castrating pigs

Just a few days ago we castrated pigs for the first time. In the past the sole reason I never wanted to breed pigs was due to this very topic. After our piglets were born the reality set in that this job would need being done.

I told Nick (we are recently separated) to please ask the guy we bought them from to do it. We’ll pay him and everything. So he found a breeder that was willing to come out to the farm (no hauling animals) to show and teach us.

We watched a couple YouTube videos and I was even more grateful that someone else was going to do this job.

With pigs you cannot band them like you can a goat or a cow. You have to cut them.

With a scalpel.

Then pop the what-nots out like a big pimple.

Then cut out the family jewels by the strand that’s still hanging on for dear life.

You must do all this with the greatest precision with a live screaming fully-conscientious patient. Make sure you clean it with a rag before you start too.

You can imagine my relief that someone else was going to do this.

The set day had arrived. Nick came to help even though it was not his day to be at the farm. He has been gracious in helping tie up loose ends here. He knows also that this has been the dread of my life for several months.

We fed the mama in a horse trailer and locked her in. This way she is separated from all the babies and also unable to see what’s going on.

I’m sure you’ve heard stories of how vicious a mama bear can be. A mama sow can equal or exceed that rage. I’m convinced of that. Petunia (mama sow) has always been so sweet. Once she had her babies she turned into a lunatic. We can’t even pet one of her pigs without her charging.

A safe place for us and Petunia was secured.

The couple that came to help were a wealth of knowledge and very kind. He explained the process and even brought a special stand he uses. The first little guy was brought. He was the fatest little piglet we had. He was turned upside down on the stand, placed with bottom facing away from the man castrating. He squealed something fierce. He was going crazy. This guy starts cutting and explaining while the wife held the legs securely. After a bit the pig stopped squealing and the job was done.

The pig was handed over to us to place back with the others. Then I noticed the pig wasn’t waking up. I gave some rescue breaths. Over my hand. No pig mouth to mouth.

Nothing.

I tried a rough rub.

Nothing.

Then the wife and I went into full piglet CPR. Compressions and breaths.

Nothing still. I could tell the eyes were lifeless and not going to come back.

What just happened!

So after a few minutes of shock we started on the next boy.

The breeder asked if I was going to do the next one.

Umm.

Can you do it so I can see one with a good ending?

He did. That one went just fine. So, I was to do the third and last little guy.

I did. That one went just fine too. I cleaned him up with a rag and just got the job done. I even thought to myself, “This is not a big deal.” I’m not one to get queasy anyways. I mean, I’m an EMT and have seen some traumatic things with no problems.

After handing off the little dude, I placed the scapel in a container.

Then it hit me. I don’t know what it was really, but everything was going black. Really black. I remember holding onto the stand and bending down trying to will the light back. Maybe it was the death. Maybe it was the slippery little berries that got away from me, making the job just a bit longer. Maybe I should not be doing things like this. Maybe I’m just a fixer and not a cutter.

Next I saw faces above. Exactly like it is in the movies. “Jennee, Jennee, you passed out.”

The wife was wiping my head with a cool rag. The faces looked concerned. Then I realized where I was and I remembered everything going black. I was out for 20 seconds. I was caught on my way down. I guess someone asked if I was alright and I just said, “No!”

Then I went down.

I was still waking up and I realized that I was holding the hand of my husband and he looked like he just saw me die. I could tell he was freaking out inside. I let go of his hand.

He’s not my person anymore. I remembered that. I thought for just a second that things like this are going to be hard alone. Not castrating. Although I’m certainly not going to do that alone.

The times where you’re in a bind and you just have someone there.

That will be hard to loose. It still must be done. It is just very hard. I’ve never really been alone. I got married at 20 and I still lived with my parents. Now they are 5 hours away. Sure I have friends and co-workers who are amazing. Asking their help feels more like charity though.

I sat up. I felt fine. I stood up. I felt fine. We continued our visit with this helpful and great couple for 30 more minutes. The whole time I felt sorry for them. Here they come to help and a piglet dies (likely a heart attack), I pass out, and right as they’re leaving Nick gets stung in the head by a bee.

They were very sweet though. Turn out he’s a retired police officer from Boston and she’s a scrub nurse. That explained why when we went into CPR neither of us had to say a word. We just did it. We are going to get another sow from them.

It was quite a day. Soon after they left Nick did too. I felt weird the rest of the day so we watched movies and ate pizza.

That’s a real-life peek into what it was like to castrate pigs. Homesteading can really keep you on your toes and doubt your ability to do a simple task. Homesteading alone is going to be one of the scariest things I’ve done in my life.

Are you out there doing some life alone? What is your advice? I’m both excited and petrified. I think that’s considered “normal” feelings. What do you think?

how to make sourdough

So,you want to learn how to make a sourdough starter?  Spoiler alert…it’s VERY easy.

Before I tell you how lets discuss why you should.

First, the health benefits are great.  Here is an article about sourdough benefits from Healthline.

In a nutshell the benefits are GREAT.  It seems that our ancestors continue to prove themselves correct in the way they did things.  We modern folks have tried over and over again to reinvent the wheel, yet we find ourselves getting back to our roots and going a more “artisan” and heritage path, no matter the convenience the new ways bring.

I decided to implement more fermented foods into our diet to heal our guts, help us absorb pre and probiotics, enjoy the flavor and save money.  That’s right.  Money is always tight here.  Making bread is a great way to save mullah.

Homemade bread just tastes better too.

Okay, we have briefly touched on why. Now let’s hit on the making of a sourdough starter.

All that you need to begin a sour dough starter is flour and water.

That’s it.

I used equal parts.  One cup flour and one cup water.

You can use any flour that you want.  Water needs to be filtered if you are using treated water from the city.  The reason for this is because the chlorine and chemicals do not allow for the bacteria and yeasts in your starter to form correctly.

You do not want to make or store a sourdough starter in plastic or metal.  Chemicals leech and reactions are not formed.  I picked this glass jar.

Day 1

1 cup flour, 1cup water, stir.  Cover with a towel to allow air flow. Let this set for 12-24 hours on the counter.

Day 2-5

Take out half the mix and again add 1 cup water and 1 cup flour, stir.  Let set 12-24 hours.

“Feeding” the starter refers to adding to the mix the flour and water.

By the third day you can start using the starter if you see lots of pretty bubbles.  After the fifth day you can either continue to let your starter set out, if you plan to use it often, or you can place an airtight lid on it and keep it in the frig.  Take care to “feed” your starter daily if if have it on the counter, and weekly if you have it in the frig.

After the starter is bubbly you have made a successful starter.  I choose to not discard any starter once it is established.  I drain off the yellowish liquid that floats to the surface and “feed” that starter equal parts water and flour.

I keep mine on the counter right now since I’m using it nearly everyday.  For a list of great recipes check out Farmhouse On Boone’s list.

For the bread above I used King Arthur Flour’s Bread Machine Sour Dough.  I have the Zojirushi Home Bakery Supreme. I have had this for almost 10 years. It is an amazing investment.  You can make breads, cakes ect. in it.  Before I had this bread a machine I made bread by hand kneading for six months. After I knew I was committed to making bread, I received the bread machine as a gift.

That’s all there is to making a starter.  It’s a simple way to feed your family a healthy heritage food.  I hope you decide to try it out for yourself.

Comment below and share what you do with your starter.

the farm restart

Moving back to the farm has been so great for this family. All the convenience and ease of life we sought moving into the city was a huge let down.  We are starting up our life again here.  The simple and quiet rhythm here is truly what our hearts long for.

The city was convenient, but here is restful.

The first order of business is preparing the garden for a bountiful crop.  Our garden has rested since the great hailstorm of 2014.

Five Years.

My soul is longing for black compost under my nails, dirt on my face and a famer’s tan.  The glorious smell of fresh cut basil and bees buzzing around and pollinating the food that will be set upon our table is the kind of therapy I thrive in.

I have in the most nerdy fashion been researching.  Some of my favorite resources for gardening are found at Charles Dowding’s No Dig Garden, Roots and Refuge, and MI Gardener.

I have realized through these videos that I have so much the learn about gardening. I think this year is the most researched and planned out growing seasons we’ve had.  I mean I am over-flowing with information and am eager to start putting to practice new-to-me principles.

There is something so exhilarating about the first little sprouts pushing through the dark soil and stretching for the sun.  Every time I witness this miracle of life I am in awe.

In addition to the garden in its beginnings, we just received our baby chicks!  This time around we ordered Easter Eggers and Welsummers from Meyer Hatchery.

They are all being loved on by this family.

Is there anything sweeter than a baby chick chirping and scratching and learning to forage?

Well, perhaps a tiny anything is the most adorable ever.

There are many more dreams and plans being made here. I can’t wait to share them with you.

What are you dreaming of?