Here’s the newest member of the family. Sparky Big Guy.
We wanted to establish an animal rescue at our new place…(which I THINK we’ll close nine days from now…crossing my fingers and toes…Ozark heaven…woohoo!) We are discussing WHAT, exactly, that will mean and how many animals I can adopt…umm…I mean temporarily house and rescue while I find new homes for them.
My hope is for the type of facility that has room for four or five horses, half a dozen dogs, large birds (abandoned parrots, injured birds of prey…etc.)…and… LLAMAS!…..but the guys say I also have to be able to feed them from what we produce on the farm. Practical issues. Bummer.
Sparky is a Yorkshire terrier and he weighs maybe two pounds. I figure I can feed him. Heh
He and I were out the door of the camper bright and early this morning for our morning walk. The large buck rabbit that has been outside my door every morning for the last week was waiting for us. Sparky went into attack mode. The rabbit gave him a slight glance and went back to grazing. I realized that the rabbit was bigger than my dog and probably outweighed him.
I warned Spark that getting one’s butt kicked by a rabbit would most likely be hard to live down.
I’m not blogging much at the moment. The siren call of the Ozark forests is too compelling. They actually cherish and preserve nature here and apparently, the forest returns the favor for humans. I feel my health starting to return.
Still, the political observance will not totally vanish. Bumper sticker on an old beat up truck driven by a farmer in similar shape:
“Your Silence will Not Make You Safe”
I love this place.
Mick








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He’s cute and all, but I think the rabbit could take him! Good luck with your plans. BTW, what do you produce on the farm, and do you do it organically?
Yes! Everything is organic; the people we’re buying the land from are even organic farmers. (Another reason we’re positive we’ve found the perfect place.) We’re planning on… at least so far… Tomatoes, broccoli, radishes, carrots, corn, eggplant, zucchini, and various other squashes, melons and gourds.
I’ve got a large worm farm planned for fertilizer. Worm castings are some of the best organic fertilizer around.
We also plan a big compost pile and we raise chickens for the eggs, meat and poop. (Chicken poop is rather hot stuff, but it composts down nicely.)
The folks we’re buying the place from raised rabbits for the meat and they used the rabbit pellets as fertilizer, but Mick nixed that idea. Apparently rabbits are too cute to eat. However, that might change the first time her dog gets his ass kicked by a bunny. I think it would stop being so cute at that point, and might start looking edible.
Mick loves fresh chicken eggs, loves fresh fish, loves fresh chicken, beef, pork etc… She just doesn’t want to know where it comes from. We have to lie to her and tell her that we bought everything from the grocery store. Apparently there’s some sort of disconnect there, that we haven’t quite figured out yet, but take full advantage of.
If she raises a chicken, she can’t eat it. So we fib, and tell her that I’m eating the chicken she raised, and she’s eating the chicken from the grocery store. We’re lying, she knows we’re lying, but much like the Bush administration, lies keep the peace, even when everyone knows we’re full of shit.
So yes, we’re organic, and everything we grow or raise ourselves tastes a little fresher, a little better, cleaner and healthier.
Corey
Corey - sorry it took me a while to get back over here, but thanks for the information. My wife has gone full tilt into the organic food and after some initial hesitance I’ve joined in and feel a heck of a lot better for it. She also participates in a couple of coops, so our fresh fruit and vegetable has been way up for the last couple of years.
I’m still laughing about the chickens. My father-in-law traumatized his daughters by serving up what they thought was a pet turkey one Thanksgiving. All three of them have never gotten over it. A lie would have definitely kept the peace there.
Keep up the good work and we’ll keep visiting.
To be honest with you, I eat organic not necessarily because of the health benefits,(although the thought of fewer chemicals, pesticides and herbicides is highly attractive,) I love the taste. Anyone who’s ever eaten homegrown tomatoes right off of the vine, or cut open a homegrown watermelon, or picked a green bean and popped it right into their mouth knows the difference immediately. It’s a fresher taste, a cleaner taste, there really is no comparison to produce you get from the supermarket. The flavor is incredible.
I’m a confirmed carnivore. I’ve never been much for the vegetarian way of life, but the thought of a nice big salad, with all of the ingredients freshly picked, washed, and tossed in a bowl within minutes of being served is just yummy. Who needs salad dressing anyway?
Everything just tastes better, and the fact that I tilled, planted, fertilized, watered, weeded, and picked the veggies myself, just adds to the experience.
With the recent salmonella outbreak, I may never eat a store bought tomato again! I take a lot of pride in knowing everything that goes into my garden is organic. I take great pride in knowing that nobody is going to get sick eating my veggies. I take great pride in knowing that my garden is a source of clean, healthy, great-tasting vegetables.
There really is nothing like it.
DP,
If your wife is interested, I’d be happy to send along instructions for how to do aquaponics in an urban setting. If you have a house, you likely have room. For an apartment, it would be tough to find the space but probably she could grow organic cherry tomatoes and some sort of decorative fish.
Aquaponics is a way to grow farm raised fish and organic vegetables in a closed and symbiotic relationship.
More info on aquaponics is in this post and about half way down it.
http://phukkoff.com/blog/2008/04/11/now-for-the-fun-stuff/
Let me know if she is interested and as soon as we are settled in the new place, I’ll either email her instructions on how to get started or do a post about it.
Mick
Thanks Mick and Corey.
I guarantee you that she is interested. I’ll forward her this thread and we’ll get things going from there. We have a house with a decent sized yard that she’s been gardening for a few years, with varied results. I know she’ll be very excited to learn different methods, and for any techniques and tips you can provide.
And Corey, she sneaks in a meatless meal on me once or twice a week, but I’m a meat eater myself. I fuss a little bit, but ultimately acquiesce. Those fresh, homegrown vegetables do taste good.
I look forward to keeping this conversation going.
Some of my fondest memories are from raising fish. I love aquaponics. It is one of the most interesting, frustrating, stressful, entertaining, sobering, hysterically funny things I’ve ever done… (Well, outside of marrying Mick anyway)
I remember Brownie, great Tilapia female, super mother, seems she was always either pregnant or caring for her young.
Bubbah was our first breeding male. He was a pain in my butt. He actually broke a 150 gallon tank by picking up rocks in his mouth and dropping them, while building his nest. Big beautiful black fish. I cried when he died.
I remember when we forgot to turn the water off one time and we went out to the greenhouse several hours later to find several inches of water covering the greenhouse floor and several hundred one to two inch long fish swimming merrily around on the floor. We spent hours trying to collect them all. Amazingly enough our rat terrier, Widget, figured out what we weere doing and started herding fish for us. It was the most incredible thing.
I remember taking several hundred pounds of fresh fish, (most still alive as a matter of fact,) to Last Chance Forever , the Bird of Prey Conservancy. They care for wounded and sick raptors, and rehabilitate them and return them to the wild. One of the things they have to do is teach them how to hunt. They used our fish as training aids, by putting the fish in wading pools to teach baby bald eagles how to hunt fish. The tour of their facility is something I’ll cherish forever. They are always strapped for cash and I loved being able to help them in a small way.
I remember the taste of Tilapia, fried in corn bread batter. It was the cleanest tasting, freshest fish I’ve ever eaten. Don is simply a masterful cook.
I can’t wait until we start our aquaponics system up again.
LlamaCorey
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