What smells???

That's what Danielle was saying when Buddy ran back to us during an after dinner walk in our pastures. I had seen a skunk earlier in the day when I was disking our upper plot and figured he would move on after all the noise from the tractor. That was not the case and Buddy managed to find the skunk and get sprayed in the face in record time. When he ran back to us he plowed his head into the ground and started rolling around in the wet grass to try to get the smell off. We quickly rounded up the dogs -- not wanting Boo to suffer the same fate as Buddy -- and I ran back to the house and got my rifle. An impromptu skunk hunt commenced with the kids and I tracking and Danielle taking pictures.



Lucky for us skunks never seem to be in a hurry to get anywhere and thus we were able to find and dispatch the skunk without too much trouble. I was willing to let the skunk go about its business earlier in the day but we could not tolerate one taking up residence in our pasture, spraying our dogs, and preying on our chickens.



They are mean looking critters with sharp little teeth. Their aroma shall we call it is quite pungent. Since I work in chemical research I knew right away that the skunks spray was primarily thiol based. As it turns out there are three main classes of chemical compounds in a skunks spray thiols, thioacetates and alkaloids with the thiols being the most odoriferous of the three.Sam brought a shovel up from the barn and we buried the skunk out in the hedgerow where I shot it.





With that taken cared of it was now time to try to detoxify Buddy. We went with the old standby of using tomatoes. We did not have any tomato juice handy so we used a can of crushed tomatoes from the pantry. Buddy was actually fairly stoic through the process of me rubbing the tomatoes all over him then rinsing and shampooing him with normal pet shampoo. He has spent the last two nights in his kennel in the garage but is mostly fumigated now so we will probably allow him to sleep in the house tonight.

Busy Weekend on the Farm

It finally warmed up this weekend so we tried to make the most of it and pretty much worked dawn to dusk.

I replaced the rotten sheathing on the barn.



Started turning an old trailer into a mobile chicken coop.



The kids took turns helping me out, but also took advantage of the warm weather to have a water gun fight.





Some other things accomplished that do not have associated pictures.

• Hand forked the new berry patch
  
• Tilled up a portion of our new plot for onions
  
• Planted Bi-Color corn
  

All in all it was a great weekend, but one of the weekends that I am kind of happy to have end so I can go back to work and rest.

Ribs!

The picture above says it all. Danielle picked up the pork from the butchers on Wednesday and we have been eating it almost constantly. The kids tried some pork chops the night she brought everything home and liked them so much that Sam requested to have more on Friday night. This weekend my parents were down so I barbecued up a couple racks of ribs and we made some more chops. It was quite the feast. Emily my oldest has already requested that I barbecue up a pork shoulder for her birthday, the kids really love the pulled pork. Danielle is salt curing the bacons and hams and my only disappointment is that I will have to wait up to 6 months for the ham. I must say that all this good eating is making me forget how much trouble we had getting the pigs to the butcher.

Fields Plowed

The last two evenings after work I have plowed up two plots for crops. The larger, where the pigs were paddocked, will be planted with corn, beans, melons, pumpkins etc. The smaller plot is up at the top of our property where the potatoes and first round of corn are planted. I plowed up a wedge shaped area next to the original plot which we will use for transplanted berry plants. We hope to some day have a pick your own berry operation with strawberries, blackberries and raspberries. We already have all of these varieties in the kitchen garden and will be transplanting the suckers and daughter plants as they spread.

When Pigs Fly

Runt and Grunt, our Tamworth pigs have done a good job of rooting up and fertilizing our field over the last couple of months. They both put on a lot of weight and thus were ready to go to the butchers. The plan was to load them into the back of my pickup the night before their appointment (Easter Sunday) and drive them up the next morning. I built a ramp out of two 1/2 inch thick sheets of plywood with furring strips spaced every foot or so for traction. Danielle and I tried to coax them in with the slop bucket and after many failed attempts managed to get Grunt -- the bigger of the two -- into the back of the truck where he happily went about eating his dinner. We tried unsuccessfully to get Runt to join him then realizing that one was better than none decided to just take up Grunt and let Runt feed out for another couple of weeks. After we closed up the back of the truck and turned it on Grunt started to take exception to his location. He broke the latch that holds the cap window down and then proceeded to flop up onto the tailgate, teeter there for a moment and ungracefully flip out the back. He was quite the site in my rear view mirror. Luckily he was unhurt and was more than happy to return to his paddock.

My wife wakes me up the next morning to inform me that all before 6:30 AM she has called a livestock hauler that the butchers recommended and that he would be coming that morning for the pigs. The hauler shows up to our place at 9:15 AM. It takes the three of us at least a half hour to wrestle the pigs into his truck -- I am stiff and sore as I type this. And the biggest kicker is after calling the hauler at the last minute and him having to help us fight to get our free range pigs into the truck, all he wants to charge us is $15. I have to force him to accept $25 for his troubles and feel that I got off cheap.

So all in all the pigs make it up to the butchers and we should be able to pick up our fresh pork on Wednesday, and now I have a story to go with the expression When Pigs Fly.

Garden Tilling and Corn In

Spring is definitely moving on although we are still getting some cold snaps, and may even get some snow flurries later this week. We picked up a walk behind tiller this weekend and turned over the kitchen garden. Danielle had a bunch of seedlings in a makeshift cold frame which we needed to get into the ground. I am pleased with the way the garden soil is developing. It was much easier to work this year and all the organic matter from our composted kitchen scraps and chicken bedding that we worked in has really helped to break up the clay. Maybe in a couple more years we will be able to skip the tilling altogether.

After work on Tuesday (April 3^rd) Sam and I carted the tiller to the upper field, prepped the soil and put in some rows of corn. We had some White and Bi-Color super sweet left over from last year. Not sure how successful the germination will be on this seed but figured it was not going to do us any good sitting in the barn. If we do get some to grow from this planting it will be a nice early crop of corn. We are going to plant new seed down where the pigs have plowed and fertilized for us after they are shipped off to the butchers next week.