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NABLOPOMO – In Praise of Heritage Birds

Ridley Bonze turkeys - just like the old-fashioned turkeys your grandmother used to cook

Ridley Bonze turkeys – just like the old-fashioned turkeys your grandmother used to cook

Every day another order or two or three comes in for one of our Ridley Bronze turkeys. As we get closer to Christmas, the frequency goes up – which is lovely. [Thank you, if you are one of those people now on the list to receive a heritage bird in a couple of weeks.] Quite often people aren’t too familiar with the heritage birds, what makes them special, or quite what to expect. So here’s a quick tutorial…

We raise Ridley Bronze turkeys, a Canadian variety of bronze turkey that very nearly disappeared altogether a few years ago. Thanks to the efforts of a handful of breeders (Margaret Thomson of Windrush Farm on Saltspring Island being one of the most active), the number of breeding hens has crept back from the brink (at one point it was estimated that fewer than a hundred breeding hens were left!), though the breed is still considered to be under threat.

Unlike the broad breasted turkeys (both bronze and white varieties), the Ridley Bronze birds are able to mate naturally. In our flock, we are selecting for good mothering ability and hardiness as well as great taste. These birds are personable, intelligent, and gentle and seem to do well foraging for food in addition to the basic diet of organic feed, hay, softened alfalfa cubes, and a mix of fruits and vegetables, as available.

They do grow more slowly than their commercially bred cousins – it can take 30-40 weeks to get the birds to a decent size, which is why we do not produce many Thanksgiving birds. Those we do have available at that time of year are the late hatch birds from the previous year. These are grown out and then processed late the following spring or early the next summer after they have had a chance to lay some eggs and raise a clutch of poults. These birds are then processed and frozen and are made available for Thanksgiving. Even with the extra growing time, the largest of my birds don’t come close to the size reached by commercial broad-breasted whites. Christmas birds are hatched and raised in the same year and as long as we can get an appropriate processing date,we are able to provide fresh birds (not frozen) to local customers.

Young turkeys on the move...

Young turkeys on the move…

The distribution of dark meat is more even and there is less breast meat, proportionally, than in the broad-breasted birds. The Ridley Bronze turkeys have longer, leaner legs (they do a lot of running around during the time they spend here on the farm) and they are quite delicious.

Preparing them is a bit different – they cook quite evenly because of the way the meat is distributed. If you are looking for recipes, you’ll have the best luck using old cookbooks or recipes your grandmother used.

If you are curious about methods of cooking, here are a couple of links to recipes that feature heritage birds.

Bucks County Courier Times

Prairie Heritage Farm

It’s not too late to place your order for one of our heritage turkeys. Just click on the For Sale tab and follow the link to our nifty online order form. I’m afraid we can’t ship birds, so we can only help you out if you live on southern Vancouver Island (or if you are prepared to travel to our place to pick up your bird…)

NABLOPOMO – The Littlest Snowman

I was hustling down to the sheep field in the dark in search of a couple of stray ducks when I nearly stepped on this cute little fellow:

For scale, his eyes are about the size of raisins...

For scale, his eyes are about the size of raisins, his arms the size of matchsticks…

Perhaps six inches tall, his spindly little twig arms looked to be in desperate need of a sweater! (I know there are others out there who are suffering truly dreadful temperatures, but we are sitting at -4 C with 50 km/h winds so it feels quite a bit colder than that and, keep in mind, we are not used to such wintery weather!) Despite the cold, we didn’t get much snow which is probably why the neighbor’s children could only scrape together enough snow to make this adorable micro-snowman.

It did make me wonder about snowmen and their origins. Turns out the first illustration of a snowman was found in the margins of The Book of Hours dating back to 1380 [this, according to Wikipedia).

Bethel, Maine seems to be famous for its massive snowman – in 2008 they defended their World’s Largest Snowman title by building a 122 feet 1 inch snow-woman dubbed Olympia Snowe after the senior Republican US Senator representing Maine [again, thanks to Wikipedia for this nugget of snowy trivia].

HUGE snowperson in Maine.

I remember many nose-run-inducing sessions spent outside as a child (when I actually did live in legitimately cold parts of Canada – places like Banff, Calgary, and Fort McMurray…) building various snow people, snow forts, snow tunnels, and snow benches. But never (perhaps because of the abundance of snow available) did I ever think to construct such an adorable diminutive version of the species. It makes me want to go outside right now and build a little army of them marching up the side of the driveway.

Though, not enough to actually bundle up – again – and brave that nasty north wind. Instead, I’ll post a public thanks to the kids out there who don’t seem to mind grovelling around on the ground, rolling and pushing and shaping and moulding all that wet, white, cold stuff into delightful quasi-people for the rest of us to enjoy.

Here's the cheater version - no need for mittens, boots, snowsuits, shovels, or excessive nose-blowing. If you squat down and squint a bit, you could almost fool yourself into thinking there was an actual snowman out there...

Here’s the cheater version – no need for mittens, boots, snowsuits, shovels, or excessive nose-blowing. If you squat down and squint a bit, you could almost fool yourself into thinking there was an actual snowman out there…

Does anyone know if it’s possible to post photos into the comments? If so, please feel free to post photos of your friendly neighbourhood snow people. If not, then a link would be the next best thing! That way I won’t even have to go outside to enjoy their frosty faces!

NABLOPOMO – Oh, for more time to…

What do you wish you had more time to do each day? 

Now this is an interesting question, one that threatens to send me off in philosophical directions…

I lead a busy life. Nobody who knows me would ever argue about that. The farm keeps me pretty busy, I write at least one book a year, I work as a freelance publicist, review books, lead workshops, give school presentations, perform as a storyteller, do occasional radio appearances, and, most recently, have started recording audio books.

Sometimes, I just like to go out somewhere. This evening, Dad and I went to the Oak Bay Gallery Walk and stopped in at the Winchester Gallery. Jeff Molloy's exhibition A Simple Life officially opened tonight - I was delighted to see it was rich in agricultural content...

Sometimes, I just like to go out somewhere. This evening, Dad and I went to the Oak Bay Gallery Walk and stopped in at the Winchester Gallery. Jeff Molloy’s exhibition A Simple Life officially opened tonight – I was delighted to see it was rich in agricultural content…

Of course, there are certain tasks that need to be dealt with on a semi-regular basis – feeding the dogs, laundry, putting out the recycling, eating every two hours because I’m always ravenous…so you’d think that after all that there wouldn’t be a lot of time left over for hobbies.

And, you’d be right. Hobbies are exactly what I’d love to have more time for each day.

A number of years ago I made my first quilt. This first effort was entirely hand pieced, quilted, and finished - it is full of mistakes and has a bit of a random feel to it, but I don't think I could have made one that was much farmier... This first effort was entirely hand pieced, quilted, and finished – it is full of mistakes and has a bit of a random feel to it, but I don’t think I could have made one that was much farmier…

What most impresses me about this quilt is that I actually managed to get it finished, right down to adding a title and my initials! This has never happened again...

What most impresses me about this quilt is that I actually managed to get it finished, right down to adding a title and my initials! This has never happened since…

I have stacks of UFOs [unfinished objects] lurking around in various boxes and bins, piles of neatly cut triangles and rectangles and wedges and whatevers all waiting to be assembled into more quilt tops.

And quilts are not my only weakness. I love fiber (remember the cashmere goats?) and would love to knit something again. The last completed project in that genre was a super cute baby hat for my daughter. That would be the same daughter who is getting married next summer (oy!)

Spinning looks pretty cool – I have sheep, those sheep produce fleeces, and I would LOVE to make a pair of socks from start to finish!

And all those books – remember them? Even if I didn’t indulge in any of my other many passions, I could be reading from now until I tumble into my grave and be quite happy.

I enjoy going to plays, musical performances, and the ballet. Long hikes (like days long, requiring hiking boots and a backpack) are awesome! Travel of any kind, really, is something I’d love to do more of, but as you can imagine, getting away is, at the moment, somewhat tricky.

Photography, writing, sailing, baking, going to great restaurants, improving my driving skills [as in horsedrawn cart driving], designing and building my fancy treehouse/cob goat palace/gypsy vardo are all things I would happily do more of if only the days were longer! And dancing – and yoga – and making music – and being in a choir… sigh. Life is, seriously, too short. Because I didn’t even mention the garden, or seed-saving, or starting a co-op farm/farm school, or WOOFING my way around the world, or the fact I have always wanted to learn to weld.

I’ll stop there, not because I am at the end of my list of things I would do with a longer day but because this particular day is coming to an end. I write these blog entries at night after I’ve shoe-horned in as much as possible into my waking hours and at some point, I just have to turn off the lights and roll into bed.

What is strange, though, is that despite the fact there is always more I could be doing in any given day, I am rarely discontented [philosophical musing alert! I knew it would come to this!] I think that’s because whatever it is I happen to be doing – on the farm, in my writing work, or during those rare evenings when I actually do indulge myself and busy myself with a hobby, I am completely involved in whatever it is that’s right in front of me.

If I’m quilting, I’m not thinking about milking the goat. When I’m milking the goat I’m not fretting about getting the fence done around the new garlic bed. When I’m hiking up the hill hauling a cart full of water vessels because all my hoses are frozen, I’m not planning what I’ll write in an email to my editor.

Pond Freezing Over

Life is short, so plunge in with glee even when the water is chilly and you didn’t bring a towel.

Maybe it’s by allowing each moment in the day to be full and complete in itself that somehow it doesn’t bother me that it isn’t humanly possible to get to every item on my list before I croak. Maybe we have exactly the right number of moments each day and the trick is not to want to do more or something else but to enjoy each moment as it comes.

NABLOPOMO – Speed Blogging for Farmers – Sheep v Goats

Today’s NABLOPOMO challenge is to write the whole post in ten minutes.Perfect! I am running behind and only have a few minutes to get this done. So, how about a quick handy dandy guide to how to tell apart the sheep from the goats?

Goats and sheep are similar in many ways – cloven hooves at one end and a noise that sounds a bit like ‘maaaaahhhhh.’ Though, I think goats might be a bit more nasal and whiny than their sheepy cousins. You can milk both creatures, eat both creatures, and, if you have cashmere goats as we do, you can make sweaters from their winter coats, too (though, you use the shorn fleece from the sheep and the carefully combed out and collected under-fluff from the goats).

Lamb

Goats are more likely to climb over their fences to escape, sheep will get down on their knees and force their way under. Goats are the ones with beards and sheep are the ones with long, floppy tails. On most farms you won’t see those long tails because they are docked when the lambs are very young, but left unaltered, they are so long they nearly reach the ground. Goat tails are short and perky and tend to stand straight up.

At the nose end, the upper lips of goats are divided, whereas sheep lips are one continuous line. Goats tend to be browsers, nibbling on bushes, brambles, and bark (though they will certainly eat grass, too, particularly if there isn’t anything else). Sheep are grazers and will eat away at pasture until they reach bare ground. Rotating them onto fresh pasture before that happens gives the grass a chance to recover and helps reduce parasite loads (more on rotational grazing strategies on a day when I have more than ten minutes).

Goats make fantastic brush-clearers. Their favourite treats are prickly blackberries!

Goats make fantastic brush-clearers. Their favourite treats are prickly blackberries!

Goats would be the devious ones, pushy and greedy and quite fearless. Sheep tend to be more skittish, bunching together or fleeing wildly when threatened. My dogs, having been slammed into the side of the barn with a nasty head but once or twice after making faces at a goat are terrified of the caprines. The sheep, on the other hand, are terrified of the dogs.

Combing out the raw cashmere is one of the more tedious and time-consuming jobs to be done in the spring.

Combing out the raw cashmere is one of the more tedious and time-consuming jobs to be done in the spring.

Ding! Ding! Ding! My ten minutes are up!

No time to do the second part of the assignment (how do you feel about writing under such a tight deadline?). I’m breathing too hard and my fingers are quivering too much to type another word!

NABLOPOMO – Charging in for seconds! (and thirds… and fourths)

 A great flailing of gangly turkey wings and legs followed…

I don’t know why anyone thinks that calling someone a ‘bird brain’ is an insult. I have a lot of birds around (turkeys, ducks, chickens, and a cute little cockatiel up at the house) and I can tell you they know exactly which end is up.

Hen at Large

The farm birds range from a group of laying hens procured as pullets to fancy light Brahmas I raised here. We have a few spare roosters, a flock of fancy bantams, and some gorgeous Black Orpington hens. Our Muscovy ducks produce some lovely ducklings each year and the Ridley Bronze turkey flock is made up of a mix of those we grow out for holiday table birds and our breeding flock (the Ridley Bronze birds are a Canadian heritage breed that has been teetering on the edge of extinction for a number of years).

Most of the time, the birds do their own thing, roaming around hunting, pecking, posturing, and procreating. They never go far first thing in the morning because that’s when they get their major meal. Then, they scatter, scavenging lost morsels the hogs might have missed, making trouble in the hog water (if they are ducks), and sneaking off to lay eggs if they are chickens.

The turkeys have the worst case of wanderlust of all of them. They make their rounds to various neighbours (thank goodness the neighbours don’t mind too much!) and all over our property, gleefully hopping over fences and leaping from branch to branch in the trees. They know where the best bramble patches are (late, sweet blackberries are a favourite!), the plumpest seed heads on the tall grasses growing along the edges of the fields and ditches by the road, and have memorized every place where I might ever spill a few grains of feed on my rounds.

The ducks have also figured out what time the sheep get fed...

The ducks have also figured out what time the sheep get fed…

The turkeys are totally in synch with the hog feeding schedule.

The turkeys are totally in synch with the hog feeding schedule.

The ducks are particularly fond of the the manure mountain and pick through the recent deposits in search of red wigglers. The pile is full of worms turning it into rich compost, so the ducks have a field day feasting.

They also do a round of the areas of the vegetable garden I’ve opened up for them – they, along with a few of the chickens, are on weed-pulling and slug-annihilation detail. The ducks are also marvelous for trimming the grass paths between the beds, a task they eagerly look forward to each autumn.

Weed Patrol

No matter how busy they have been or what treats they have managed to find during the day, every free-ranging bird on the place knows when it’s three o’clock: time for seconds (thirds, and fourths)! I will head down the hill to do the afternoon hog feed and be met at the feed room door by a sea of bird beaks and beady eyes.  The turkeys and drakes are the pushiest, literally crashing over the stacks of feed buckets in their haste to beat me to the feed bin when I enter the barn.

Yesterday, a young Tom turkey launched himself into the air at the same moment I opened the lid of the plywood feed bin. A great flailing of gangly turkey wings and legs followed and there was much thrashing and indignant complaining (from both of us!) until I could haul the bird out of the bin and send him on his way.

The birds are such a menace, the only way to get them out from under foot is to throw a bit of feed down outside. As I was doing this today it occurred to me the birds have totally won this round of farmer vs livestock (why would I think otherwise? I’m still way behind in the game of ‘Put the Turkeys To Bed’). They have very efficiently trained me to start the hog and horse feeding rounds in the afternoon by tossing bonus grub to the birds!

Afternoon Tea

Doubt my word about bird intelligence? Watch this Ted talk about crows, the way they have adapted to life with humans, and their cool vending machine… Intelligence of Crows

Sigh. I don’t have a hope if my motley flocks start talking to their wild cousins.

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