Monday, May 5

Monday Daily Dose Of Cute: Morning Wake Up


Snug As Three Bugs In A Rug (Yep, there are three tucked in there)

Current Lamb Count: 25, including one born Friday (Liselotte's), one born Saturday (Bella's), and one born Sunday (Alisha's). Number of times I counted the lambs and ewes locked in the barn tonight: I stopped counting the counting at 9.

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where the sheep obviously have cloaking capabilities - because otherwise our counting skills would look incredibly pathetic.

Recipe: Quick and Easy Black Bean Chili with Canned Black Beans, Tomatoes, Roasted Red Peppers, and Corn

Quick and Easy Black Bean Chili - FarmgirlFare.comComfort food with a fiesta flair that's vegetarian friendly & makes a great dip, too.

Just (barely) in time for Cinco de Mayo. Is it black bean soup? Is it black bean chili? Is it even Mexican? Who cares—let's eat!

Here's another spur-of-the-moment recipe I came up with one day after poking around in the pantry and looking at stuff languishing in the fridge. Whether you call it black bean soup or black bean chili or simply 'that black bean stuff,' it's quick, easy, delicious, low fat, and good for you—my kind of meal.

As I slurped up test spoonfuls from the first simmering pot, I thought of how much my cilantro loving foodie mom would probably enjoy it and decided I would freeze some for her upcoming visit. I divided the big batch into two different containers, and then over the next few days proceeded to devour them both. This stuff is really good.

It's also the perfect kind of thing to have on hand when you find yourself grabbing snacks and meals at all hours of the day because you're knee-deep in lambing season, or something equally as schedule-wrecking and time consuming. A quick bowl reheated on the stove or in the microwave and you're good to go for hours. One day I even had it for breakfast.

Like most soups and chilis, this one tastes even better after a day or two in the fridge, so I recommend cooking it up ahead of time if you can. I did end up making another batch for my mother while she was here last month, and she loved it, but when she tasted it the second day the first thing she said was, "I think it might have too much flavor."

Too much flavor? I did add a tablespoon of chili powder to her batch, so if you're the kind of person who can be easily overflavored, you might want to leave it out and/or reduce the other seasonings.

I realize that a steaming bowl of hearty black bean soup or chili isn't everybody's idea of late spring fare, but I'm running a little behind with the whole sharing seasonal recipes thing (so what else is new?), and I figured I could slide this one in under the guise of it being for Cinco de Mayo.

Besides, it even tastes good cold as a dip with tortilla chips. And if I ever get any heirloom tomatoes planted in my kitchen garden this year, I plan to enjoy it topped with lots of fresh chopped garden tomatoes come summer. Olé!


Farmgirl Susan's Quick & Easy Black Bean Chili
Makes about 10 cups

**Click here to print this recipe**

The spices play a big role in this dish, so use the freshest you can find. I've been ordering mine in bulk for years from Ameriherb in Iowa.

Whole cumin and coriander seeds will last much longer than pre-ground; just use an electric coffee/spice grinder (not the one you use for coffee!) to grind up a little at a time. If you've never ground your own spices you won't believe the flavor difference. I use a small piece of bread or a spoonful of rice to clean the grinder out.

The chicken stock adds richness and protein, but you could easily make this vegetarian by adding more tomatoes (canned or chopped fresh), not draining the black beans, or simply using water (I'd start with one cup rather than two) instead.

2010 Update: CarebearNJ writes, Just made this for a Super Bowl party. My fiancé said he'd been worried about a vegetarian chili tasting right but that this recipe was the best chili he'd had in years! I added one minced chipotle and a teaspoon of the adobo sauce and used water instead of stock.

A jar of roasted red peppers is a tasty addition, and if I had any Aconcagua peppers from the garden left in the freezer I would have chopped up a few handfuls and tossed them in. Fire-roasted or spicy tomatoes would kick things up a notch.

If you're serving this to guests, offer several toppings and let everyone have fun piling them high and personalizing their bowls. As always, I urge you to seek out organic and local ingredients; they really do make a difference. I really like Eden Organic canned beans, which

I haven't bought canned corn in years, but a few months ago I saw that Libby's was selling cans of organic sweet corn, decided to give it a try, and found myself nibbling on niblets straight from the can.

2 to 3 Tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
3 medium yellow or white onions
(about 1 pound), chopped
4 to 6 cloves garlic, chopped
2 Tablespoons paprika
1 Tablespoon cumin powder, preferably freshly ground
1 Tablespoon chili powder
(optional)
1 teaspoon coriander, preferably freshly ground
1 teaspoon salt
3 15-ounce cans organic black beans,
drained & rinsed (or not)
1 24-ounce can organic chopped tomatoes
1 jar roasted red peppers or a few handfuls of chopped fresh or frozen sweet pepper
(optional)
2 cups organic chicken stock, preferably homemade (or vegetable stock or water—start with just 1 cup water)
3/4 to 1 cup (packed) chopped cilantro
1 15¼-ounce can organic corn
, drained

Toppings:
Shredded Monterey jack or cheddar cheese
Diced avocado or guacamole
Sour cream, cottage cheese, or yogurt
Your favorite salsa
Chopped cilantro
Chopped scallions
Chopped tomatoes
Chopped sweet red peppers


Heat oil in a large pot then add onions and cook on medium high, stirring often, until soft and starting to brown, about 10 to 12 minutes. Make a space in the center of the pot and add the garlic, stirring so it all touches the bottom of the pot. Cook, stirring, 2 minutes. Add the cumin, corander, paprika, & salt and cook, stirring, 2 minutes.

Add the beans, tomatoes, peppers (if using), and chicken stock. Cover and bring to a boil, then simmer with the lid barely cracked, stirring occasionally, for 30 to 60 minutes, depending on how much time you have. Stir in the cilantro.

Purée with an immersion blender until still slightly chunky, less than 5 seconds. (I love my KitchenAid hand blender.) Or transfer about two-thirds of the soup in batches to a countertop blender and very carefully purée, then return to the pot. Stir in the corn and cook for a few more minutes.

Serve hot, topped as desired.

Other serving ideas: eat hot or cold as a dip with tortilla chips; put it in quesadillas or burritos; spread it over tortilla chips for super sloppy gloppy nachos; serve it atop a mound of rice.

Hungry for more Tex Mex recipes?
You might also enjoy my Fiesta Cottaqe Cheese Veggie Dip or Mexican Jumping Bean Slaw, Easy Vegetarian Tacos & High Kickin' Creamy Tomato Dressing.

How about some homemade bread to go with that?
Beyond Easy Beer Bread (my most popular recipe!)
Savory Feta Cheese & Scallion Scones
Easy Rosemary Focaccia with White Wine & Pecorino Romano
Oatmeal Toasting Bread (makes great rolls and burger buns, too)

Still hungry? You'll find links to all my sweet and savory Less Fuss, More Flavor recipes in the Farmgirl Fare Recipe Index.

© FarmgirlFare.com, the always up for eating foodie farm blog where Farmgirl Susan shares recipes, stories, & photos of her crazy country life on 240 remote Missouri acres—and we don't need a holiday to declare that it's fiesta time (which is good since this one is practically over).

Sunday, May 4

Sunday Daily Dose Of Cute: Buried Alive


It's Probably Good That We Don't Live Near The Beach

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where no lambs were harmed during this burial (which we had to share despite the slightly blurry photo) - he and his mother, who showed up moments later, simply ate his way out.

Saturday, May 3

Saturday Farm Photo: Grooming Session


It's A Donkey Thing

Want to see more donkey doings?
Donkey Photos
Dolores Photos
Dinky Photos
Daphne Photos
Donkey Doodle Dandy

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where you learn a whole lot more about donkeys when you add two new members to your herd of one, like that they love to gnaw on each other - and these days Daphne is looking extremely pregnant.

Saturday Daily Dose Of Cute


Day Two: Pups On Patrol

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where this photo was actually taken back on March 10th, so these puppies are a little bigger than this now - like twice the size. (I wanted to make sure it looked like things were going to work out before letting you fall in love with them.)

Thursday, May 1

Thursday Daily Dose Of Cute


Seeing Spots Again

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where sometimes it's double or nothing during lambing season. Last year Snugglebunny lost her big baby boy (and adopted a little girl), but this year she had twins, one black and one all covered with spots - just like she did two years ago, except they were girls and these are boys.

Kit Kat Kate & The Contest Winners!
(Yep, that would be the one from back in January)


Flower Girl

Meet Sarah Kate, also known as Kit Kat Kate. She's one of the three long-term inmates I rescued from the pokey back in December. She's small and sweet and has a little squeak of a meow. She's best buddies with panther-like Mr. Midnight (photo of him coming soon), loves to play, and graciously acts as alarm clock in the morning if you should foolishly attempt to sleep in. My mother fell in love with Sarah Kate during her recent visit, and, when not calling her Cuteness or demanding that her official name be changed to Kit Kat Kate, she was threatening to sneak her off the farm and back to California in her carry-on bag.

Sarah Kate's current favorite way to pass the time is to go in and out of The Shack about 90 times a day (via the homemade shredded-screen cat door so kindly created by The Doodle Monster), probably because she spent 8 months of 2007 in the slammer. It's hard to believe that in all that time nobody wanted to adopt her. I just love her to pieces.

Sadly there are millions of unwanted and homeless dogs and cats in this country, but thanks to the extraordinary efforts of artist and animal lover Bernie Berlin, that number continues to get a little smaller each day. For the past 8 years, Bernie has been running a full-time, non-profit animal rescue in Tennessee called A Place To Bark. . . And Meow. A Place To Bark is a 501c3 non-profit organization funded entirely by donations and Bernie's own personal money.

Last year alone, Bernie rescued and found homes for over 500 unwanted animals, many of whom were abused or injured. At times she has 50 or more dogs in her care. She literally goes to the pound and takes home dogs who are scheduled to be put down the next day. And somehow she miraculously has time to share her heartwarming and heartbreaking experiences on the A Place To Bark blog.

I think Bernie is one of the most wonderful people in the world, and thanks to the generosity of a whopping 2,400 animal lovers like you who made donations during January's America's Giving Challenge, Bernie will now be able to build a much needed shelter building on her property.

While A Place To Bark didn't win one of the four $50,000 America's Giving Challenge grants (so close in 5th place!), Bernie and the animals were still big winners. A Place To Bark received over $42,000 in donations, and the Zoline Foundation awarded her a matching $35,000 grant. The shelter building is going to become a reality, and Bernie will no longer have to bring dozens of dogs into her house during the winter.

Many, many thanks to all of you who made donations to A Place To Bark after reading my post about the challenge (and our newly adopted cat Topaz, who is doing great by the way) on Farmgirl Fare.

The winner of the signed copy of The Cornbread Gospels is Cyndee, who has 2 cats, 1 dog and 4 chickens - all adopted. The phone call from this foodie farmgirl will be going to Jeannine, who has a Cat Chalet on her front porch that is open to the local strays. Congratulations!

I'll be giving away another signed copy of The Cornbread Gospels soon (this is such a fun book), as well as several other neat new books, so stay tuned. In the meantime, if you're thinking of adding a new furry family member to your household, please consider adopting one from a shelter or animal rescue organization. It's a win-win situation for everyone. And if you're looking for a new pet charity to support, I hope you'll remember Bernie and A Place To Bark. Every penny makes a difference, and 100% of your tax-deductible donation always goes directly to helping the animals. Thank you!

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where just because a houseguest looks around The Shack and says, "There are cats everywhere!" doesn't mean you have too many - and I'm so grateful for each and every one.

Wednesday, April 30

Wednesday Daily Dose Of Cute:
Staving Off Unwanted Advances


Bear Doesn't Play

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where the bipeds aren't the only ones who have to resist the livestock guardian dog cuteness.

How To Cook Lamb: Recipe for Stuffed Mushrooms with Ground Lamb and Feta (& My Mother's Secret Ingredient)


Stuffed Mushrooms With Homegrown Lamb, Onion, Parsley & Feta

We always eat well when my foodie mother visits the farm. During her most recent stay we were so busy with lambing season (which is still dragging on by the way) most of our homemade meals came straight from the freezer. Last fall, however, we had a chance to do lots of experimenting in the kitchen, and I'm slowly but surely getting some of those new favorite recipes posted. Enjoy!

I'm embarrassed to admit that up until last November I'd never stuffed a mushroom in my life. I now realize this is tragic, and I'm determined to make up for lost time because I've also realized there are a lot of stuffed mushroom recipes out there. I mean, you can stuff a mushroom with just about anything! Who knew? Okay, probably everyone but me.

My late-in-life stuffed mushroom introduction happened purely by chance. After picking my foodie mother up at the airport last fall for her twice yearly visit to the farm, we stopped by Trader Joe's to stock up for our upcoming ten day cooking and eating spree. And there they were: packages of giant 'Stuffer Mushrooms' nudged up against the regular-sized mushrooms and screaming at me. "YOU NEED US! YOU WANT US! TAKE US HOME AND STUFF US!"

Tuesday, April 29

Tuesday Daily Dose Of Cute


Ready For Her Close Up

Current Lamb Count: 22. Number of cute overload moments lately between all the new baby lambs, baby chicks, and fluffy white pups: More than should probably be allowed on one farm.

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where the new puppies are even softer than they look - not that we've been snuggling them or anything, because you aren't supposed to make cuddly pets out of the livestock guardians. But a little pat or two never hurt anybody.

Monday, April 28

Monday Daily Dose Of Cute


Meet And Greet With
Cary

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where the new puppies are growing faster than I can answer all your fun questions about them, but hopefully I'll have some answers posted soon. Thanks for your patience, and in the meantime, enjoy the cute before they get to be 125 pounds apiece!

Sunday, April 27

Sunday Daily Dose Of Cute: Woof! Woof!


Our Latest Defense Against The Coyotes

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where just because you're adorable doesn't mean you can't be scary, too - and one of the toughest things about farm life is knowing that you're not supposed to cuddle the livestock guard dogs.

Wild Kingdom: A Big Sunday Feast & A Mysterious Little Owl


Screech Owl in the Farmyard on January 20th

Note: I wrote this back on January 26th. Unfortunately it'
s only the beginning of the story - and at this point there is no happy ending in sight. There is, however, a small bright spot in all of this sadness and frustration. Two small bright spots, actually, which even qualify for Daily Dose Of Cute status. Stay tuned.

January 2009 Update: You can read the rest of this story here.

There are days when farm life sucks, and last Sunday was one of them. I was here by myself, it was zero degrees, and all the water pipes were frozen. But that was no big deal. That was just January in Missouri in The Shack. But then around 11:00 am, two coyotes killed a sheep in the hayfield. Yes, during broad daylight. Yes, while the donkeys were out there with them.

The time between looking out the kitchen window and realizing what had just happened and getting to the scene of the crime was agonizing. As Bear and I ran the several hundred yards out into the field I switched between sobbing "No! No! NO!" to screaming at the coyotes in a vain attempt to scare them away from the white, unmoving lump I knew was a sheep.

The rest of the flock had fled. I was pretty sure the sheep was dead, but I held onto the slim chance that it might still be alive. Not knowing who it was - that was the most awful part. I figured it would be 12-year-old Skinny Chip, one of my big pet wethers who has bad hooves and trouble walking. I prayed it wasn't Cary.

It wasn't. It was a healthy young wether who probably weighed 100 pounds and would have graced someone's table in a couple of months - and put a couple of hundred dollars in our pocket. Instead it had become this Sunday's dinner. It was a clean kill, and it had just happened. The body was still warm. The blood that covered my hands was still warm.

When I was a little kid I watched "Wild Kingdom" every week on TV with my dad, who loved nature and animals and died when I was just eleven. I want to say that it was on on Sunday nights, maybe at six o'clock, right before the Walt Disney hour. At least that's how I remember it. Mutual of Omaha sponsored the show. I had no idea what Mutual of Omaha was, but to this day I can still remember their 800 number.

We don't have TV reception down here in our little valley. Instead I look out a window and realize I live in Wild Kingdom.

I can't blame the coyotes. They live here, too, and they get just as hungry as I do. It's the dead of winter; food is scarce. I heard there weren't any acorns in the woods this year. Things like fences and property rights and animal ownership mean nothing to them. All they see is a field full of fat and easy targets. A lamb is a lot easier to chase down than a deer.

I do partly blame myself. We've become complacent about the coyotes. We know we're surrounded by them. We hear them at night, their howls and barks echoing through the hills. We know we've been extremely lucky all these years to have sustained so few losses to them. And yet a couple of weeks ago we chose to watch a mating pair of these beautiful creatures (because they are indeed beautiful) cavorting around in the hayfield through a set of binoculars rather than through the scope on a rifle.

We don't shoot 'varmints' for sport or to 'clean up' our property, and for that we have paid a price. This coyote couple had been hanging around, watching, scheming, waiting, wanting. We knew this, and yet we still didn't shoot them. People around here think we're crazy. Some of you reading this will think we're crazy.

On Sunday I watched the coyotes tear into the lamb. My lamb. Later I watched an enormous bald eagle eat his fill of fresh meat while he stood on the wooly body, nervously looking around between bites. I watched a flock of crows move in for their meal. I watched two friends shoot at the coyotes from the second story window of what will soon be our new bedroom and miss. I want them both dead, I said. They know the taste of lamb. They know how to get easy meat. They need to be killed. They need to be dead.

As he was driving the quarter mile from The Shack to the front gate late that afternoon, one friend saw a coyote standing in the front field by the sawdust pile, which isn't far from the barn. He shot and missed. His dad, one of the shooters in the bedroom, had seen a coyote at the top of our driveway that morning.

On Monday reinforcements arrived. A pack of men and a pack of dogs scattered themselves around the valley at dawn and spent the next 10 hours tracking and chasing and shooting. One dog attacked a coyote and had his face torn up.

At four o'clock in the afternoon I looked out into the hayfield and saw both coyotes back at the lamb. Their lamb. And despite my yelling and Bear's barking, not to mention their having been chased all day by a pack of dogs and men with guns, the brazen, hungry coyotes were hesitant to leave their prize.

Loss is inevitable when you're raising animals, whether they're packed into a giant building under horrid conditions or out on the open range. You expect it, and you learn to take it in stride. You do the best you can, and you learn from your mistakes. You worry yourself to sleep. And you tell yourself it's okay to cry.

None of that lamb went to waste. By Tuesday afternoon there was nothing left but the pelt.

We're doing what we can to ensure the safety of the flock. Skinny Chip is in a big pen. The hayfield is off limits to the sheep. We've installed even more spotlights at the barn and turned up the volume on the radio that plays down there all night. I'm learning to shoot the varmint rifle. Because there are two coyotes out there who will no doubt kill again.



Fortunately it isn't all just death and killing in the Wild Kingdom. In the midst of everything that was happening on Sunday, I came across this little owl sitting on a fence post in the farmyard. Armed with only my pistol, I could do nothing except stare in awe and curse myself for being without my camera. I'd never seen anything like it. It held its face toward the sun, eyes closed, its feathers ruffling in the frigid wind.



It popped open its eyes and stared at me as I stared back at it. It turned its head almost completely around like you've always been told that owls can do but have never really believed. It didn't seem bothered by my presence at all. I really wanted to reach out and touch it.

I ran back to The Shack to get my camera in the hopes that it wouldn't fly away. It didn't. I couldn't believe it.



It was neat. It was gorgeous. It was adorable. I snapped photos until my fingers went numb. I was shocked to see that it hadn't flown away when the shots had been fired from a window directly above its head. I proudly showed it to off to the donkey peddling cowboy and his four-year-old son, who had answered my coyote phone call for help.

"That's a screech owl," the cowbody informed me. "Don't touch it!" he said to his son, who had cautiously reached out a finger.

I took more photos. I moved closer and closer to it, until I was standing just inches away. I was mesmerized.



The little owl stayed on the fence post for most of the afternoon. I checked on it every few minutes from the kitchen window. It was starting to seem a little weird. "What's wrong with that owl?" the cowboy had asked as the three of us stared at it and wondered why it was just sitting there in the middle of the farmyard.



Eventually it flew over to another fence a few yards away, where it sat for a couple more photos. Then it disappeared up into a tree.

Like I said, Wild Kingdom.

Note: After a week of thinking about it, I decided I wasn't going to write this. I was simply going to post a neat photo of an owl I saw in the farmyard. No backstory. It isn't easy putting yourself and your actions out there for attack, admitting that you've failed or that you made the wrong choice about something and somebody died because of it. But I know a lot of you don't just want the photos. You want the backstory - even when it's bad. You read my blog because you want to know what life is really like out here on a farm in the middle of nowhere. Unfortunately right now this is what it's like - and the killing hasn't stopped.

© 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the in awe of nature foodie farm blog where Farmgirl Susan shares the good and the bad of life on 240 remote Missouri acres.

Saturday Daily Dose Of Cute


Somebody Answered
The Ad!

Actually there have been two responses so far, but the other interested party is a little camera shy and was hiding under its mother when this picture was taken.

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where the chickens have decided that the first batch of Daily Dose Of Cute photos had way too much wool, so the second series is going to be full of fluff and feathers - even if it did require sitting on a pile of eggs for three and a half weeks (and sneaking photos up a day late).

Friday, April 25

Friday Daily Dose Of Cute


Time Out

© 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where Farmgirl Susan shares stories & photos of her crazy country life on 240 remote Missouri acres - and it's exhausting being this cute.

Thursday, April 24

Thursday Daily Dose Of Cute: Country Classifieds


Single Chick Seeks Companion Of Like Size & Species

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where it's always more fun (and more cute!) with friends, but at least if you're the only kid you don't have to fight anybody for the landing pad - and you get all of mom's attention.

Wednesday, April 23

Wednesday Daily Dose Of Cute


Baby Talk

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where everybody talks with their mouth full. Or partway full. Or maybe just a little piece of hay full. Oh, wait. Last Wednesday I said nobody around here talks with their mouth full. Okay maybe she's just chewing. Or maybe I just shouldn't be trying think up captions and tag lines this late at night. At least there's no arguing that she's cute!

Tuesday, April 22

Tuesday Daily Dose Of Cute


Bear The Babysitter (among other things)

Current Lamb Count: 18, including three lambs born yesterday. Eleven more pregnant ewes to go!

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where Liselotte, who looks like she's going to give birth any second, is now safe and secure in a bonding pen and has been ordered pleaded with to please wait until morning to have her lamb(s) because it's way past this tired farmgirl's bedtime!

Tuesday Farm Photo: Who Needs Ducks in a Row?


We've Got Chickens Lined Up

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the fine feathered foodie farm blog where sometimes you can't help but wonder if the chickens really do all see something that you don't, or if they're just entertaining themselves at your expense - and we still only have the one new baby chick.

Monday, April 21

Monday Daily Dose Of Cute


Milkface Moves Beyond Milk

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where Farmgirl Susan shares stories & photos of her crazy country life on 240 remote Missouri acres - and even baby lambs know everybody needs some fiber in their diet.

Sunday, April 20

Sunday Daily Dose Of Cute


Raa Raa Black Sheep! (You know I love the black ones)

Current Lamb Count: 15, including this itty bitty newborn cutie pie. Number of farmgirls getting a little tired of stealth milkers - baby lambs who act as if they don't know how to nurse (and refuse to drink from a bottle, so you end up feeding them every couple of hours with a syringe) and then take a nice little drink as soon as you turn your back: 1.

© Copyright 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where it's late night sheep-related multi-tasking time: I've been ordering vet supplies (10 minutes before they closed), doing a prego/baby barn check (the moon is so bright!), and posting this lamb photo (the problem with black is that it always shows the dirt!) in between baking trays of banana bribe cookies (recipe coming soon!) for a farmgirl friend who's leaving her sheep tomorrow in order to come over to help me work mine. Baaaaaa!

Sunday Farm Photo: Chick Days Are Here!


A little freshly picked arugula while you wait?

Three weeks ago, two of Whitey's chicks—who are now grown-up hens and laying little brown eggs of their own—decided they were in the mood for motherhood, so they each settled down on a pile of eggs in side-by-side nesting boxes for the 21-day incubation period. (Did you miss Whitey Watch last year? You'll find links to all of Whitey's 2007 baby chick posts at the bottom of this page.)


8:56 am this morning



11:06 am



1:36 pm

Yesterday three chicks hatched but there was something wrong with them and all three died. Fortunately things are going much better today. This little bundle of fluff belongs to Cheeky (the hen on the left), who isn't in the picture because I had to briefly relocate her in order to check on what was happening underneath her. That didn't make her happy. Fortunately I was wearing thick gloves.

There are six more eggs under Cheeky and four more under the other hen (whose name is still being decided), so cross your feathers that this chirping little cutie pie will have some siblings soon - and that we don't end up with
another bunch of roosters!

The chicks all started last year with Whitey:
5/12/07:
Whitey's Gone Broody
6/1/07:
Whitey Gets Her Wish
6/4/07:
Peep! Peep! Peep!
6/2/07:
It's Been Quite A Chick-Filled Day
6/5/07:
I'm Just Wai-tin' On A Friend
6/17/07:
Whitey & Her Baby Chicks
6/19/07:
Caution - Foodie Forming
8/2/07:
Wall Inspection & Farmgirl Inspection
8/3/07:
Baby's First Perch
8/4/07:
Baby's First Dustbath
8/5/07:
Mother As Landing Pad
8/9/07:
Little Rooster Showin' Some Style


© FarmgirlFare.com, the fine feathered foodie farm blog where no eggs, chicks, chickens, or farmgirls were harmed during the taking of these photos (thanks to the gloves), but Cheeky got so pissed off while being gently removed from her eggs that she started screeching like The Alien. And that was a little bit scary.

Saturday, April 19

Saturday Daily Dose Of Cute


Dee Dee & Her Baby Boy, Milkface

Sometimes it can take a while to get a name around here. And when you do finally get one, there's no guarantee that it'll be a good one - especially if my mother happens to be around. During her first visit to the farm she renamed one of the cats. Crook, so called by his previous owners because he not only had an odd little crook in his tail but also used to steal food from other cats, became Patchy Cat because he "looks just like my Patchy Cat who got run over by a car." Okay, fine - though Joe still can't believe that our all doing, all seeing, all around manly Farm Boss feline is now named (use your best high pitched girly voice here) Patchy Cat.

Then several years ago she named Auntie Rose, which isn't horrible but isn't so great either. The ironic part is that not only does my mother have no recollection whatsoever of actually coming up with the name Auntie Rose, she also swears she doesn't remember the conversation she and I had during her visit last fall when I informed her that the sheep she was inquiring about was named Auntie Rose because that's what she told me I should name her, and I hadn't wanted to hurt her feelings by later changing it.

Then she decided to come to the farm this year during lambing season. And when she first arrived and was trying to figure out which lamb was which and who they each belonged to, I pointed to one and said that he was the little milk face baby whose photo I'd posted a couple of times. That did it. From that second on, every single time she was down at the barn she would look around and say, "Where's Milkface?" even though she'd never actually seen him with any milk on his face.

Naturally the name quickly stuck. Even I started referring to him as Milkface. At one point while we were watching him playing in the barnyard I turned to her and said, "I can't believe that poor little guy is gonna have to go through his entire life being called Milkface." She laughed.

Fortunately Milkface doesn't seem to mind. Although while my mother was here, and his name was constantly being said aloud, I did notice that he'd stopped sleeping curled up next to Dee Dee and was cuddling up next to the biggest lamb in the barnyard instead. I figure some of the other kids had started teasing him behind my back. They're just lucky my mother left before she'd had a chance to name them, too.

© 2008 FarmgirlFare.com, the award-winning blog where an Auntie Rose by another name would be as sweet - and cute little Milkface is pretty much just out of luck.

Saturday Farm Photo: Daffodil Delight


I Love
Them Even When They're Soggy

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Friday, April 18

Friday Daily Dose Of Cute: A Little Look Back


Cary (age 2-1/2 weeks) & The Nanny Bear In The Greenhouse, 5/06

Don't know who this little lamb named Cary is? Meet her in A Tiny Tail For Mother's Day. And find out how she's doing now in yesterday's Farm Photo 4/18/08: Cary Update.

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