Raising meat animals isn't for everyone. There are some who have accused me of animal cruelty for raising and butchering animals. Others have said they don't understand how I can kill an animal. I know where some of my detractors are coming from. The idea of eating an adorable, fuzzy little animal is repulsive to them. It's OK! I accept that. I would never force anyone to eat my home-raised meat – for one thing, they would not appreciate the flavor, hard work, nor sacrifice.
But, if you eat meat, you may want to think about it before you voice your disdain for homesteaders who raise meat animals. If you buy meat at a grocery store or restaurant, you need to do a little soul searching before you condemn those of us who choose to live a lifestyle closer to our food source than you do. Homesteading has been around a lot longer than buying meat at a grocery store. While it's not for everyone, insulting us for the practice makes as much sense as having a homesteader stand at the meat counter of the grocery store telling you that buying meat there is wrong. After all, those little styrofoam containers of meat covered in plastic wrap used to be cute, fuzzy little animals too.
I think the reason I'm able to raise animals for food without too much struggle is because that's how I grew up. When you grow up on a farm, ranch, or in a family that raises and kills animals for food, it's not usually an issue to do the same as an adult.
Two of last year's broilers raised for the freezer. Tender and delicious meat.
My parents and I didn't live in the country, but I always had animals of some kind. My dad was big on everyone earning a living or contributing to the family in some way. I had a pet rabbit for a while, but my dad raised meat rabbits and I learned what it's like for a rabbit to 'earn a living.'
When I was 10, I joined 4-H and raised meat rabbits because we didn't have any place for a lamb, steer or pig. When the baby rabbits were born, they were the cutest things I'd ever seen. Dad warned me that all of them would eventually be eaten and I shouldn't name them nor fall in love. So I didn't (in following years I raised sheep and a pig). It's an important thing to remember; once an animal is named, it may be harder to butcher and probably impossible for some people to eat. I don't usually name an animal I'm going to eat.
Growing up, my daughters ate rabbit and chicken we raised at home. They had no idea there was a difference between store bought and home raised and I don't remember any issues with them when it was time to butcher. One thing they did know; all of our animals lived wonderful lives. They had clean, secure housing, and the chickens had the run of the yard during the day.
When my oldest daughter was in 4-H, she raised a dozen Cornish Cross chickens. She wasn't able to butcher them because she'd grown attached to them. I'm afraid that experience soured her on eating home-raised chicken. It was my first experience with the breed and those birds were delicious.
There are a few things I know when it comes to killing and butchering animals:
1. Animals raised for food deserve to be treated with respect all the way up to the moment they are butchered. They are giving their lives for me and my family, and that is no small sacrifice. I go into the chore with reverence and thank the animal. Sometimes it takes me a day or two to get back to normal after a day of butchering. It's not my favorite thing to do for sure, but the rewards far outweigh the negative feelings I experience.
2. Store-bought meat tends to be from animals raised and killed/butchered in deplorable conditions. I don't do the same to my animals and my family. I run a clean shop. Not only is it the right thing to do, in my experience, the meat tastes better. You can teach your children what it's like to be good stewards of the earth by treating your animals well.
No one wants to be the meat animal.
3. I don't butcher animals in front of my other animals. I don't know how much they understand, but I can't help but think it's traumatizing for them to see the process. I either move my live animals away or take my meat animal to another location for processing.
4. If you can't butcher your animals, don't feel bad. It's not for everyone. Look for someone in your area who butchers and pay them to do it. I will butcher small animals (up to a goat), but I don't do cattle or pigs. They are just too big. I also don't want to be around when my large animals are killed and butchered.
Mountain went to a family who fattened him up and butchered him.
5. I enjoy what I'm doing. Raising meat animals can be a relaxing and rewarding hobby. There are ups and downs, for sure, but for the most part it is a wonderful way to give the gift of healthy eating to my family.
I spend a lot of time with my goats and chickens. I appreciate what they do for our family.
6. I don't trick people! It's tempting to serve rabbit and tell my guests it's chicken, but I don't do it. If people are going to be disgusted at the thought of eating a cute little bunny, I serve pork, beef or chicken. Most people won't ask if it is home raised so I don't bring it up. Some people really appreciate eating something I raised because they understand it tends to be healthier and tastier than anything from the store. If they ask, I'll tell them.
Thank you for visiting Nana's Ranch today. God bless you.
NoOb goat herd management on a hobby farm is interesting. We tried three breeds, not knowing how they would get along or that we would end up getting rid of some. We also didn't plan on a fatal mauling and an accidental poisoning. Ah, goats.
We think our Boer buck died after ingesting a plant that was poisonous.
Before we moved to our ranch, we already had our first goat, a Boer doeling I named Bordeaux. At the time we planned to raise and sell meat goats. After a while though, Grandpa's habit of finding goats that needed new homes not only led to the purchase of a Boer buck but also two fainting goat whethers and two Kinder does, Bonnie and Nonnie.
Bonnie is one of our two Kinder does who needed a new home when her previous owners lost their jobs and had to hit the road as long haul truckers.
With six goats of different sizes and temperaments, we had our hands full. The Kinders were at the bottom of the pecking order and had trouble getting enough food when they weren't open grazing.
The Boers outgrew the fainting goats but weren't as aggressive. When either coyotes or dogs mortally wounded our meanest fainting goat, the herd calmed down a little. Everyone was (almost) getting along.
We bred our buck to all three does. Soon after, we decided to sell off our meat goats and Cookie, the remaining fainter. I had fallen in love with Kinders.
Our first kids; twins by Nonnie
Although the fainting goats were funny to watch (both of ours were great fainters), Cookie's attitude wasn't something we wanted to have around. He was nice to humans but a battering ram to his pasture mates. Finding a miscarried goat fetus in the pasture was the last straw because it may have been caused by him hitting one of the pregnant does in the side.
Cookie was pretty chill around humans but was too mean to the other goats.
Another reality that hit us: People aren't willing to drive an hour out of the city to buy a meat goat when they can get on just down the road. The valley is full of Boer breeders we would be competing with. A good idea at first (how better to let the goats earn a living?), in reality, breeding meat goats made no sense. Selling Bordeaux and her buckling to another breeder was a good decision for us.
Our only Boer kid
Our herd now consists of two purebred Kinders and one Kinder – Boer cross from last year. All three of them have kids. Bonnie has given birth to a single buckling both times we bred her. Nonnie has birthed twins both times; a buckling and a doeling. Nonnie's doe from last year, Abba-Zabba, birthed a single buckling this year. Although she isn't purebred, we'll keep this year's doeling, Rainbow Cherry (she's 75% Kinder) and sell all three bucklings once they are whethered.
This season's kids, three bucklings and one doeling.
I have not started milking my Kinders but I am planning to start in the near future.
I hope you enjoyed reading my rambling goat chronicles today. God bless.
Nonnie and her kids from 2013, Snickers, Abba-Zabba and Bonnie.
Our grandchildren live in a small apartment in a city in northern California, and they all love coming to visit their Nana and Grandpa. Their last visit was just perfect because we'd finally gotten enough rain to make the grass grow around the fire pit. With burns deemed legal, it was time to introduce them to a marshmallow roast.
The kids' auntie and grandpa helping them load their marshmallows onto Manzanita sticks,
The first thing we did was build the fire: All three children piled shredded newspaper into the fire pit. After that, they each grabbed two small pieces of kindling and either carefully placed or threw them onto the paper. Next we took a short hike to a pile of small diameter oak branches. They carried (or dragged) their chosen branches to the fire pit and put them on top of the kindling.
Nana lit the papers while the grandchildren sat on the bench a few feet away.
After the small fire was safely burning, we hiked across a pasture to find Manzanita branches with just the right length and weight for their little hands. By this time, the kids' aunt had joined us.
Teaching the older two how to load a marshmallow, hold the stick near the flames but not too close, and how to carefully eat the hot deliciousness was a joy. They are a delight. The toddler was afraid of the fire (thankfully) but happy to eat marshmallows right out of the bag. He sat in Grandpa's lap most of the time.
This was our grandchildren's first campfire / marshmallow roast and our grandson said, "Auntie Kweesty, this is the BEST campfire EVER!"
I hope you enjoyed your visit to Nana's Ranch today.
When my husband and I invited a dozen friends to ride their motorcycles up to our ranch for a ministry meeting and lunch, I wasn't thinking about adding the final leaf to the table or about the fact that I've never had a tablecloth big enough to cover the behemoth.
Just a day before the event, as my husband and I were getting the house ready, I realized none of my tablecloths were going to work. I immediately turned to Plan B: Make One.
Step 1. Build a fire and boil water. With electricity so expensive, the only way to boil a lot of water efficiently is to do it over a fire. I built a nice one and let it burn down a bit before adding a couple of pots of water.
Step 2. Because we live so far from a city where we can buy things, I keep odd materials on hand. I have an assortment of Rit dyes and yards and yards of cotton fabric. The first step in making the tablecloth was choosing a dye color. My husband decided on Dark Green. Next, I got my white fabric and laid it along the length of the table, letting it hang over on each end the same amount as it was on the sides (the selvage edges provided a hem of sorts). I snipped and ripped the fabric in the right place and left enough fabric in case I decide to hem it in the future. For now, I simply pulled all the loose strings off both ends and called it DONE.
Step 3. Wash new fabric to remove any finishes or residues. This is always a good idea. The dye takes to the fabric better if it's wet to begin with.
Step 4. Following Rit Dye directions, I put a few gallons of boiling water in a large tub (it will stain plastic), added 1 cup of salt and a single packet of Rit Dye. I stirred it with an old, clean mop – which I will never use on my floors again.
Step 5. Add fabric to dye mixture and stir, adding enough boiling water to cover. Stir for 30 minutes or until your fabric is the right color. It will be darker when it's wet. I stirred off and on, added a few other items I wanted to dye, and let it soak for a long time between stirrings. As a result, I have a shirt that looks kind of tie-dye. I think my fabric was in the dye bath for around 2 hours.
Step 6. Drain and rinse according to directions on the box.
Step 7. Wash with soap in a washing machine then dry either on a line or in a dryer. I didn't have time to let it hang dry. Because I used 100% cotton fabric, I had a chore ahead of me trying to iron out the wrinkles.
Step 8. Put your new tablecloth on your table and set it. I had to pull a couple of stray strings off each end but it wasn't bad. My cloth has a nice, tight weave.
My suggestion is that you always keep different colors of Rit Dye on hand and, if possible, keep some 100% cotton fabrics you can use for various projects like this. I wish I'd thrown in another yard or so of fabric to make matching cloth napkins because I prefer them over paper towels or napkins.
When I put the tablecloth in the washing machine, I felt terrible about letting the fire go to waste. I decided it was as good a time as any to have a marshmallow roast.
I hope you've enjoyed this visit to Nana's Ranch. God bless.
It's still hot outside, but there's something in the air that's telling my brain, "It's time to stock up for winter!" Since I have suffered a 100% fail in the garden and orchard this year (thanks to the ground squirrels, gophers, deer, and rabbits), all of our winter food will come from the grocery store, not my canning and freezing efforts. It makes me sad.
So, instead of making my own spaghetti sauce, I'm sewing and crafting like a maniac. This week's project is square catnip cat toys. I don't have a cat right now, but I grow organic catnip, and I am always looking for something to do with it. Hey, maybe if I had a cat or two I wouldn't have all the trouble with rodents!
I sell sprigs of dried catnip at The Coarsegold Emporium in Coarsegold, CA. A lot of my catnip will be ground into powder and added to the next batch of Castile soap I make. It acts as an exfoliate and adds color as well as a slight scent to my soaps. Still gentle on skin, my catnip soap is popular with cat lovers. I don't know if it will do the trick, but I recently read that catnip is a natural mosquito repellant.
The catnip in the squares I'm making is fresh and pungent, having been picked just a day before it's sewn into a toy. I have a couple dozen made and will post pictures on my website.
Hand Sewn Catnip Square
How I do it:
Clip catnip and let it dry. This will take from one to four days, depending on the temperature and humidity. It's hot and dry at Nana's Ranch right now, so mine is drying in just over 24 hours.
To make a square, simply cut out a couple of pieces of fabric to act as the front and back. Stitch around the outside edge, leaving an opening to stuff the catnip into. Once you have enough in the pouch, stitch it closed.
I use felt and add decorations. Most of my button decorations are handcrafted from polymer clay. I usually make buttons with no idea where or when I'll use them, so when a project like this comes along, I'm happy to drag out my button bags and search for the right one.
Because both of my sewing machines need repairs, I'm hand stitching the squares while I sit and watch TV in the evenings.
Hand Stitched Final Product
I hope your efforts in the garden were better than mine. If not, maybe you can find the time to do some crafting. Either way, enjoy this late summer/early fall season.
Hello, I'm Nana, and I live with Grandpa in the country on a little piece of land I call Nana's Ranch. Because I've only lived here full-time for a little more than a year, a lot of my blogs will be about discovery and overcoming things I never envisioned possible.
How did we end up in the country?
My husband and I moved from our beach house in Central California to our country property when we got tired of coastal fog and cold summer days. The transition was easy; it was something we had been looking forward to since we bought 20 acres in rural California ten years ago. Weekend visits throughout the years gave us time to put in electricity, a well, a water storage tank, an orchard of fruit and nut trees, fences, a bunkhouse, a pond, and a good sized chicken coop with a fenced yard.
On one trip back to the coast after a weekend visit to the ranch, Grandpa bought a two-month-old orphaned Boer doeling. She was on my lap, wrapped in a comforter, the entire three hour drive home. I didn't know what we were going to do with her in our little cul-de-sac yard, and it turns out, neither did Grandpa! We built a fence around an extra large Dogloo, and she happily ate alfalfa and grain and played with our Catahoula. I took her for walks on a leash, and we even took her to the dog park so she could run, play, and cause a stir.
It wasn't long before little Bordeaux was jumping out of her pen and into our yard. She liked the ferns and Swiss chard very much. She also liked harassing the chickens. You see, even though I lived in town, I had chickens. At the time, I had a flock of Bantam Silkies and a handful of dual purpose hens for egg production. I sold baby chicks at the pet store, pullets to others wanting to start a flock, and eggs to a few regular customers. Roosters were donated to the local zoo when neighbors complained about their noise. Now that we're at the ranch, Bordeaux has goat friends, we have grown our chicken flock, added more fowl creatures, and we have equines.
One of our rescue donkeys, Guillermo, is a sweet boy who loves hugs, scratches, and treats.
Sometimes I'm brilliant and other times I make colossal errors in judgment. I hope my mistakes will serve as a warning to you but also offer support and comfort when you think you're the only one things like this could possibly be happening to. Please celebrate my successes with me. If you've lived in the country for any length of time, you have learned that things don't always go as planned, nor as they did for the neighbor, and they surely don't go as the 'How To' books said they would! For these reasons, every good thing that happens in the country deserves a moment to drink in the victory.
Two cage-free Americauna hens scratch for bugs and grass in the yard at Nana's Ranch.
With so many critters at Nana’s Ranch, it is an exciting place where the drama never seems to stop. Stay tuned!