Meet Bob, are newest edition. My uncle's neighbor had this little fellow and decided he was too much. So he sent him home with the ol' hubby of mine. He is a Lamancha. He is also a wether. Which means he was neutered. He is very friendly and the kids love him. He has been running all around the yard chasing the kids and Izzy. As you can see he loved his ride home!
Spring is just around the corner. That means it's time for chicks. Here on the farm we always like to raise up chicks each spring to replace older hens that are no longer laying. We purchase our chicks from a local feed store. They are only days old when they arrive. Most feeds stores and farm stores will have chicks starting in March till the end of April. If you ask most stores will special order for customers who want a certain breed. We picked up some Bard Rocks, Road Island Reds, and Austra Whites.
We are keeping them in a large aquarium for now. When they get a little bigger we will transfer them to a large plastic storage tub.They require a heat source, fresh water, and plenty of chick starter feed. I would suggest buying a chicken water bottom. They only cost a couple bucks and glass canning jars screw right on to them. These waters are great because they prevent the chickens from getting wet and also from falling in and drowning.
I would also suggest picking up a chick feeder. Once again a canning jar will also screw right onto this feeder base. This will help save a lot of feed from being wasted, and in the end save you money.
Make sure to provide fresh water ever day. If you chicks are only a day or two old when purchased it is recommended to use luke warm water with a teaspoon of sugar added. This helps them maintain their body heat and blood sugar. Your pen will need a heat source on one end. Be sure that the heat source doesn't cover the entire pen. The chicks need to be able to move away from heat once they are warm.
Be sure to provide proper bedding. We usually use wood chips. We however forgot to purchase it while in town. We are using newspapers that we are changing daily. The first few weeks the chicks are the most fragile. We like to wait until they are around three weeks old and then we start taking them out in the yard in wire cages that have the bottom cut out. This lets the chicks sctrach for bugs and eat grass. When the chicks are approximately 6 weeks old they go out with the adult chickens in the coop. This is a nice size that they can defend themselves from any hateful old ladies and also not get lost when let out to to free range each day. Raising chicks is fairly easy and most breeds will start to lay fresh farm eggs in 20 weeks! Our farm wouldn't complete without chickens. My girls provide excellent eggs and are great pest control! Say goodbye ticks and chiggers my girls are coming to get ya!
In the past couple days parts of Oklahoma received many inches of snow. Down here on the farm we had maybe an inch. It melted the very same day. My children and I were very disappointed. We have had brand new sled calling our names! It seems to always work that way. The year that we have no sleds or tubes we receive two feet of snow. I thought I would share a few pics my husband took a couple hours from the farm.
The was taking about 45 minutes away.
If you have recently read my post Big 15 are you still wondering what I cooked for that bunch? Well I turned to a Not Always From Scratch recipe and made chili cheese burritos.
3lbs hamburger meat
3 can of your favorite chili
1/2 cup V8 juice
1/2 of a 8 oz can of tomato sauce
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp jalapeno salt
1/2 tsp chili powder
1/2 tsp garlic powder
1/2 tsp onion powder
Your Favorite Cheese as much as you want
10 of your favorite frozen burritos
First brown the ground meat, while the meat is browning thaw the frozen burritos in the microwave. Do not over cook the burritos.
Well, my son recently turned fifteen. Yes, I said fifteen. I'm in as much shock as you are. How can I possible be that old to have a child that can almost drive. Drive, did I just say drive!!...Oh JEEZ. Just the thought of that makes my stomach turn. I should not have started on the driving issue that a whole post in its own. Okay, so now back to the birthday boy. He wanted to go paint balling for his birthday. He invited four of his friends. Of course my husband and I plus are two daughters tagged along. When we arrive at the paintball field my son says, " Hey Mom, you are going to play right?" Of course immediate fear ran through my brain. "Of course." I quietly reply. He is very lucky its his birthday or I would have ran for cover. We ought paint, paid are entry fee and walk out to the waiting zone. I see about 20 grown men in swat clothes getting there gear ready. I ask my husband "Who are they?" He replies, "Those are the other players." "Other players! Like they will be shooting at me while I am running behind piles of Styrofoam and plywood cut outs of Wal-mart." "Yep, that's what tends to happen when you play paintball!" He replies. Maybe this wasn't such a smart idea to run around and play war with miniature Rambo's armed with guns. Even if those guns only shoot small round balls of pain. Oops, I mean small round balls of paint. I just keep telling myself its my kids birthday, its my kids birthday! So, I trudge out there on the field with a bunch of crazy, blood thirsty, men and teenage boys. I don't know what I was thinking. I got pelted right off. It hurts like H E double L! I wanted to quit immediatly and run off crying. I didn't want to let my kid down but this is insane. After the first round is over we change fields. I end up in some bunker surrounded my the rambo men and I am rolling around in the dirt shooting like crazy. My gun makes the strangest noise and the ref tells me I am out of air and to just stay down. "Gladly!" I yell. I hunker down in mud and start to pray that I will last till the end of the round. I made it threw and even received a few nice comments from the mini Rambos on how I held my ground. I ended up surviving until the end of the day. During the last round my husband decided to shoot me in the rear. Needless to say I wasn't to happy. I do plan on some evil revenge when he least expects it.
I would suggest not wearing orange if you plan on paint balling. I looked like a big fat traffic cone running around out there. I couldn't have made a better target! I should have just started yelling, "Shoot me, Shoot me!" I would suggest wearing black or maybe camo.
It turned out to be a great 15th birthday for my son. I think I might even do it again!