Slaughter Draweth Nigh

It’s coming soon.  This weekend, our first hog will be meeting his ultimate demise.

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He’s quite a bit bigger than he was when he was just a little shoat.  The pictures d he gravity of slaughtering animals.  (Check out the first conversation here.) On how sadness is appropriate.  On how tears are justified.  We spoke of our hope in Christ, how that we look to the blessed day when death is no longer common, but has been forever wiped away.

May our hearts always be this tender toward our stock.  The righteous man regards the life of his beast. (Proverbs 12:10)

My Spoiled Pig

So recently, we’ve discovered that Malcolm is picky.

Yes, I know.  It completely defies everything you thought you knew about pigs.  It’s true, though.

You see, Malcolm will step right over a pile of dried corn to eat a handful of fresh grass from my daughter.  He will root through an entire bucket of scraps for boiled potatoes before he moves on.

This has resulted in an enormous waste of expensive animal feed.  I, in my infinite silliness, decided to try a bag of swine feed from the feed store, even though the ingredient list was questionable.

Would you like to know what happened?

He ignored it.

Mountains of it.

I’m fairly certain that bag of feed was a complete waste of money, because Malcolm even started ignoring his previous favorite, dried corn.  Really, would you want to crunch on dried corn when you knew that potatoes were coming eventually?

So, I decided to cook my spoiled pig some corn.  I used the electric kettle to boil some soaking water and poured it over a bowlful of corn in my crockpot.  I left it on high for a few hours and then turned it off to cool.

I drained the cooled corn and squirted some flaxseed oil over it, and proceeded to the hog pen.

He ate it right up.

So, this evening, Malcolm will be getting a “stew” of asparagus stems, potatoes, and dried corn, courtesy of my slow cooker.  He’ll be happy, and I’ll be happy that at least part of that corn isn’t going to waste.

I have no idea what I’m going to do with the swine feed.  The birds won’t even eat it.  Maybe I’ll throw a little in the stew.

Visiting Wild Life

The rainy season has come in Northeast Texas, and with it creeps and crawls a slew of visiting wildlife. 

This week yielded a lovely black box turtle, a precious garter snake (not pictured), and a jewel of a green tree frog.  And it’s only Wednesday!

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We met this little fellow on the way to the pig pen.  We watched him for a bit and then set him back in the direction he was already going.

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No red ears and yes webbed feet, so that makes this little guy (girl?) an eastern box turtle, or an American pond turtle. 

Turtles, by the way, scurry much more quickly than their tortoise cousins!

By my best identification, and with the help of friend Google, we’ve discovered that these leaves the pig likes so much are called dock.

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They are all over the place here, so I wanted to determine if they were human edible.  After all, the pig loves them and he has similar digestion to a human.

Evidently dock leaves ARE edible, like mustard greens, and this will yield a fun source of vitamin C as well as a homeschool lesson in botany.

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I discovered this bright little fellow on the dock I was picking near the smokehouse.  I left it undisturbed and it sat wisely as I picked a few leaves from its perch and moved on.

I wonder, what other treasures will we find as we explore our new farm?

Rainy October Morning

Some posts are for your readers.  This one is just for me.  I love our little farm, and this sleepy October morning just does it for me.

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Rainy mornings make digging in the sand pit perfect for sand castles!

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This is my husband’s smokehouse, built from reclaimed wood and cinderblock around our homestead. See that smoke? The pecan wood is getting ready for the weekend cooking!

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Malcom T. Porkchop, enjoying the morning rain.

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Double trouble, watching the action.

The Adventures of Malcolm T. Porkchop

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This is Malcolm.  He’s important, because he is the first animal to make our farm “work.”  We procured 13+ acres in rural Northeast Texas back in June, and Mr. Malcolm T. Porkchop is our first farm animal here.

He has some important jobs.

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His first job is to be a happy pig.  My daughters were distressed that we would ultimately be eating Malcolm.   I explained that we feel that meat is an important part of our nutrition goals.  If I have to eat an animal, I want him to have a chance to be a happy animal before he dies.  So, he shall be a happy pig.  He shall have a very large pen for foraging.

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He shall have clean water, and table scraps, and shelter.  He shall get scratched behind the ears and have a name.  He shall have friends and be a quite happy pig before he dies.

He will scratch up our garden and plow it with his nose.  He will break up the hard ground with his pointy feet, and he will eat up the weeds and roots in the field.  He will leave his droppings to fertilize it.  He will turn kitchen waste into usable calories for our family.

And when the time comes to butcher him, we will be sad, because the animal has life, and we respect that.  We will be grateful for him, and for his life, and for what he adds to our family.

When the time comes, we will miss him, because he will have been our friend.  This will hurt our hearts, but it will remind us that food doesn’t grow in styrofoam trays at the grocery store, and that life is precious.

Reclaimed Wood Hook Board

This is a fairly simple project that came about from a need.  Necessity, so they say, is the mother of invention.

I have several aprons with no homes, and no one really gets much joy out of a wad of aprons crumpled in a drawer.

One of the benefits of the homestead we bought has been the abundance of raw materials to reclaim.  My husband has been tearing down an old shed piecemeal, and sawing the boards to fit the smokehouse he is building.  I’m fairly certain he is even straightening the old nails with a hammer and reusing them.  I’ll have to get him to write about that in a future post.

Today is not that day, though.  Today was the day I got my aprons out of a pile and onto the wall.

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For this project, I used a length of board that I found lying around; it’s maybe three feet long?  I didn’t measure it.  I screwed ten brass-plated cup hooks into the board by hand, eyeballing the center and using the width of my hand as a spacer.  I used some on-hand thumbtacks and paperclips to make wall hangers for the back.

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I didn’t sand the wood or stain it; it has been weathered by the actual weather.  I didn’t even wash it.  I just employed a child to scrape the mud off the sides.  I think she took turns with another child.

Regardless, as you can see, it doesn’t take much money to make something useful and beautiful.  A stained hook board this size goes for at least twenty dollars at a discount store, but mine was made completely from basic hardware that I keep on hand for repairs and a piece of scrap wood that was lying around.

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I think it turned out well.

Cinder Block Bench

We’ve been pretty busy cleaning up the homestead lately.  One of the things about buying large amounts of land is the frequent trash piles you find from before people used a trash service or the city dump.

In our case, we’ve got a few dilapidated outbuildings and piles of construction materials that we have been utilizing to rebuild other structures.

So far, my husband has built a pretty sweet grill out of cinderblock to hold the cooktop he and his dad welded a few years ago.  He’s working on a smokehouse now.  I’m hoping to get him to guest-post on his construction methods.  He’s a fairly talented handyman, and had prior experience in home construction before he got into the technology field.

Meanwhile, I’m over here making my ghetto bench for the porch.

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I hope to paint the blocks one day, and replace that rotting landscaping timber with wider planks, but let’s be honest:

It was free, and I had no regrets.  It sits just fine.

For this configuration, you’ll just need 6 cinderblocks as shown above, and an 8 foot  landscaping timber sawed into two four-foot lengths.  I stacked a third block onto each pair and my girls slid the timbers in.

“Easy-peasy, rice-and-cheesey.”