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Sheep of the Week: Callum

I’m absolutely boggled by the fact that I seem to never have featured Callum as Sheep of the Week here on the blog before. In my opinion, he’s one of the most photogenic animals on the farm.

That doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s the most beautiful animals we have, or the most personable. For whatever reason, Callum has always been able to pose.

He’s an Icelandic sheep, Feenat’s lamb from Spring 2011, and he belongs to Erin.

Ever since he was little, though, he’s always walked right up the camera and stared.

It’s undoubted brave– and even un-sheeplike– behavior, and I wonder if he doesn’t have a touch of leadersheep in him.

Since Feenat is polled (naturally doesn’t have any horns) and his father, Cyo, had horns, Callum’s caught in the middle. I think that, were he not a wether, he’d have an impressive set. As it is, they’re growing in a little lopsided, and he’s broken them a few times.

 He’s just as big as Feenat is, now, and looks remarkably like her– same face, same fleece, same knobbly knees.

It’s just so funny to me that, nearly every time I go out to take pictures of the flock, I end up with a picture of Callum, staring me down:

Sheep Shadows

I love with the way Corvus and Canis look like shadows of Ara, their mom.

From when they were little lambs,

to now.

This Morning in Pictures

Finch

Wren

Callum

Not-So-Little Indigo

Feenat

Emma wanted to get personal, as usual

It is almost time to harvest our corn. The variety is called– what else?– Golden Bantam.

Sweet Aldrin

Cini

Diane

and Cordelia. I think they might be this year’s prettiest lambs.

Lewis

Perseus, in the foreground, and Boöetes, in the background. The fact that Perseus is about three shades lighter than Boöetes isn’t a trick of the light– it’s that his genes are half Cormo.

Little Gnocchi

Part of their training involves acclimatization. This pup could not care less about the goats he’s sharing the paddock with. That’s a good thing.

Lucy swings by for a visit.

Luna, our Great White Hope, is still doing fine.

Monroe

I tried all day to get a not-totally saturated photo of the July sock club yarn. It was first dyed yellow, then overdyed red, so the yarn appears to be glowing from within. It’s luminous and beautiful, and I think our lucky sock-clubbers will like it!

Tomatoworld

Yesterday morning, I went outside and picked 30 lbs of tomatoes.

Remember the last time we picked 30 lbs of tomatoes? Less than a week ago?

Just like last time, I brought them in to Zac. He ran them through all the food mill, made a sauce, let it reduce all day– I can’t even tell you how wonderful the house smells right now– and he’s canning it as I write.

Our tentative total for canned sauce is, thus far, 3 flats of 12 quart jars. That is to say, we have canned NINE GALLONS of tomato sauce.

Luckily, we’ve got some serious cookware:

And here is the grisly aftermath:

While Zac was boiling away, I was pruning the vines. Since all the heirloom varieties we’re growing are indeterminate– the few store-bought commercial plants were determinate, and have already crisped up and passed on to tomato-heaven– they require a little management every now and then.

Since indeterminate plants grow continually, throughout the season, we can expect to have tomatoes until mid-October (although, with as many as we’re getting, we might not want them in mid-October!). The vines will continue to grow taller, so all we have to do to keep them fruiting part at a manageable height is is lower the vine down to the ground. This ingenious method, used by commercial tomato growers, I learned about this past January during my marathon dreaming sessions with The New Organic Grower.

The two main objects of pruning are to maximize tomato production by giving each leaf enough room to photosynthesize as efficiently as possible, and to prevent disease by keeping leaves and fruit off the ground.

I honestly thought the job would take a few hours– the rest of the morning, at most. Friends, I was hauling mulch, ripping back and composting dead vines, and tying up all the stragglers until the sun went down. And although I am usually very prone to wax rhapsodic about that fantastic tomato-leaf smell– I’m always asking Zac if he couldn’t make me a Cream of Tomato-Leaf Soup– I was a little disgusted by it by the end.

I’m quite proud (I also woke up a little sore, and am in serious denial of the fact that there’s a whole other bed of tomatoes that needs the same treatment, and that I’d better get it done while the weather’s this cool).

Anyway, I bet you’ll never guess what inspired our sock club’s July installment.

ETA: I just realized that the title of this blog post (unintentionally, I promise!) refers to this book about the dark side of Tomatoes. In case you were wondering.

Curing Onions

Speaking of hot, dry weather– a few days ago, we harvested our onions. They’re Tropeana Lungas from Baker Creek, and they are wonderful.

While cooking with them the other day, Zac remarked that, in the same way homegrown garlic is fresher, stronger, and plain-old more than the store-bought kind, these onions are more pungent, sharper, and, when cooked, melt into a more powerful sweetness than others do.

I just love them because they’re beautiful. They bulbed up quite nicely over midsummer– it’s hard to believe that they were this small a month ago!– and, as soon as the really hot weather came and their tops started to fall over, we waited a few more weeks, until the outer layers of their skin began to dry out. That’s when we pulled them and set them out to cure.

 Curing onions– or any food, for that matter– is a process that ensures that the onions are thoroughly dried out, that they develop a tough, protective outer layer, and that they’re all ready to go into dry storage for the season ahead, and not rot.

Onions are partially cured in the field. After they’re harvested, they’re left out in the open sun for a day or two. After that, they’re left in a dry, sheltered place– we’re keeping them in our garage. We leave the tops on, both so that we can braid them later, but also to help wick extra moisture out of the onion, preventing rot.

They’ll hang out in the garage for at least two weeks, if not longer. Once the tops wither completely, we’ll braid the onions and hang them up next to our braids of garlic. These onions are so tasty– and we use so many aliums in the kitchen– that I’m certain they won’t even make it to winter. We’ll definitely grow more of this variety next year, and I’m certain a few others, too.

Saving Arugula Seeds

The past few days have been terribly hot and dry. It’s taken quite a toll on even the heat-loving plants in our garden– we’re making sure to give the corn, beans, and melons enough water to ensure that they can still stand up and set fruit.

The early-spring vegetables– the ones that are even less heat-tolerant, such as lettuce, peas, radishes, and arugula– gave up the ghost long ago. They turned bitter, sent up flower stalks, went to seed, and dried up to crispy brown husks and stems.

While cleaning out the garden beds and making room for more summer-loving plants, Zac wondered if he might be able to save the seeds from a few varieties (and, in so doing, save us a bit of money next spring).

When saving seed, it’s important to make sure that your seeds breed pure and true-to-type– that is, that they haven’t cross-pollinated with any other varieties. Vegetables that are in the same family often cross with one another– squashes with pumpkins, for example– as well as with wild varieties– like carrots do with Queen Anne’s Lace. A great place to look for more information on saving seeds is this website, or Seed to Seed, which is considered the definitive work on the subject.

Luckily, we only planted one variety of arugula.

The seed pods on the plant were so dry that they had already begun to shatter:

After cutting the plants off at the root, we threshed them– separated the seed from its husk, and from the rest of the plant. Since arugula lets go of its seeds rather easily, this step was pretty simple: bang the dried-out ends of the plants back and forth in a hard-walled bucket. We were left with a mixture of seeds and chaff in the bottom of the bucket.

 That all got put through a sieve:

  All that was left were thousands of the yellowish, peppery seeds (of course we tasted a few!):

We set them on a baking sheet to dry a little further– some of them still felt a bit green and tacky, and we want to make sure they’re all well-cured before we store them. We’ll definitely plant a patch of arugula this fall, once the weather cools down, and we’ll plant the other half of this seed this next spring.

Are you already thinking about next year’s garden? Do you save any seed from year to year?

 

Day of Freedom: A Chicken Update

Remember those little chicks we’ve been keeping in the coop?

We let them out!

They’re a peculiarly serious little gang.

They’re still sticking close to the coop, but they’ve been venturing further and further abroad.

I think the Black Australorp + Buff Cochin Alliance for Further Exploration of the Farm might be one for the history books.

Goat of the Week: Bertie

My vote for best goat?

In my mind, there’s no question. Bertie is the finest goat we’ve got. She’s personable without being pushy, dramatic without causing drama, and far outdoes our other dairy does with nearly a gallon of milk a day.

 She’s about three years older than the other does, so her udder’s much larger, and she’s a more patient milker, too– no wonder she’s far-and-away my (and Charlotte’s) favorite.

One month shy of a year ago, when she and Sam first came to the farm, Bertie was desperately in love. She followed Sam everywhere she went, and bleated in her hoarse, bleak whisper of a voice (her ghost baa, we call it) whenever she wandered out of her line of sight. Sam, who was younger, didn’t seem to care for Bertie one way or another. But Sam never missed a chance to boss her poor sweetheart around, either.

This is why I’m pretty glad she seems to have picked a more suitable inamorata– our La Mancha, Fib:

More word on this little love story as it develops. As last observed, Sam didn’t seem to be at all jealous.

She’s even a sweetheart to Fib’s kid, Camembert:

Bertie is an Anglo-Nubian, which means that she outweighs our other does considerably, and it a touch taller than them, too. Sometimes we call her Goat-on-Stilts.

I was just so excited to see that she was finally free from her unrequited love. Everyone– even an old dairy goat– deserves to be happy. Here’s to you, Bertie!

 

Animal Disapproval in Pictures

Sometimes it seems like the animals know something that I don’t.

Do you ever have the feeling that you’ve interrupted something terribly important?

Or that you’ve said something socially unacceptable?

Or maybe downright distasteful?

“We are not amused,” says Coconut.

Summer Cows: An Update and a Greek Lesson

We had a comment recently asking us how Luna, our expectant milk cow, was coming along. Since she and our two Christmas calves, Madison and Monroe, are nearly inseparable, I thought I’d let you know how the entire bovine family was doing.

Luna is about to break some kind of record, or, at the very least, redefine “long-awaited”– I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t driving us all a little crazy. It’s been a month since Dr. Grover came out and checked her out, so, any day now, Luna!

In other news, I figured out why I think Monroe is cuter– but also sillier-looking– than Madison.

It’s the polka dots on his nose.

Of course.

And Madison is growing like a weed into a right old βούπαις (this word, Boupais, is one of my favorite Greek words of all time. Bou, “cow,” when used as a prefix, can sort of slangily mean “large,” or “big.” So, when used in front of pais, “child,” or “boy,” it means, “a big ‘ole kid,” not the ultra-literal “cowboy.” In the same way, a “cow-hunger” isn’t a hankering for beef, but a hunger that’s particularly ravenous.)

Anyway, Madison is still a shade larger than Monroe, but smaller by far than Luna. They both tag along after her as though she were their mother, and she sticks close by them, too.

I’m really curious to see how they act towards the calf, and how Luna acts towards them after she’s calved. Cross your fingers for an easy delivery– and soon!