For Christmas dinner we had duck prepared three different ways by the guys, roasted vegetables and escarole salad. Every bit of the food except the olive oil, butter and the herbes de provence (that we brought back from Europe) were from the farm.
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Friday, December 26, 2008
Christmas 2008
My brother and sister and their families traveled long distances to come be together here for the holidays. It has been so wonderful to be with them. My sister is five months pregnant and has the cutest "bump" ever.
For Christmas dinner we had duck prepared three different ways by the guys, roasted vegetables and escarole salad. Every bit of the food except the olive oil, butter and the herbes de provence (that we brought back from Europe) were from the farm.

The most exciting part has of course been seeing Zoe - now fifteen months old and an incredibly sweet and happy little girl.
Being pulled in the cooler wagon by her cousins paiges and being fed peas by her Aunt lady in waiting.
The lady in waiting, and princess Zoe's mum found time to also make two beautiful pies. I am so loving the visiting pie makers of this winter. Who's next?
For Christmas dinner we had duck prepared three different ways by the guys, roasted vegetables and escarole salad. Every bit of the food except the olive oil, butter and the herbes de provence (that we brought back from Europe) were from the farm.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Turkey, ducks and the friends who helped us eat them.
I'm a changed omnivore. After eating one of Gillen's turkeys and two of his ducks for Thanksgiving dinner, I now intend to only meat occasionally, and only from our farm or from farmers we know.
I didn't even take part in the duck and turkey slaughter. I just watched a few minutes of the plucking and some of the guts removal (which I also smelled) and I saw the pictures that our adventurous, young, wise, vegetarian friend Persephone bravely took of the event. I took the clean path of Japanese dinner preparation in my newly orderly kitchen. But something shifted inside of me. Maybe it was having known this dinner as ducklings and poults, or maybe it was that smell. Or maybe I have just woken up to just how much we gloss over the slaughter of the animals we eat by wrapping it all up in cellophane and placing it in massive, even stacks in grocer's coolers. In Europe, the feet and heads are left attached. I like that.
As Persephone's boyfriend, meat-eating Chopper, said this week - if we had to go through this process every time I think we would eat meat only on special occasions. That's my new plan. We'll see how the family adapts.
I'm not out to recruit anyone to this way of thinking. So I'll show only appetizing pictures of the birds and none of the main event. Just these:
Those ducks that were not facing their last day at our farm were chased away from the scene of the slaughter by Gillen and his friend Aaron.
Chopper helped Nicolas with every step, including thanking the birds.
Washing them after they have been de-gutted.
Chopper fried the turkey outside so that we would have room in the oven for the many gourmet sides that Persephone helped me prepare and for the two ducks:
Almost the entire meal was local, including green beans I'd frozen this summer, sweet potatoes, yukon gold potatoes, escarole, radichio, raw milk and cheese. Next year, maybe we can use all local ingredients.
The exceptions were the pumpkin, cherry and pecan pies. Will you look at Persephone's pies:
Look what that girl can do with pastry.
And they tasted as good as they looked.
She also spent hours helping me prepare a Japanese dinner while the guys finished plucking and gutting the birds. I had to prepare Japanese for the joy of using all of my Japanese plates, bowls, sake cups and of course, these:
Persephone worked so hard that when I prepared local beef (this is pre-Thanksgiving revelations) one day, the smell drove her to eat half a burger, for the first time in decades:
And Chopper also got to act out of character, playing wii and W.O.W. for the first time and spending hours on the trampoline, rediscovering his boyhood, and a B-B gun (they're aiming at coconuts on the compost pile) with Gillen and Jesse:
What a week. It was full and deep.
Another highlight was going to see Manheim Steamroller with some of our favorite unschooling friends, at the Fox Theater. Gillen and Jesse loved it. Jesse was inspired by it to want to play the violin. I admit, I wish it had been the keyboard. I now officially have some spirit and we are very ready for my Montana and Australian family to arrive.
I didn't even take part in the duck and turkey slaughter. I just watched a few minutes of the plucking and some of the guts removal (which I also smelled) and I saw the pictures that our adventurous, young, wise, vegetarian friend Persephone bravely took of the event. I took the clean path of Japanese dinner preparation in my newly orderly kitchen. But something shifted inside of me. Maybe it was having known this dinner as ducklings and poults, or maybe it was that smell. Or maybe I have just woken up to just how much we gloss over the slaughter of the animals we eat by wrapping it all up in cellophane and placing it in massive, even stacks in grocer's coolers. In Europe, the feet and heads are left attached. I like that.
As Persephone's boyfriend, meat-eating Chopper, said this week - if we had to go through this process every time I think we would eat meat only on special occasions. That's my new plan. We'll see how the family adapts.
I'm not out to recruit anyone to this way of thinking. So I'll show only appetizing pictures of the birds and none of the main event. Just these:
The exceptions were the pumpkin, cherry and pecan pies. Will you look at Persephone's pies:
Another highlight was going to see Manheim Steamroller with some of our favorite unschooling friends, at the Fox Theater. Gillen and Jesse loved it. Jesse was inspired by it to want to play the violin. I admit, I wish it had been the keyboard. I now officially have some spirit and we are very ready for my Montana and Australian family to arrive.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Farm Day
Gillen fed all of his birds very quickly with the help of his new bike.
Yet another duck meeting was held on top of the compost. Maybe they need the high lookout point to plot their escape. Of course, these males don't fly. It is so much fun to watch them try. The females could easily escape if we were watching the males attempting flying maneuvers. Maybe that's the plan!
The presently unoccupied beautiful dwelling that was built for brooding hens:
Real estate is on my mind. We are deliberating about flying the home (not farm) coop ourselves to nearby land where we'd expand the farming. Big decisions...
Regardless of where any new fields and hearths may soon be laid, the maintenance continues on the steadfast stand-bys. The farmers took off the old hoop house plastic today to replace it, for the first time in six years. Nicolas is hoping to pass all of that plastic on to carpenters or to a construction crew.
We're staying grounded and cautiously looking up, trying to make sense of the possibilities.
Regardless of where any new fields and hearths may soon be laid, the maintenance continues on the steadfast stand-bys. The farmers took off the old hoop house plastic today to replace it, for the first time in six years. Nicolas is hoping to pass all of that plastic on to carpenters or to a construction crew.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The Muscovy Ducklings
Monday, July 07, 2008
Monday Farm Photos
There are Calliope:
I thought that today marked the temporary closing of what has been the poult nursery on our side porch. The surviving poult, Invincible, is finally old enough to move to the farm today. But when we got to the farm we learned that three more poults had successfully hatched under an unsuspecting chicken, so the sound of baby poults will continue to fill our days. I truly am happy for Gillen that his turkey business seems to be making it after all.
We got to see all of the baby ducklings together under their tree.
Here are the winners:
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Moday's Farm Photos
Seven more ducklings! This momma, Jet, is just as protective as Mae Belle. She has had her babes hidden under a short table in the greenhouse. We got lucky yesterday and got to see them following her back there after a trip to the water.

It was the annual Camp Kingfisher farm day, when a group of 13-14 year old campers come from their nature camp, an hour away, for a day of work at the farm. Nicolas gets a gift certificate for a canoe ride for all of us on the Chattahoochee River. Gillen loved working with them yesterday.
The weather has been so mild this week. It was painless being outside, even in the middle of the day. Jesse had no interest in farming but very much wanted to be with me. We spent a few hours together in our farm's small fig tree grove - reading, writing, talking, getting bitten by ants and finding blackberries:

Dancing around the fig tree:
Practicing the ancient art of moving flower petals with crossed eyes:
Monday, June 23, 2008
Monday Farm Photos
The Muscovy ducklings have hatched! We are so excited. There are six of them. It was hard to get a good look at them due to the very protective parents - Green Tea and Mae Belle. They kept moving them into the protective cover of a Leyland Cypress tree.
Aren't they the sweetest, fluffiest creatures ever? 


If Jesse hadn't (justifiably) insisted on getting on with our day, I would probably still be there, sneaking under the branches for a peek.
Gillen was very Huck Finn/farmboy this morning. Jesse wasn't. I like this picture that shows their different moods that moment.
I confess - part of what I like is that they both saw it and decided that they want a hair trim. That never happens!
All this writing and research about bees had me noticing the pollinators:


If Jesse hadn't (justifiably) insisted on getting on with our day, I would probably still be there, sneaking under the branches for a peek.
Gillen was very Huck Finn/farmboy this morning. Jesse wasn't. I like this picture that shows their different moods that moment.
All this writing and research about bees had me noticing the pollinators:
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