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BABY’S FIRST DUST BATH

My first video! I put a saucer of dirt in with a bunch of my day old chicks to see what they would do. Here they are…just being chicks. I love that dirt bathing is hard wired - these chicks have never seen a grown hen, it’s just instinct.

Highlight of my weekend…it’s the little things (and these guys are tiny!)

Random Facts & Shit in my Head

  • I’ve worked about 6 minutes all day to day, and I don’t care - well maybe I do care since I mentioned it, Wahteves…I’ll make it up this weekend - I’m looking forward to designing unimpeded with bad television running on the background.* *Good TV is a distraction.

  • My friend Tom still eats fish every Friday even though he has not been remotely Catholic in any other way during the 20 years I’ve known him

  • I received a random message from a guy I don’t know on  FB just now reading - “You must not be working today — I’m on a bus!” Curious how the two are linked — even remotely.

  • I’m friends with the Mexican cleaning lady here — she’s awesome and smart and funny. Her name is Connie, but today when she bought eggs from me the name on her checks is Hilda. o_0?

  • People are still wishing me a Happy Birthday a week after the event, is that a FB thing I should be doing this as well? It just seems odd to me. Like giving EVERYONE in 1st grade a Valentine. Of course, these are the same people, so there is that…

  • I had a simple salad for lunch that was figs, arugula and shaved Parm, with prosciutto a little balsamic — it was absolutely delicious with balanced flavors and just the right amount of salt. Reminded me that things don’t need to be complicated to be great.

  • An asshole when given the opportunity to be a mensch or an asshole will often stay the course. I find that curious.

  • I posted some new work on my portfolio-ish site Qdesigninc and though it’s behind this site, and has like 12 followers - the point being that it’s a place to show my work if someone needs to see it, still I’m disappointed that no one comments or likes my work. Ego, schmego

  • So Wednesday, I was at home and Ideal Hatchery was running a “Get em’ while they last”! chick special - .95 cents for m/f crapshoot and $1.50 for females. I fell for it like a ton of bricks. 30 chicks arrived today. Booyah! BTW, I need new chicks like another flippin’ hole in my head. Like someone saying cute kittens, here take all 11 we’ll throw in a can of food — and going for it cuz, can of food!
FIVE FOR FRIDAY
You know when you wake up and think Friday, Woot! Let the weekend begin and there is joy in your heart and maybe the salt labels will be finished and won’t it be a great day?
Then the post office calls your cell to tell you the baby chicks have arrived but you don’t get the message as you don’t have cell service at your house and you are waiting for the house phone to ring, and when it doesn’t you call them…and give them an earful…
And you are that awful pissy customer on the phone and then have to mea culpa the post office worker with fresh eggs when you realize all your self-righteousness was bullshit? But the baby chicks are darling and all are okay so the day seems redeemable though now you are über late leaving for work?
And as you walk out the door a client calls and he’s going on vacation with the programmer for a job you are designing and the programmer who is a dick was being replaced but as the client will be on vacation with him, and doesn’t want to have a bad time so he keeps the programmer on board and now you have to deal with this pompous ass and his suck-ass attitude?
And on your way to the freeway there’s a delay as 30 firefighting trucks and all the emergency gear rigs + a couple of helicopters are blocking the canyon doing a dry run in full gear to prep for the eventuality of a real brush fire?
And while this is a good thing, it’s an inconvenient thing too?
So you get on the freeway finally and the police pull up behind you and flash their lights. And it’s that policeman from the movies with the goofy hat and the dark glasses who has had his sense of humor removed through his ass and you know you are sunk before he even gets out of the car even though you aren’t sure why he’s stopping you? And you are sunk plus he gives you a 20 minute lecture on the danger of driving fast?
But you arrive at work and at least there’s parking now as everyone has gone to lunch, and when you start up your computer you get a notice reminding you that you have lunch plans with an old friend in 10 minutes so you give up the great parking space to take off again…?
And when you return from lunch — which you were treated to as it was your birthday recently — and the day again looks redeemable even though you’ve barely started working, and then the client calls and fires you from the job as the programmer has found another designer and while you did quit the job back on Tuesday and were begged to stay on, now that you are being cut loos, it’s a pride thing and you feel like the loser you were as a kid all over again…
Yah, that. All of that with a cherry on top.
But when you get back to your desk - the salt labels have arrived and despite it all, damn they turned out well.
So, Friday - woot?! Sigh
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FIVE FOR FRIDAY

You know when you wake up and think Friday, Woot! Let the weekend begin and there is joy in your heart and maybe the salt labels will be finished and won’t it be a great day?

Then the post office calls your cell to tell you the baby chicks have arrived but you don’t get the message as you don’t have cell service at your house and you are waiting for the house phone to ring, and when it doesn’t you call them…and give them an earful…

And you are that awful pissy customer on the phone and then have to mea culpa the post office worker with fresh eggs when you realize all your self-righteousness was bullshit? But the baby chicks are darling and all are okay so the day seems redeemable though now you are über late leaving for work?

And as you walk out the door a client calls and he’s going on vacation with the programmer for a job you are designing and the programmer who is a dick was being replaced but as the client will be on vacation with him, and doesn’t want to have a bad time so he keeps the programmer on board and now you have to deal with this pompous ass and his suck-ass attitude?

And on your way to the freeway there’s a delay as 30 firefighting trucks and all the emergency gear rigs + a couple of helicopters are blocking the canyon doing a dry run in full gear to prep for the eventuality of a real brush fire?

And while this is a good thing, it’s an inconvenient thing too?

So you get on the freeway finally and the police pull up behind you and flash their lights. And it’s that policeman from the movies with the goofy hat and the dark glasses who has had his sense of humor removed through his ass and you know you are sunk before he even gets out of the car even though you aren’t sure why he’s stopping you? And you are sunk plus he gives you a 20 minute lecture on the danger of driving fast?

But you arrive at work and at least there’s parking now as everyone has gone to lunch, and when you start up your computer you get a notice reminding you that you have lunch plans with an old friend in 10 minutes so you give up the great parking space to take off again…?

And when you return from lunch — which you were treated to as it was your birthday recently — and the day again looks redeemable even though you’ve barely started working, and then the client calls and fires you from the job as the programmer has found another designer and while you did quit the job back on Tuesday and were begged to stay on, now that you are being cut loos, it’s a pride thing and you feel like the loser you were as a kid all over again…

Yah, that. All of that with a cherry on top.

But when you get back to your desk - the salt labels have arrived and despite it all, damn they turned out well.

So, Friday - woot?! Sigh

harvestheart:

Not many love Mondays, but these two might. This photo, by Yvonne Kippenberg, was a finalist in the Arizona Highways Photography Contest. Look for winners atwww.arizonahighways.com and on newsstands in mid-August.

HH:  These lovebirds are all over our neighborhood.  Once kept as pets in the area and now escaped into the wild again, they have thrived in the desert heat and amass along canals and other riptarian areas in the valley.

Nice shot!! The one on the right is a baby, the black on its beak will disappear and the colors will get darker as the bird matures.

I had no idea there were flocks of lovebirds living in the desert. I had two peach-faced lovebirds when I was in college. Damn, they were noisy. Beautiful and flighty and noisy.

I flew across the country with mine in a tiny carry-on cardboard box with a screened window. They were quiet until about Chicago, then trilled happily for the next two hours, while I drank heavily and ignored the dagger stares from the other passengers.

MODIFIED COQ AU VINliterally Rooster in wine
The French, man they know their way around tenderizing tough meat. This is terrific.
Organically raised roosters — no steroids, no crap food, no tiny cages, no saline injected into the meat. These bad boy lived with me so I know their life story intimately.
I had them butchered* and cleaned professionally. Rooster has to be rested and aged before eating or it will be very tough.
I cut them up first then brined them for 3 days in wine, herbs, cajun spices, olive oil and salt. Today I baked them in a modified Dutch Oven in wine, herbs, spices and olive oil. I skipped the heavy cream in the original recipe, but DAMN! Yum.
This dish? It’s something to crow about, and fall off the bone tender. Great flavor too.
I thought I would be squeamish, but instead I’m deeply grateful.
There are three roosters in this pot, anyone want to join me?
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*having the birds butchered was a very difficult decision to make as I raise my birds from chicks/eggs and interact with them daily. Sadly, too many roosters are hard on the hen flock. Unless the hen is willing, and sometimes they are, a rooster will grab a hen by the head and drag her down, then stand on her back grabbing onto her neck feathers with his beak and her back feathers with his claws while mating with her. When you have too many roosters - several will breed with her at the same time. The hens end up bald with featherless necks and backs. 
Roosters penned together can get along, but they can also turn on a dime and fight until they are both bloody. This happened recently here among two roosters who had lived together for 3 years in peace. 
In this case, a farmer hired me to incubate out a bunch of chicks for him last winter, he never came for them. I sold off some, but ended up keeping the rest including with a slew of roosters. I would not sell a rooster chick intentionally to an unsuspecting neighbor or local. There are people who do, but it’s a crappy thing to do.
I didn’t want the bird to go to waste.
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MODIFIED COQ AU VIN
literally Rooster in wine

The French, man they know their way around tenderizing tough meat. This is terrific.

Organically raised roosters — no steroids, no crap food, no tiny cages, no saline injected into the meat. These bad boy lived with me so I know their life story intimately.

I had them butchered* and cleaned professionally. Rooster has to be rested and aged before eating or it will be very tough.

I cut them up first then brined them for 3 days in wine, herbs, cajun spices, olive oil and salt. Today I baked them in a modified Dutch Oven in wine, herbs, spices and olive oil. I skipped the heavy cream in the original recipe, but DAMN! Yum.

This dish? It’s something to crow about, and fall off the bone tender. Great flavor too.

I thought I would be squeamish, but instead I’m deeply grateful.

There are three roosters in this pot, anyone want to join me?

—-

*having the birds butchered was a very difficult decision to make as I raise my birds from chicks/eggs and interact with them daily. Sadly, too many roosters are hard on the hen flock. Unless the hen is willing, and sometimes they are, a rooster will grab a hen by the head and drag her down, then stand on her back grabbing onto her neck feathers with his beak and her back feathers with his claws while mating with her. When you have too many roosters - several will breed with her at the same time. The hens end up bald with featherless necks and backs.

Roosters penned together can get along, but they can also turn on a dime and fight until they are both bloody. This happened recently here among two roosters who had lived together for 3 years in peace.

In this case, a farmer hired me to incubate out a bunch of chicks for him last winter, he never came for them. I sold off some, but ended up keeping the rest including with a slew of roosters. I would not sell a rooster chick intentionally to an unsuspecting neighbor or local. There are people who do, but it’s a crappy thing to do.

I didn’t want the bird to go to waste.

randomkeith asked:

No, not the Chicken song - but close "Rooster" by Alice in Chains

I have a moniker song that is cooler than I am. The Chicken Dance is likely a better choice, though I’ve always loved Rooster by Alice in Chains, so thank you. Ironically, I was eating rooster - the first I’ve ever had killed and cooked - which made it even more fitting.  By the way Rooster is delicious!! Thanks!

huffpostarts:

WATCH: Proves The Act Of Creating Can Be Just As Beautiful As Your Final Product

I used to throw pots not as well as this guy, but I saw this photoset and the sensory overload is amazing! I can feel the clay coming to center, smell the earthenware, feel the coolness of greenware in my hands, feel the tool pressing just right to cut away the excess clay (which is the consistency of chocolate). There’s also a zen quality to pottery that I have not found elsewhere.

I shattered a bone my finger which required surgery (a plate and six screws) and 6 month of physical therapy so I stopped.

Maybe it’s time to go back…I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.

Heartbreak on the hoof

That’s how farming was described to me. I raise poultry so I’m on the low-end of heartbreak, but still…

I woke up this morning to discover that my Barnevelder hen abandoned her chicks during the night, they died. Everything seemed fine last night, though I’d considered putting a heater in her pen just in case. I didn’t do it and now the are dead.

It’s one me.

RIP little ones.

Words I never thought I’d say…

Who Me? Oh, I’m just over here brining a few roosters…

Here’s what I’ve learned:

  1. Roosters don’t have a lot of fat on them like commercial hens do.
  2. Reportedly they are tough if they are not aged, brined, or slow cooked (until the meat falls off the bone).
  3. Had I known this I would have aged the other birds before adding them to the deep freeze. Ahh, who am I kidding I didn’t have room in the fridge for any more birds. And I was more than a little verklempt about the whole subject
  4. These birds anyway have very tight joints

I’m probably going overboard, but I did an 8-way cut, and now I’ve got three birds in a brine of in white wine, rosemary, herbs, bay leaves, garlic, some Cajun spices, kosher salt, pepper, a little palm sugar, some coconut aminos (soy sauce alternative), and olive oil. It smells divine!

Brining overnight or for a couple of days will give me a chance to figure out how I want to cook these guys.

The only saving grace by the way, is already knowing what a chicken looks / is built like and having worked with whole birds before. It makes it easier for me to distance myself from these being my birds.

Did I mention how much more peaceful and relaxed the farm is now?!

I thought I’d be more squeamish, but the reality is, I know that these birds were raised as cleanly and organically as possible. No hormones, no steroids, no-GMO feed. They were uncaged and had a pretty stress-free life. I don’t want to let them go to waste.

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