True costs

A few years ago I had some enquiries from people wanting to buy any excess eggs of ours.

Our hens have a half acre all to themselves, fully fenced from predators, with 3 coops, and about 8 permanent nest boxes, although they like to make up their own in odd places! Where they live I have planted an orchard, and they can sit and dust themselves under the trees and eat any fallen fruit and bugs.

We had seven hens back then, all heritage breeds laying interestingly coloured large eggs.

I did a rough calculation in my head (when they were laying well) and guessed the eggs cost about $3.50 per dozen, so sold them at  $5 per dozen, and soon I had far more orders than I could fill!

At the time proper free range eggs cost $14.95 per dozen at the supermarket.

So the next season when I went to pick up some chicks for a broody, I chose far more than I needed, 10 I think. And for some reason I picked 9 hens and one cockeral! Then someone gave us four more young hens they couldn't keep. Then one hen wouldn't stop being broody so I just bought her six eggs to sit on, and 4 of those were hens.

So we ended up with twenty four hens, which really we didn't need.

Never mind I thought, we'll just sell the extra eggs and that might cover the feed bill. Sounded good, good for me, good for purchasers.

However, things didn't go to plan.

It turns out people really don't like paying for things. Some were always really good, and wouldn't even consider not paying - as I thought most would be.

I had two regular 'forgetters' of their money. That's ok I thought, next time, but they ended up only contributing to at the most half of what they took.

I had all sorts of funny reasons why people shouldn't pay too.

"But I have hens" was the weirdest!

"But I come out to see you" was insulting.

"I can't be bothered to find where my hens are laying" 

"its just easier to get eggs from you"

"I lent you something once"

"I've just given you a few egg boxes"

After a while I became tired of the excuses, and insisted on payment at the time. I had all sorts of guilt remarks, such as I've had to take this money out of my daughter's money box for you, I only have a twenty dollar note - that's ok! I have change.

Eventually they stopped comming, and I felt a bit easier about the whole thing.

Then I went through the number of eggs laid and the feed cost bill.

What a shock!

Being old breeds, they don't lay every day, and they have a break for moulting, and a break in the winter, all this time they still need to eat. Also to rear a hen from a chick to laying costs feed for more than six months. Some weeks in the high summer or winter I would only get 1 egg a day, and still put out $5 of feed.

So I finally admitted to myself that my eggs were costing me a massive $12.30 per dozen over a year.

That's not counting petrol etc to fetch the feed, and time.

I felt dreadful, and so foolish. All that money wasted! All the time I spent trying to explain to people that they should pay, as the eggs don't just materialise in my fridge by magic.

All the feelings of hurt and emptiness I had when people took from us, and never contributed. 

I realised these people were using me, they weren't my friends - they certainly stopped visiting when they weren't handed eggs as they left.

Every one wants good food. Some people want free food. But the price of high quality food is far more than battery laid eggs are. I have no idea how they charge so little for them. I suppose when you are buying feed by the tonne you might get a better price, but not from the feed store as I do it.

Now I am back to 10 hens, we get 5 - 8 eggs per day at the moment, and I have 2 two year olds who will soon become dinner. I don't feel bad eating them. They have had the best life on our farm for a long time, and I am so grateful to them. Chicken is an absolute treat for us, and a rare one at that. The chicken in the shops is just an eight week old chick, which can't have had much life in comparison.

I'm happy again. I love my hens, I love their beautiful eggs, and the way they nourish our family. Every egg has been given so much love and care to be produced, and they are the best eggs I have ever seen or tasted.

I guess I wanted to share how wonderful they were a while ago.

I felt a bit guilty not sharing them!

Now I don't feel selfish anymore. 

I'm glad I've learned from that time.

Walk at Moon rise

There was a full moon this evening. 

I went with Floss for a walk around the farm to check on the bulls as I hadn't seen them around today. They were fine, resting by the brook, enjoying the cooler evening air.

Even walking at that time I was very hot.

As I walked past the bulls I heard a little sneeze, followed by some rustling in the dry grass, then some crunching and another tiny sneeze. It was a young hedgehog!

Apparently here I'm supposed to kill them, as they eat kiwi eggs, but there haven't been any kiwi around anywhere near here for generations thanks mainly to more aggressive predators such as wild cats, dogs and stoats and weasels. And I think there was some concern at one point about TB, but we are in a TB free area, and all our cows are tested. I just keep quiet, and feel really honoured to see a hedgehog! In fact I rejoice when I see one, and like tonight hear one crunching on snails or crickets or grass grubs and beetles that destroy the fields.

I'm so pleased to know they are doing such a good job!

I managed to catch a photo of the surprised looking hedgehog...

Bye for now!

Bees on the farm

We run our little farm a bit differently to most. We are, due to lack of money, organic, although I really need to get rid of the crazy weeds.

We also practice conservation grazing. So we don't intensively graze the grass down to soil the move the cows on. We have very few animals in a huge field, and they are free to roam around eating the forage. Effectively it means the herbs and grasses always have time to flower and go to seed, then I move the cows on to the next space, thus giving the grazed area lots of time to recover, grow and flower again.

It's interesting to see how the cows graze too. They love the lush leaves of the grass, but even more they love the flowers of the grass and developing seed heads. Usually we are told if a grass has gone to flower the grass is wasted, our cows disagree!

Also I think it depends on the breed of cattle. The high production dairy cow probably has a specific requirement, but our ancient Red Devons are perfect for this type of grazing, and get very fat on it!

Anyhow, back to bees, we always have lots of bees on our place, honeybees from nearby hives, and wonderful bumblers!

Also I thought we had Mason bees, but they are Mason or Potter wasps instead that paralyse and collect spiders for their young not pollen. I find them quite macabre. Mason bees haven't been imported here.

The bumble bees were imported at the end of the 1800s to pollenate the clover, which no native insect could do.
We have lots of bumble bees. Every year a new young queen makes a small nest in a hole in the ground or similar, then lays some worker eggs and collects pollen for them, and makes a tiny bit of honey. When they are old enough they do the foraging for her, and shee just lays eggs. At the end of the season the old queen lays future queen eggs and some male eggs. They hatch and mate, and overwinter in a burrow of their own and so it starts again after they wake up from winter hibernation.
I like it when I see baby bumble bees.
I think our system of farming suits them well, and in turn they pollinate our clover and my orchard!

I love bees. 

Round the farm

I had a quick break from flooring today to appreciate the wonderful fruits on the young trees I planted a couple of years ago.

This pear tree seems to have ripened first.

It is a Jargonelle tree, which I found quite by accident at a garden centre in the bargain area. It was quite old to be stuck in its black bag pot, but I liked the shape and the look of it.

The first recording of this tree was in a scottish monastary in 1649 or something. So to have made its way from France up to Scotland it must be much older.

It has a crazy mind of its own about growing, and we had no flowers or fruit last year. But this year we have been blessed with a beautiful crop of small yet perfectly formed little pears...

I was going to make perry with them, but all my kit is in the container and so I shall just have to eat them this year!

They are superbly flavoured, with a slightly crisp, juicy flesh, and none of the grittyness that sometimes I don't like in pears.

Tinsel to keep the pesky birds away.

This is a picture of the bramley tree, and they are growing nicely, but didn't fall when I shook the tree, so I'll have to wait a bit longer.

Then there is this little tree, a Kingston Black. Lots of small fruit, like baubles all over it. This should be a good cider tree, and I will have to find my cider makng kit for this one, as the apples are too sour for eating.

And I was joined by some little friends in the orchard. The grass is so long that I loose them sometimes. The geese were supposed to eat the grass, but they can't keep up.

Humid day on the Farm

Wow, such a humid day today.

Yeaterday and last night we had very heavy and much needed rain. The drive has suffered though. I took Floss down to get the post this morning and to turn on the water pump and what a mess! Deep grooves in the drive.

I'm carrying on with Edward's jumper today. It feels good to be back knitting.

Since we moved here almost four years ago, I really haven't felt myself. All the renovations, the clutter, and having to make do whilst always wondering if we'll have money to finish it has been hard.
But I really do feel we are making progress. The floor is going down slowly.

Shoving our stuff into the container on the drive has helped clear my mind too. And having heard about Marie Kondo, and her methods I am so pleased to have found a method to guilt freely chuck loads of rubbish out!

And I'm back knitting! Hurray!!

I've felt guilty about wasting time knitting before, but I think I have turned a corner and can carry on now!

So I'm over the belly zone now.
Its a coloured romney hoget fleece I bought unwashed, and washed carderd and spun it up.

I love the way the colours change as I knit it up...