Archive - May, 2012

The Story of Red, the Little Hen: Part 3

He found a cardboard box and loaded it up with some hay for a nest, the eggs, the little chicks and their mother.  He relocated them in the calf shed up the hill from the heifer shed.  Red, the little hen, was content with her new surroundings.

The five chicks are still alive.  The others never did hatch.  So Red happily scratches out food for her five 5 peeping chicks.  She keeps her brood warm in the chilly days and nights.

If a stray cat should venture too close for comfort, she squawks, takes torpedo position and runs straight at them.  The cats get out of the way!!

little chicks, chick facesThe chicks are living the life of Riley.  They have her fluff to warm them, she guides them to the grain and water they need.  They even drink milk out of the cat’s dish!  They have everything that a little chick could want.

Farmer does not have to warm them with brooder lights nor does he have to fence out the critters that might harm the peepers.  Their mother watches over them.

The little critters are starting to lose their baby fluff and to develop true feathers on their wings and tails.  How fun it is to witness the development of one of God’s creatures as they move into adulthood.

That ends the story-telling for today.  Just remember that tragic events, as in the life of Red, the little hen, can lead to new, dynamic, changes in life that bring new joys and responsibilities.

The Story of Red, the Little Hen: Part 2

As the chill of autumn descended on Heritage Farm, Farmer, Farmer’s Wife, and Little Sister, their youngest child, set about to move bales of hay out of the heifer shed in order to get it ready to house heifers over the winter.  They loaded  hay bales onto the hay wagon and piled them high.  They were preparing to bring them into a nearby hay shed.

Red hen in straw in hay mow

Red's stubborn perch

While busy working and moving hay bales, Farmer noticed Red, the little hen, in a corner, sitting on a bale of hay.  Generally, hens will move whenever disturbed.  Curiously, Red would not budge.  Farmer had to move her.  He was not about to let one little hen alter his plans for the day.  He could not work around her, she would have to be moved.  He picked her up and to his surprise, he found a clutch of a dozen eggs and 5 live chicks beneath her!!

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The Story of Red, the Little Hen: Part 1

Samson, the dog, heard a ruckus in the hen house one evening as the summer sun rested on the horizon.  He burst in to find a racoon beating up on a hen.  Her head was bloody and messed up.  Samson, the faithful, white German Shepherd, got the ’coon.   He certainly will not be a bother there again.

Red hen face

Red stayed away from the hen house.

The hen proceeded to run outside and never dared return to the hen house.  She recovered from her wounds, but the fear of the chicken coop would not heal.  Regardless of the possible dangers of the night, she risked spending them anywhere but in that little shed.

Farmer watched her progress since that terrible incident that summer.  She did not bother him and he did not bother her.  Each went about their own business.
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The Trick to Picking Asparagus

One of the first two crops in my garden is asparagus.  Many folks consider this a delicacy.  I suppose it is, but it comes each spring and is regular fare on our table at this time of year.

Single asparagus shoot emerging from ground

A sprout ready for picking

We have had several good rains recently, so the crop has grown.  After sorting out the woody parts of the young sprouts, I got 2 pounds of asparagus.  That will make 2 batches of soup and a side dish for tonight’s supper.

Asparagus’ nutrients are mainly in the tips of the sprout.  Therefore a key to getting a lot of the nutrition, is to cut the stalks often.  I had not known about this before coming to the farm.  I had never even considered that there might be a right way to pick this green delight.

Let me tell you how it is done.

  • Use a knife that you don’t mind getting soiled in the garden.
  • At the base of the stalk, point the knife towards the stalk so as to slice it off.  BE SURE TO  PLACE THE BLADE BENEATH THE SOIL WHILE YOU MAKE THE CUT.  That way, a new tip will reform under the earth and in a couple of days you will have another nutritious bud to collect.
  • Depending on the length of the stalk you just cut, you may have some woody stems.  Discard the woody part and cook the softer, more easily cut flesh of this stalk.

I have frozen asparagus to use in the winter many times.  My favorite way to freeze it is Cream of Asparagus Soup.  This preserves the freshness of the asparagus and is a treat anytime.

Happy Picking!!
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Card: Hand Drill & Bits

pencil sketch of drill and bits

 

Power tools have nearly overtaken the workshop.  But these old friends are still hanging in the shop ready to give help when necessary.  When the power is out, you can depend on them.

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A Tidbit of Advice

I had a delicious snack of cheesy, corny chips.  Then I headed outdoors to do some yardwork.

My tulips and daffodils needed trimming.  The grass grows thick in the ground around them.  So I have to take the hand clippers to do the job.  The wind and the sun made the task comfortable.  The cats came around to purr and relax around me as I labored cutting the long grass.

One of the younger cats came right up to meHe could smell the snack on my hands.  It tempted him.  He nudged up to my hand, expecting to taste something super.  He prepared to bite a treat, applied pressure slowly and finger wrapped in colorful child's bandaidhis sharp tooth broke my skin.  Neither of us got anything good of the deal.

So I quit my work, cleansed the wound and went back to begin the job again.

The moral of the story is: wash the snacks off your hands, before you go out to work.

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A Fire Lit by Father’s Faithful Hand

Wenda Grabau © 2009

In the blackness of winter’s early morning hours,
The farmhouse kept us all warm.
Heat, forced through ducts to most ev’ry room,
Sheltered us from frost, wind chill and harm.

Grandma’s handmade quilts tucked ‘round the kids
Covered us from noses to toes.
But down in the cellar, from the wood-furnace fire,
Heav’nly scents of wood burning ‘rose.

orange and yellow flames

Father felled the trees; cut and split the logs.
He piled and stacked all the wood.
With autumn’s cold chill, he moved the stack into
The wood-room, where his fuel supply stood.

The warmth, sights, and sounds of the old furnace-fire
Mark my life like a hot firebrand.
His work, his commitment still show me his love—
A fire lit by Father’s faithful hand.

 *     *     *     *     *     *     *      *     *     *     *

This poem lauds an earthly father.  However, it also reminds me of my Heavenly Father. 

In the black, coldness of sin, He created a safe haven to make me and others feel the warmth and security of His love.  He shelters us from eternal harm.  Like this earthly father, He, too, lit a fireThat fire was a Light that God sent into this world to touch men’s lives, to let them see the truth.  (See John 1:1-14.)

Go to that Light, Jesus Christ.  Our Heavenly Father made this haven from the cold and darkness and destruction of sin.  He worked out the details and has made the commitment to you, if you will simply believe in the light He sent.  That light is Jesus—a fire lit by the Father’s faithful hand.

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Card: Spice Rack

pencil sketch of antique spice rack, wooden spoon

sketch by Wenda Grabau

What a great addition to the kitchen.  All of the spices fit neatly into one rack!   This wooden rack makes good use of space since it can hang on a wall.  The egg yolk separator and wooden spoon are great tools for any baker.

Give this gift card to the chef in your kitchen:
Buy the Spice Rack Gift Card 

Chicks Find Home Sweet Home

Baby Chicks looking through chicken wireFarmer’s Wife secures the crated chicks in the car.  In so doing she prevents the crate from sliding around or falling on the floor when she has to use the brakes during their trip.  The chicks need to maintain their body temperature, so she keeps the car very warm on route to their new home.

Arriving at the farm, Farmer’s Wife looks for Farmer.  She drives up to the entrance of the brooder house.  She turns off the car, leaving the chicks in the warm car temporarily, and goes to get 1/2 cup of sugar and a gallon of warm water.  The sweetened water is the first energy drink the baby chicks will get.  Farmer is close at hand and carries the crate of chirping chicks into the prepared brooder house.

Farmer has had the brooder lights warming the house for a few hours.  The brooder lights are heat lamps that hang above a little fenced in area of the house.  Since there is not mother hen to warm them, the lights do a good job of keeping them comfortable and healthy.

Farmer and his wife get nourishment ready for the chicks.  Farmer’s Wife, brings the warm water and sugar.  Farmer mixes up the liquid and places it in the drinking fountain.  He places the fountain in the fenced off area for the little peepers.  Farmer also places some of the chick starter in small feeding troughs for the chicks to find their first food.  Lunch is ready.

The breed that Farmer and Farmer’s Wife chose has red hens and white roosters.  So as they prepare to count the chicks, Farmer asks, ‘Which ones do you want?”

“I’ll take the whites, Farmer’s wife answers.

Systematically, Farmer and his wife take their assigned chicks,  giving each a drink of water and counting them till the crate is empty.

“How many did you get?” asks Farmer.

“Forty-eight roosters,” replies Farmer’s Wife.

“I got 54 hens,” notes Farmer. ” There are a total of 102 chicks and none of them looks sick.”  He and his wife watch the peepers get acclimated to their new surroundings.

Things are looking good. 

Now Farmer has time to do his chores.  Farmer’s Wife parks the car in the garage and goes to her work.  Farmer will check in on them again soon.

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The Day Children Anticipate with Delight

child and chicksIt’s that time of the year which the children anticipate with delight.  No…it is not Christmas.   It is the day the baby chicks arrive! 

Farmer’s Wife orders chicks once a year through a local feed mill.   She and Farmer pick two dates  that will work for the farm to receive the chicks.  The mill and the hatchery pick the date that will work for them.  And the order is set in motion.

Farmer has two chicken coops.  One is the brooder house.  It houses the hens and one rooster over the winter.  In April, Farmer moves them to the hen house and cleans out the brooder house to make it ready to receive the new hatchlings.

The hatchery delivers the one-day-old chicks to the mill in a cardboard crate.  The crate has four sections: each holds 25 peeping chicks.  The peeping is so loud that their presence at the mill office cannot be kept a secret.

One gentleman from the mill takes responsiblility to deal with the chicken business for the mill.  He is referred to as “the chicken man.”  When “the chicken man” calls, Farmer’s Wife hustles off to the mill to pick them up.

She arrives within about a half-hour.  The chicks sing loudly as they await the rest of their journey.  Farmer’s Wife carefully inspects the fluffy cargo.  She needs to know if the chicks are all alive before she pays for them.  When she sees that all are well, she buys chick starter, a feed to get them off to a healthy start, and the chicks and they take off on their way to the farm.

You are welcome to view the Farm Building card in our store.  It shows the coops.

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