Farewell, Betsy

Betsy was a good hen.

Her gentle clucking as she roamed the yard was so…chirpy. She always kept her black and white feathers so sleek and shiny. She was a model hen in every way.

Betsy, that coyote took you before your time. We will miss you.

And don’t tell the others, but I liked your eggs the best.

The Problem with Pigs

Pigs are destroyers.

It’s one of the things that you just don’t know until you see the dead daffodils.

Or the torn up lawn.

Or the broken door to the shop where the food is kept.

They love to roam, rut and roll. Its part of their nature. Unfortunately, it’s also detrimental to landscaping and the checkbook.

But in the end, I’ll forgive them.

Cause I LOVE bacon.

It’s Spring, and that means…

Chickens!

And just in time, my dear, wonderful friend Kimberlee designed a gorgeous website to let the world know and to let those in Washington order!

Stop by and check us out!
www.pasturedsensations.com

The Shoemaker’s family

I’m sure you’ve heard the old adage about the shoemaker’s family going without shoes…well, apparently the same holds true for the chicken farmer’s family. Except for us, it’s chicken we’re having to live without.

Last year was supposed to be a test year to see if there was enough of a demand for the pastured chickens in the area and if it was something we were willing to do. The answer to both was yes. In fact, the answer to the first question was a very enthusiastic yes! So much of a yes in fact, that Paul started selling the chickens I had counted on to see us through the winter! I finally had to put my foot down and tell him the rest of the chickens were for us.

Even with that, I’ve all but run out of chicken now. And since I am completely unwilling to eat the comparatively flavorless and less healthy meat that’s sold in the grocery store, we’re all impatiently waiting for the weather to warm up enough for us to get more chickens out in the pasture.

Each day we’re getting closer and closer to the day we get our first batch of chicks. I just sent out the announcement email to our previous customers telling them to get their orders in now!

If anyone reading this is in the Puget Sound region and would like more information on getting pasture-raised, organic, soy-free chickens, email Farmer Paul at pasturesensations at gmail dot com.

As for me…I’m off to place my order! I will NOT run out of chicken again!

Sighs

This has been a strange week for me. It was my birthday, and it hit me kinda hard. I’m getting old. It put me into a bit of a funk most of the week, and I’m afraid that my family took the brunt of it. Because of timing, my birthday dinner is postponed until next weekend when Nick will prepare a gourmet feast of my favorite foods.

In preparation of one of the courses, I spent today making beef stock with bones that have resided in our freezer for a couple of months now. I thought of taking a photo of the stock, but there’s nothing photogenic about it. It’s just brown.

In an effort to get me out of my funk, Paul and I took a drive last Sunday. Not having a particular place we wanted to go, we just drove north along a couple of smaller highways.

We passed through many small towns, passed a lot of vehicles that had Christmas trees tied to the roofs, and thoroughly enjoyed the scenery. At one point, we pulled into a little parking lot and watched the North Cascade Elk Herd for a while. I wish they were closer, but the scenery was beautiful.

Here’s the same photo, zoomed in so the elk are visible:

We also saw probably 10 bald eagles, but none of them cooperated for a photo shoot. But the river where we spotted 5 of them at the same time was amazing with the fog hovering over the water.

When we got home, the boys had gotten the Christmas decorations out, put the lights on the house and set the tree up. So we spent the rest of the evening decorating the tree and my funk was gone.

Then a couple of days later I looked out my back window and sighed deeply with contentment. After all, THIS is my backyard.

I am blessed.