such a major surgery, but because I’m a rockstar, I didn’t need that and after about an hour in recovery, I was taken to my private room where Andy was waiting for me.  I was hooked up to a pain pump that I could push every eight minutes to administer a tiny dose of pain meds.   This worked great.  Until I fell asleep that night.  See, that as the ONLY pain meds I was getting after major surgery, and when I fell asleep for an hour and a half, all the pain meds wore off, as did the lidocaine they had packed into the wound.  I was in so much pain I started having a panic attack and felt like I couldn’t breath.  I mean, every time I moved it hurt, even taking a breath.  While my nurse scrambled to get a hold of the doctor to get an order to push some pain meds through my IV, Andy and I started up a timer on my cell phone so I could push the pain pump button every eight minutes.  Almost half an hour later the nurse finally got the pain meds administered and I started feeling better.  By that point the decision was made to start me on oral pain meds in addition to my pain pump.  Thank goodness, because really, the original method of pain management was so stupid.

The next day, the physical therapist showed up and I was gotten out of bed, and walked around the room a bit.  That first walk was really hard.  It made me dizzy and nauseated, but I made it to the chair instead of back to the bed.  Probably an hour later, another physical therapist showed up and we decided to try to make a trip up and down the hall.  This time it went great, and I made it up and down the hall with no issues.  They decided to remove my catheter and switch entirely over to oral medication, so that meant my pain pump was removed. I even had Andy take a picture of my very swollen back so I could see what it looked like.


That day I made several trips up and down the hall.  The nurses were all impressed and I was feeling pretty darn proud of myself.  You know how they say “Pride goeth before the fall”?  Yeh, that happened.

That night, I got up to use the bathroom, something I had done multiple times during the day.  As I stood up from the toilet, I heard two very loud pops from my back, and felt a searing pain.  My legs would no longer bear my weight, it was too painful. I managed to get my clothes back on properly, and called for Andy to come help me.  Thank goodness I was able to wake him up.  He’s such a heavy sleeper, I was worried he wouldn’t hear me and I would have to press the call button for the nurse that was in the bathroom.  Andy was able to get me up and into the bed, and called our awesome nurse, who as soon as he heard Andy say that I had hurt myself and couldn’t stand up anymore HUNG UP on Andy and sprinted to our room.  Bless him.  He talked to my doctor, who felt it was probably a muscle spasm, but set up x-rays for the next day to make sure.

I honestly think this happened so I could learn some humility. I am very much a do it myself kind of person.  I hate asking for help.  I am easily embarrassed.  Now I had to have my husband help me into the bathroom, pull my pants and underwear down, and sit me on the toilet before he left the room so I could do my business before I called him back in to pick me up from the toilet and pull my clothes back up.  Just so you know, we are not an open door to the bathroom kind of couple.  In eleven years of marriage we had never been in a bathroom while the other one was on the toilet.  It was awful. It was my least favorite part of the hospital stay.  I hated that more than waking up without the pain medication.

Getting x-rays was horrific.  It was incredibly painful, but they did reveal that it was just a muscle spasm, and I was able to talk my doctor into giving me a dedicated muscle relaxer, instead of just the Valium that I had been taking.  Then the physical therapists showed up.  The first one was this poor meek young man who asked if I was ready to walk down the hall.  That got a glare from me and I told him that I just wasn’t going to do it.  Well, he must have gone and told the big guns, because less than an hour later my the physical therapist who got me to walk down the hall the day before was back, and she informed me that we WERE going to go for a walk.  Great.  Anyway, I made it.  I didn’t like it, but I made it.  I was given a super sexy walker, so I was able to get to and from the bathroom by myself, but Andy still had to pull my clothes up and down.  Fun stuff.

We were discharged on Thursday, and the four and a half hour drive home was pretty awful.  But I made it, and thanks to my pain meds  I slept most of the way home.  We had borrowed a recliner from family, and that’s where I’ve been living since the surgery.  For the first two weeks I needed someone with me the whole time.  The second week it was Megan and Melynda.  Megan babysat me for the whole week, with Melynda coming over to visit and help one day.

One week post op I got my first shower which as awful, Andy had to wash me, and then I got to remove my dressing.


You can see the massive bruising all over my back.  My entire back is numb, which is not my favorite feeling.  Now I’m three and a half weeks out from surgery, and I am doing so much better.  I’m not allowed to bend yet, and I get tired easily.  I also can’t lift more than 8 pounds, so that’s a bummer.  But I’m able to prepare simple meals, do some light vacuuming, and do a few other things around the house.  I can also take a shower by myself, which felt like a huge accomplishment.  All the steri-strips have fallen off, and I’m really pleased with how nice my scar is looking already.


It’s a good thing I’m doing better, because tomorrow we leave for a nine hour drive to Florida for my sister’s wedding.  I’m a bridesmaid, and my kids are all in the wedding.  It’s going to be a long weekend.  And the next weekend is Goat Weekend, where we finally get our dairy goats.  I’m so excited I can’t even stand it.

So that’s my fun surgery story.  Hopefully it’s my last.


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The Girls turned out to be Boys. Yay.

So I learned  A LOT today.  I have seen more than enough rabbit genitals for a life time.  But I am a pro now.   Several weeks ago I bought three rabbits.  I was told they were all girls.  Then I was told two were girls and one was a boy.  I had my boss come over and he tells me they all have the same parts he’s just not sure what the parts are.  At this point I’m still thinking they are girls.  I mean gave them girl names, so they gotta be girls, right?

Today I go to a different feed and seed.  The owner schooled me and sold me a proven boy.  She showed me the girls and compared.  I get home with my boy and check my “girls”.  Hmmm….they look a lot like my boy.  NO!  I call the lady up and tell her my predicament and she told me to bring the whole lot in.  Sure enough they were all boys.  She was kind enough to take back the one I just bought and gave me a girl.  I bought a second girl.  She said I should get the other place to do the same.  I told her we were already attached to these.  She laughed and warned me not to get attached to the babies.  Yes, that is my fear right now.

I have three boys and two girls.  Not ideal, but I’m set for breeding.  They come from different breeders so that at least is a good thing.  I have so much to learn, but I know all about sexing rabbits.  And have couple spare males to boot.  Oh but they are so fluffy.

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The Girls. So sweet.

And yummy Salvage Bars to boot.

Yesterday was one of those days you just want to savor for a little while.  It was nearly perfect.  I woke up really early and went ahead with my morning chores.  After days of rain and being cold, I was pleasantly surprised by temperature.  The sun was coming up and everything was green.  Beautiful.  As I approached the barn I caught sight of a mouse slipping through the crack under the door.  For some reason I had the image of Mrs. Mouse wanting to know where he had been all night.  Then my second thought was to feed Ms. Kitty less so she takes care of Mr. Mouse.  After days of rain the hen house was a mess, but the new roof seems to be holding up just fine.

I managed to get a lot of house work done before church.  The Max even decided to join The Girl and I.  Felt very happy about that.  Church was awesome.  Lunch with Grand and Pop was delicious.  Got home and spent the afternoon fighting with the lawn mower.  I came to the conclusion it was having a panic attack.  First week of May I’m getting a riding lawn mower.  Just about the time I was cranking the mower for the hundredth time, the landlord pulls up to check the cows.  He comes over to me and begs me to stop mowing and he would have someone come over Wednesday to mow.  I love this man.  He said he couldn’t stand to see a lady having to work so hard.  He should see me on processing day.  But I wasn’t about to turn the offer down.  God blessed me with such a wonderful landlord.

The kids played for hours outside.  The weather was good, we had music playing that we all liked, everyone got along, life was good.  Life was great.  It’s not always easy and some days are hard, but every now and then you get a special day and I got mine.  I really needed it.  The kids really needed it.  We ate left overs from lunch and spent the evening relaxing.  The kids go back to school today.  So the craziness will resume, but we had a little break.  I finally even got to make salvage bars and chunky monkey.  The Girl was pleased.  I hope everyone got that much needed break.

Salvage Bars

1/4 cup toasted wheat germ
1/4 cup shelled sunflower seeds
1/2 cup shelled peanuts
1/2 cup raisins
2 cups quick-cooking rolled oats
2 cups puffed rice cereal
1 cup crunchy peanut butter
1 cup brown sugar, firmly packed
1 cup maple syrup
1 teaspoon vanilla extract


Mix the wheat germ, sunflower seeds, peanuts, raisins, oats, and puffed rice in a large bowl. In a separate bowl that fits your microwave, mix the peanut butter, brown sugar, and maple syrup; microwave on high for 2 minutes. Add the vanilla extract and stir until well blended. Pour over the dry ingredients and fold in until everything is evenly coated.

Grease an 8-inch-square baking pan and transfer the mixture from the bowl. Cover the surface with waxed paper and press it down firmly. Refrigerate until completely cool. Cut into eight 2×4-inch bars.

I got the Chunky Monkey recipe from my sister. It’s now The Girls favorite. Enjoy.


1/4 cup butter
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup honey
1/4 cup creamy peanut butter or sunflower seed butter
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
2 cups quick oats
1/2 cup crispy rice cereal
3/4 cup chopped dried banana chips
3/4 cup cup dark chocolate chunks or chocolate chips

Place an 8-inch by 8-inch square of parchment paper into the bottom of a pan of the same size.

Stir together the oats, crispy rice cereal, walnuts, and banana chunks in a large mixing bowl. Set aside.

In a medium saucepan, melt the butter then stir in the brown sugar, honey, and peanut. Bring to a boil. Once it’s bubbling hard, let it boil for 2 minutes. Remove the pan from the heat and stir in the vanilla. Be careful, it will bubble up crazily when you add the vanilla!

Immediately pour over the dry ingredients and gently but quickly stir it in thoroughly. Turn it into the parchment lined pan right away and press into the pan evenly. Sprinkle the chocolate chunks or chocolate chips over the pan and let stand, undisturbed, until the chocolate looks shiny, about 5 minutes. When the chocolate looks very shiny it should all be melted and can be spread evenly with an offset or silicone/rubber spatula. Let stand until the chocolate has firmed back up.

Run a knife around the edge of the pan to loosen any chocolate that stuck to it, then turn the large block of granola bar onto a cutting board. Flip it chocolate side up and cut into bars of your desired size. Store in an airtight container at room temperature for up to a week… not that they’ll ever last that long!

Just popping in for a quick update.  Things have been crazy around here, so there hasn’t been a lot of time to update the blog.

I have my big surgery on Monday, so I’ve been busting my butt to get everything ready.  My freezer is pretty well stocked with food, although I have a few last minute things to make and freeze today.  I’m trying to be positive about recovery, and I’m planning to be back on my feet after about 2 weeks.  I better be.  I have to be a bridesmaid in my sister’s wedding 3 and a half weeks after surgery.  In Florida.  So that means an 8 hour drive to Orlando.  Awesome.

Anyhow, we finished building the coop!  And it is awesome.  We still have to put the doors on, and do a bit more critter proofing, but the big part is done.  I was hoping to get the barn framed up, but, well, that’s just not in the cards.  So I’ll take on the roll of supervisor while Megan and Melynda build it.

It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it.

The big news is that we put a deposit on a couple baby goats, and the mamas are due in two weeks.  Soon we’ll know if we’ll have some little goaties running around here come July/August.  So think pink!  I am dying to have a couple little milk goats around here.

And if you have any ideas what I can do to take up my time while I’m recovering so I don’t go absolutely stark raving mad, please  let me know.  Because I am going to go crazy if I just sit around watching tv all day.

Building Our Chicken Coop and Run

Well, if any of you hadn’t heard the news…we got some chicks a little over a week ago! We had their brooder all built and ready to go, so we went to get some chicks! It’s nice to have some animals again on the homestead.

Katie calls them Fluffy Butts!

Katie calls them Fluffy Butts!

But they are getting bigger and will be outgrowing the brooder quicker than we’d like to admit. So we both knew that we needed to get a move on with building the coop and the run. Especially with Katie being out of commission for a few weeks after her surgery.

We came across a fantastic video about building a fence out of pallets and instantly knew that it was the route to take. Melynda started getting some of her friends to save some pallets/wood for her and by last week she had almost 80 pallets and a ton of lumber for us to have.

Now we just had to get all of that from up there….   all     the      way     down….to here.  We had a little dilemma on our hands. No one had a truck, or a trailer, or a Star Trek transporter to get this wood from Melynda’s house to Katie’s.

Enter the 26′ long U-haul truck.


It took a day to get everything picked up, loaded, driven down and unloaded. But just look at the pretties!


I was itching to get started on building the coop and getting the fence built, but sometimes life and children and dinner get in the way.

I spent most of my morning on Tuesday measuring and sketching out the design for the coop. Thanks to my Grandpa for a little bit of his drafting and engineering brain. We were able to start about midday on Wednesday getting the coop framed up.


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By the end of the day, we got it framed up and screwed together. Siding and doors will have to wait a few days, but it doesn’t look to shabby if I say so myself!

With that done, Katie and I moved onto working on fencing in the chicken’s run on Thursday. Once we started getting everything put in the right place and screwed together, it was amazing how fast it was going up! It only took about two hours for us to get the run fenced in!



It may not look all glamourous and ritzy, but by golly I think it look absolutely amazing. It was invigorating to get working out in the yard, and build something great out of all of the wood and pallets we were given.

Now to get a reciprocating hand saw so we can break down some of the pallets we have to use as siding for our coop! It’s all starting to come together! I’m so excited!

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Last week I was at Wednesday Night Supper at the church and sat down at my usual table.  Creature of habit.  But that night my friend who provides me with pallets was there.  He and his wife sat down.  Across from us is a very dear friend, but somewhat squeamish about her food.  Oh she loves food, but not knowing it is her policy.  So, pallet friend and I began talking and he asked if I needed more pallets.  YES, I always need pallets.  I began to tell him about the fence the girls and I were planning on building.  He chuckles at my big plan.  I get this a lot.  Then he ask what I’ll be putting in the fence.  I tell him, pigs of course.

He was really excited now.  I make an effort to not mention slaughtering or processing or anything of the sort.  His wife jumps into the conversation telling me of how when she was young her parents and two other families shared in raising animals as well.  She said one family raised the chickens, one a pig and the other a cow.  And split everything.  I told her that this is very much what we do.  I didn’t really find it a gruesome conversation, but at this point my friend is looking across the table at the squeamish friend.  She is sitting there shaking her head with her hands over her ears.  Huh?

I was so surprised by her reaction and it set my mind in motion.  This woman is disgusted by where her food comes from and has no desire to even think about them in the living capacity.  Yet, she sits there chowing down on the very thing we are speaking of.  Only the difference is we DON’T know anything about that meat and the way it was treated up to this point.  We DON’T know what it ate, how it lived and what chemicals were pumped into it to make it “well and healthy” for consumption.

Now if I had been sitting there talking about how I slaughtered the chickens just the very day before I would understand.  But we were talking about raising the animals.  As a nation we don’t really want to know our food.  We will go to the big health store and buy organic, but that’s good enough for most.  Not for me.  It really saddens me that more people don’t put more of an effort in what they eat.  I know I sound preachy, but we are too quick to just take the easy way.  I’m not saying everything I buy is perfect, but I make an effort.

One of the reason this country has an obesity problem is that we take the easy route.  Why make the effort if it’s all wrapped up nice and neat at the grocery store.  We also aren’t willing to spend extra on healthy choices, but yet we will spend the same on crap food and our bellies will not be nearly as filled.  It makes absolutely no sense to me.  I fall into this myself.  But I am making an effort to change.

I raise chickens for meat and eggs.  I have a garden.  The girls and I are planning on pigs, goats for milk and there will be more turkey.  I’m also going to be raising rabbits soon and there is the idea of quail.  I live on an acre and I can produce most of my food.  It can be hard, but I feel good about it.  My animals have a good, natural and healthy life.  My kids eat this and I feel good about that.  Also they are making better choices about their food.  I actually over heard a conversation with The Girl and The Max that me very proud.  The Girl tells The Max she wanted to make popcorn.  He said it took too long, don’t we have microwaved popcorn.  The Girl tells him he doesn’t want that crap, it’s full of GMO’s and plus microwaves are bad.  This is why I do everything in my life.  My kids are worth all my time and effort.  We really need to rethink how we eat.