Chaos Reigns

It has been nuts around here. Every time I think we are getting into a rhythm of sorts, it goes haywire.

As I reported earlier, all the critters did admirably well while Ryan and I were gone on our weekend jaunt down to Florida. Then, Tuesday morning, Atlas decided that 4 months old would be a splendid time to go through a regression.

I went downstairs to feed everyone and let the Black Stars out of the coop, and Atlas was laying at the gate with our Red Star between his paws, mouthing at her feathers!

It's a rope! I promise!
It’s a rope! I promise!

It has been a week of correction, crating, and leash time interspersed with times of freedom thinking that all was going to be ok only to have him go back to chasing (and catching!) again. He seems to have decided that it is real fun to catch the “old guard” (Dominique or Red Star) as they come out of their tree roost in the morning. I even caught him stalking them as they started their descent while I was out in the yard one morning!!

Last night, Jerry and I decided to get them and put them in the coop for a week of coop training to get them to where they would roost indoors finally – in hopes that they would seem more “normal” to Atlas again.

That was great, but then I relented and let everyone out this morning. I couldn’t see making the Black Stars stay in all that time when they have been doing what they should. Instead, we limbed the tree that the old guard has been using so that it is a MUCH higher flight to get to the roosting branch.

It was kinda sad watching them pace and cluck at dusk tonight, but they eventually made the decision to sleep indoors (YAY!). The Dominique did make one valiant running leap/flight attempt to reach the limb, but she gave up shortly after that.

Then, it seems as though Atlas decided to try and be a herding dog. He laid quietly by the gate while all the coop entry shenanigans were taking place – up until it was the Dominique’s turn to finally go in, then he was stalking her almost like he was trying to round her up!

I’ll tell ya, I was pretty happy to close that coop door tonight! I am hoping that tomorrow night will be more natural for the old guard to go inside. Now, it is just a mystery what tomorrow will bring. I feel pretty certain I don’t have to worry about any Pyr feather plucking before I get down to the yard at least!

SO…. my question to the masses is… Are there any Great Pyrenees being used as Livestock Guardians that are only protecting chickens??? Does everyone out there also have goats/sheep/etc. to help keep the Pyr company? I’m wondering if Atlas is just lonely/bored. I’m not ready for goats, infrastructure-wise. I guess I could put my boys on shifts to occupy the dog during the day…

Until next time… Here are some pics from around the farm:

 

Farm Update. Including chicken adventures of a different sort…

If you’ve been wondering what we’ve been up to at Crack Of Dawn Farms,  you’re not alone. So are we 🙂
Lightning poses for the camera
Lightning poses for the camera

Seriously… it has been busy here lately. The critters got another weekend without me hovering as Jackson & Jerry took the helm for a few days while Ryan & I took a quick trip to Florida to see family and celebrate the life of a cousin who left this world way too soon. (Miss you, Krysta Kai!)

All the critters passed the weekend with flying colors, and rumor has it that some winter wood preparations happened as well. An upcoming post is in the works to introduce you to my lumberjack hubby and his activities at the farm.

For now, here are a few quick photos before you move on to the real adventures this week (keep reading after the gallery)!

The past two days have kept us next door at my mom’s (CoDF annex) doing my own version of winter prep: canning.

I have been trying to plan for and figure out when we were going to be able to do a batch of meat chickens,  but I just couldn’t figure out how to make it happen until next year. I had resigned myself to store-bought chicken for the next several months when I got a blessing text. Was able to get a quantity of chickens – plucked and cleaned, ready to cook/can/etc. Mom & I decided to split 20 birds.

I picked them up Wednesday morning at my friend’s house in Kentucky,  and as Thursday comes to a close,  we are almost done. The last canner batch of broth is processing,  and we only have some chunked meat left that we picked off of the bones after broth was made. We will freeze it tomorrow.

The canning wasn’t without excitement, lest you think that it is boring, ho-hum kinda stuff. You see chicken has to be pressure canned. That ups the stakes just a bit.

We had one jar failure yesterday, but tonight was a first for me. We had a jar lid pop completely off after we took the lid off the canner!! I am very particular about letting the canner come down to zero pressure on its own, rather than rushing it by rocking the weight. But, I realized tonight that I am not usually sitting around, tapping my toes, waiting for it to finish so I can start another batch. You see, we had eaten dinner while the canner processed, and then once it was done I turned the stove off as usual. We let it cool off and let its pressure out while we did dishes and such from dinner. We had ONE more canner load of broth to do, and we were ready for it to be done. Note: After 2 days of processing chicken, it’s time for it to be done… we REALLY enjoyed our beef/bison burgers that we had for supper tonight 🙂

Well, as soon as I saw it was at zero, I popped the weight off and took the lid off. The lids inside were doing a lot more popping than usual, which was weird. I just attributed it to not usually opening it that soon — I know it is normal for that to happen as they cool.

Well, Mom was near the stove, and all of a sudden, kerbang!!! I just knew one of the jars had exploded, and I was worried she had a face/arm full of glass. Fortunately, no. She did end up with some super-hot broth splashing on the back of her head, but the sound was actually of the lid and ring becoming projectiles – along with half the pint of broth! A nice mess all over the ceiling and floor, but everyone was safe.

Note the ceiling... slimed by chicken broth!
Note the ceiling… slimed by chicken broth!

A couple of lessons from this for you canners out there:

1. Let the canner sit a while even after it comes down to zero pressure. Take time to have another cup of coffee or something. The next batch can wait a few minutes.

2. Never lean over your canner when the jars are making funny noises. I am so thankful Mom wasn’t peering over into the canner – she could have had serious burns and possibly cuts/bruises on her face.

We laugh about it after the fact, but this stuff is no joke.

On the plus side, we have 32 pints of canned chicken and 21 pints plus 7 quarts of broth between us, and some miscellaneous legs and other frozen parts we saved for frying. We’ll be enjoying our chicken dinners this winter!!

Lots of work goes into this, but I promise you it is worth the effort!!
Lots of work goes into this, but I promise you it is worth the effort!!