It appears what I saw in two goat kids was not tetanus but a copper deficiency which happened while they were in the womb.  I don’t know which bothers me more, I think the copper deficiency.  The mother of the most recent goat kid that got sick was really off right before she kidded and then for several weeks afterwards.  Her symptoms could very well have been due to a copper deficiency.  I had not been good about putting out minerals over the winter.  They have had access to them since I started milking  and the kids are eating them like they are candy.  I’m going to put the mineral bar back out for the milk goats this morning.

Sold three Creme kits to a local family yesterday.  I might sell a few more, but maybe not.  I want to get back into my heritage breeds.

Today is supposed to be beautiful with a high of 76 degrees.  Then the next couple of days are going to be very unsettled.  There is a 100 percent chance of rain in the form of thundershowers on Saturday.  Lovely.

Yesterday, I found a very interesting post yesterday written by a woman who raised side by side some Cornish X chicks and Barred Rock chicks.  Of particular interest, she writes “Now I’m starting to ask myself — do I want to eat these birds? They’re genetically predisposed to eat constantly and develop hypertension and heart disease. Of course, the industry didn’t want to develop a sick bird. They wanted to create one that gained weight really fast, so they could make money faster. The disease is a side effect of growth that outstrips anything nature ever intended. I understand why the Animal Welfare Approved program does not approve farms that raise the mutants. The act of raising these birds — regardless of what you do — is not humane.”

It’s rather interesting that all of these things are coming to light now that I’m doing essentially the same experiment.  I got notice of a lecture on cooking heritage breed chickens offered by Slow Food Charlotte on March 11.  I plan to go to it.  If I can cook them so that they taste good, Wally will eat them and if he eats them, he’ll support my growing them.  You see, the way to a man’s heart is truly through his stomach.

It seems that I’ve been entirely unproductive lately.  My days just get lost!  We HAVE TO GET THE LAST THREE RABBITS PROCESSED TONIGHT!  We’ve been putting it off and putting it off and putting it off.  I also need to make some more banana bread, but that may not happen today.  I have to get more seeds in the garden.  That will happen today.  I need to get another newsletter written for Rock House Farm, but I’ve been hitting up against a wall on that and need a little more direction from the owner.  Waiting on that.

Part of my research for that newsletter revealed the following interesting story:

The first chicken “factory” farm occurred quite by mistake in 1923.  Instead of the 50 chicks that she ordered, Celia Steele, a housewife in Oceanview, Delaware allegedly received 500 chicks.  She decided to experiment with housing them indoors through the winter.  Thanks to newly discovered feed supplements (primarily Vitamins A and D), the chicks survived.  She sold these birds as broilers for sixty-two cents a pound.  By 1927, the Steele farm had the capacity for 25,000 broilers. After 1935, the Steele family owned seven farms and could produce over 250,000 broilers!

Interesting, huh?

Need to go and milk.  Hopefully the goats will behave, as best as goats do behave and Gel does his job.  He’s been acting weird lately.  He probably has too much going on in his head these days, just like me.

Until later …