Raw milk, one of the things I’m blessed to have access to. I’m drinking a big glass of it as I write this. Like Joel Salatin says in this article, how is it that foods like Twinkies, Lucky Charms, and Coca-Cola are safe foods, but compost-grown tomatoes and raw milk are not? I’ve been drinking raw milk for over a year now and I have yet to get sick; eggs from my free range chickens sit in bowls on the counter top. They are never refrigerated. My tomatoes are grown in a garden loaded with rabbit, sheep, goat and yes, cat manure … soon they’ll be grown in pig manure as well. I am not a clean freak, far from it. My kitchen is usually a disaster area, yet, both Wally and I have remained perfectly healthy.
Good Morning America has been running a series on food safety and germs in your house, office, restaurants, etc. They run around with cotton synthetic cotton swabs picking up whatever microbes, bacteria and hee-bee-gee-bees they can find. What’s the answer? Wash your hands, use sanitizers, etc. Yesterday, the inspector told viewers how to clean up after having animal carcasses on your counter tops. Hmmmm, I wonder how many people watching GMA have actually had animal carcasses on their counter tops. What they have have had is bits and pieces of animals, all cleaned and neatly packaged, but not bloody hunks of actual animals (like what I have on my kitchen floor right now). Bloody hunks of venison that would normally be thrown away, but instead are feeding my dogs and cats.
I really do need to clean my kitchen today.
How many people watching GMA today even know how to clean a rabbit or a chicken, much less a deer or a cow? Instead they count on factory farms and USDA-inspected plants to process their meat into the saran-wrapped pieces of meat on foam plates. Don’t you hate those foam plates? What a waste! I love that most of our meat now comes in white paper freezer wrap.
I just got in from checking the sheep, Buster and Liath and running the dogs. The fields down below flooded! It was actually quite fun running through the giant puddles with the ATV. The dogs loved it! Everyone seems fine. I had to clean a lot of leaves and small branches off the ElectroNet and I expect I’ll have to do that several times today. I don’t think we’ll have torrential downpours all day today so I might see if I can get the dogs out and work them some today.
Today I finish the turkey soup and we’ll have that for supper tonight with a loaf of fresh beer bread. Looking forward to that!
When I told Wally that I needed him to help me get Petunia up to the poultry pasture before she drowned in the garden he ask me if I didn’t know that pigs could swim. Rotten man! He knew I went out and moved her myself. Petunia is happily rooting up the poultry pasture and the chickens and ducks are happily helping her. I worried about the possibility of Petunia killing a chicken. I asked both Rosemoon and Janice about the possibility of this happening and both said that it could, but I thought about it and decided to take a chance. It seems to me that it would be difficult for a pig to catch and kill a healthy chicken; that if pigs did indeed kill chickens, it would have been a slow, diseased chicken and the pig would have to be awfully hungry to run down and kill a chicken. My chickens are all healthy and Petunia is well fed. If she does kill a chicken, I hope it’s one of those blasted roosters that we will need to dispatch this weekend. We are going to use a killing cone this time. The people we got Split from are going to be killing a large group of chickens soon. I need to track them down and go up there to help/watch and possibly get the organs and chicken feet for the dogs.
As I write this, both Split and Fern are in runs. Split went into the poultry pasture when I went in to let the chickens and ducks out and got covered in mud so I decided to leave them both outside for now. Split is doing amazingly well in the house. She’s actually lying down and settling on her own. She was like the Energizer Bunny the first week and a half she was here. It’s good to see her settling. Her former caregivers wouldn’t recognize her as the same dog if they saw her last night.
Until later …