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Take the Urban Farm Challenge!

I dare you…. March is all about cheese-making – which is perfect as I’ve stockpiled enough goat milk to finally have a go at making feta! After the most excellent results with the farmhouse cheddar, I can’t wait to get going on this!

Patience

Patience needs to be the name of the first piglet born of our recently acquired herd of Large Black Hogs. Because I tell you, we are needing every ounce of the stuff we can muster! Cora, the sow we were told was due to farrow first, should have had her litter by now  even if we take the latest possible date she could have conceived. The gestation period for sows is 3 months, 3 weeks, and 3 days, but it’s not always completely obvious if a mating has been successful. Since the hogs’ arrival here, we’ve witnessed any number of unsuccessful couplings. Phillip is a big lad and if he isn’t lined up exactly right, or if the process begins while the hogs are pointing uphill, or if his chosen partner is a little off balance, things go wrong pretty fast. He gets rattled, embarrassed and frustrated and loses his temper. The sows sit down in protest. He squeals and grabs mouthfuls of hay, which he then throws around like a teenager having a tantrum. Of course, the hay toss might be some kind of courtship ritual, but the girls seem completely unimpressed by his antics…

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Night after night we have watched Cora sleep - which she does rather profoundly. And at length. When she should be GIVING BIRTH!!! No... I'm not grumpy. Really.

All of which is to say, it is possible that Cora is not actually pregnant. Which would be terribly disappointing. The next most likely candidate is Beth – who frolicked with Phil on Valentine’s Day. We are coming up to the end of what would be her 21 day heat cycle, if she didn’t conceive. If she starts making eyes at Phil this week, we might just start crying, though if she shows no interest in her amorous companion, we’ll hold our breaths and hope for the best. Farming and optimism – uneasy bedfellows.

It seems there are no easy ways to tell if a sow is pregnant. Ultrasounds are tricky – not always terribly accurate, require the sow to stand still, and locally, the only vet doing ultrasound preg checks needs the mother-to-be to come into the office as the ultrasound machine is not portable. Not very likely. It’s not like we can throw all 500 pounds of Cora in the back of the station wagon and pop into the office for a nice little visit. There is no reliable blood test (? how can this be?) and besides, though I can see we might be able to stick a needle in a sow’s ear once to draw blood, they are too smart to let us sneak up a second time. A head swing would send everyone flying and a good chomp could easily amputate a finger. Or an arm, really.

Hogs have been called ‘horizontal humans’ because their physiology is, in many ways, so similar to ours. If we can use swine insulin for diabetics and heart valves for human implants, then why not try using a home pregnancy test to see if the girls are pregnant?

Despite my best google efforts, I can’t find any reliable, scientific reference to using home preg tests on sows, though several other people seem to be asking the same question. Except in China, that is. There, a manufacturer sells ‘sow pregnancy tests’ for hog producers to maximize their efficiency. Clicking on the product image reveals an item that looks suspiciously like one of the human pregnancy test kits I just ordered in bulk from a medical supplier here in Canada. There’s no way testing the sows was going to be in any way economical by purchasing said kits one at a time from the drugstore. The savings by buying in bulk were astonishing – 12.99 on sale for the store brand – or 25 for 9.99 in bulk online.

Of course, having a stockpile of pregnancy tests in no way means we will instantly have our ‘is she or isn’t she’ questions answered. I spent altogether too long yesterday strolling around nonchalantly within arm’s reach of Cora’s nether regions holding an empty cup. Despite mustering my diminishing supply of patience, I finally had to give up, long before my cup came close to running over.

Stay tuned. We have not reached the end of this chapter in our lives as hog breeders. Would be hog breeders.

Why Everyone Should Own Chickens

Ok… I’m listening! Our hens are arriving next weekend!

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Here’s a list of 10 Reasons why you should Own Chickens

  1. Fresh Eggs daily – Much better than store bought eggs. The egg white alone is about 33% more and it’s less expensive.
  2. Chickens have great personalities – Our favorite pastime is sit in the back garden with a couple of cold beers and watch the chickens (they look like miniature robots).
  3. Help out with the compost pile – Chicken poo is too hot (high in nitrogen to place directly onto growing plants) but it works wonder on your compost pile.
  4. They are very low maintenance – Easier than a cat or dog to maintain. Just top of their food and water them, clean the cage once in a while and collect eggs.
  5. You are One step closer to sustainable living – it feels good to have chickens, like you’re a real farmer
  6. Household leftovers are food for chickens…

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Hoogle What?

There are many reasons to like the idea of creating raised garden beds right over the top of piles of brush wood and old logs. One is that I really don’t like burn piles – it seems so wasteful to send all that good organic matter up in smoke. On the other hand, the sound of chippers and chainsaws is exceedingly unpleasant and not at all in keeping with my preferred aural backdrop of twittering birds and gentle breezes sighing through the trees.

Typical collection of branches and twigs.

Raw material for Hugelkultur.

Hugelkultur is a German term for a permaculture technique where you pile up stacks of brush and then add soil over the top. Here’s a good description (with pictures) describing various ways to do this. 

I‘m experimenting with this technique in combination with some lasagna gardening over top of the area where the pigs moved through and turned everything over for me. My friend Chloe (permaculturist, gardener, and soil scientist) did some snazzy site sketches showing the contour lines of the new garden area and also the various seasonal springs and directions of water flow across the hill.

Brush and used duck bedding for the bottom layer... It's chilly today and Pippi is less than impressed.

Armed with this information, I rotated my beds 90 degrees so they more or less run along the contour lines. The theory is that the biomass created by all those logs and sticks and shavings and duck poop and hay and pony manure and straw and goat droppings creates a kind of sponge underneath the more fertile layer piled on top. If this works as I hope it will, this should slow the runoff from the hill and create a kind of reservoir under each bed. As the sticks and logs break down, they create air pockets, space for roots, and lots of room for creatures to get to work composting and decomposing. A bonus of the process is that during the first couple of years when the composting process is most vigorous, the beds stay just a tad warmer and extend the growing season.

What’s not to like about this system? I figure that if it looks terrible and nothing grows, I can just retrofit the area with raised beds built as I have built them in the past. I’m not going quite as steep or as deep as some of the examples I’ve seen, but my guess is this is still a better way to deal with the gazillion sticks, twigs, branches, and logs that otherwise are destined for a smoky demise.

Yoga and Chickens at Bardwell Farm

Who knew that yoga and chickens made such good snow buddies? That comment might not make much sense, but it will after you check out the great series of photos over at ‘Consider Bardwell Farm.’

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A couple of posts ago we said that our chickens can be timid and flighty during the daylight hours. It took the warmth of our kidding intern, Noah, to melt the heart of one of our Buff Orpingtons.

               

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