Herbal Cold Remedy

Despite our efforts, the "crud" has hit our house! Thankfully it is not in the form of the flu, but lovely upper respiratory infections.  It began with the kiddos, now Momma has it. Time to bust out the herbs and make my favorite cold remedy. The herbs I use are in dried form and are my "go-to" for this type of occasion.

Here is my list of 
favorites:

Mullein, Horehound, Oregano, Rose hips, Slippery Elm, Chamomile

 (* Please note: I am not a master herbalist, but I have had some training in herbs.  Always educate yourself on the type of herbs and their properties before using.*)

What makes these great for a cold? Here is why I use them:

Mullein: This herb is a natural Expectorant. Gets the phelgm thin and able for the body to remove.

Horehound: Old time cure for upper respitory infections, bronconitis, also aids as expectorant.

Oregano: My favorite anti-viral herb. I use it dried, in oil form, and in cooking.

Slippery Elm: Helps soothe the itchy throat, gets things moving out, if you know what I mean.

Rose Hips: Big time Vitamin C, love this herb.

Chamomile: Aids in relaxation and sleep aid.

What I do with these herbs is mix them and either put them into a cheesecloth or use a teabag. I put all the herbs into a glass jar and add boiling water. Making a Infusion. I allow it to steep for about 20 minutes or so.

After I have my infusion done,  I use a strainer over my mug and pour the liquid through it. No matter what I do, I always have bits of herbs floating and no one wants to walk around with bits of herbs stuck in between their teeth.

My next step is to add honey and fresh lemon into the tea. For this batch I did add a bit of fresh Ginger root to settle my stomach from all the drainage. Sorry that is gross but true.

Besides making my herbal tea, I really bulk up on cooking and eating garlic, Cayenne pepper, Onion, and pushing vitamin C. All three of these things help with fighting viral infections and boost immunity.

Luna, the mad skilled Olive Egger!

Today has been a busy day for sure. Laundry, cleaning the house ya know the normal. The last few days my girls are giving me eggs at different times. So about 30 minutes ago I stopped out to the coop to feed them dinner and do an egg check. This is what I found...

 IT IS NOT A JOKE! I AM DEAD SERIOUS!!!!

 

I am at a major loss for words here. I mean I completely floored! Have you ever had something like this happen to you? Now, here is the thing. It is not uncommon to put plastic eggs in the nest boxes to encourage new layers to lay. I noticed yesterday that the plastic egg was opened and made a mental note that I needed to remove them. The "Ladies" pretty much got it down now.

But this? The only thing I can think of is that Miss Luna dropped her egg right at the perfect angle. What else could it be? I knew that having chickens would be fun, but I never thought it would completely leave me amazed! My Luna has "mad skills."

Cupid's Arrows

Ha! Valentine card for both kids to hand out, DONE! Card Boxes made and decorated, DONE! Now for the "goodies!" I saw this idea in a magazine a few years back. I think it may have been Family Fun. The original idea was to use those cherry flavored jelly hearts. But I am a sucker for cute stuff, and these heart-shaped marshmallows just screamed cute!

These were fast and easy to make. Here is what you need.

Cupid's Arrows

A bag of stick pretzels

Heart-shaped marshmallows

Clean kitchen scissors

Small cup of water

Paper towel

First, put one marshmallow on to one end of the pretzel. Be careful not to push too hard or you will break the pretzel, or lose the shape of the marshmallow.

Next you are going to take your scissors and cut a "V" shape into the marshmallow top. As you work, the scissors will get sticky with build up. Dip your scissors into the small cup of water to remove the reside. Dry with a paper towel.

 

Last step is to attach the cut out marshmallow on the other end of the pretzel stick. Creating an arrow. If you want put the finished product in a small plastic bag, and attach a note to the top saying some fun little Valentine saying. We like to say "Watch out for Cupid's Arrow! 

Happy Valentine's Day!

Heather

The Whimsical Feather

 

 

Creatures of Habit, Calculating Creatures or Just Divas?

For the last 2 days I have been out of our regular chicken feed. Normally that would not be a problem for me to zip on up to the feed store. But the hubby had his shift changed from 3rd shift to 1st shift and with one vehicle my "zipping" days are over. Plus by the time he gets home my feed store is closed.  Do not get me wrong the Ladies of the Yard have been fed and that may be the some of the problem.

I love to give the Ladies treats. I love watching them happily dive into whatever delectable goodie we bring out to them.  That is what they have been fed with, treats and scratch. As I was making breakfast and dinner both days for my family, I was creating a gourmet meal for the ladies. Whew, talk about feeling like a short order cook! But I think I may have created some calculating creatures.

Have you ever seen the movie "Chicken Run?" If not, you should. The basis of the movie is that the hens want to be free from the dull life of the chicken farm. What is funny about the movie is when the humans go to sleep, the hens become their true selves. It is quite comical. But now, I am not sure how funny it is. I think my girls are doing the same thing, and I am calling it!

 SHENANIGANS!

My first sign was this morning. All the girls were out in the run. hmm... Now this is not the first time it has happened. Our door to the run is on the floor of the coop with a latch. When this first happened, we chalked it up to us not securing it enough. The next couple of times, we still stuck to that theory. However, today it was the 8th time it happened! Strange don't you think? Yeah. When I let the dog out, they are standing there talking to me. I thought it was cute, but now I think they are just laughing at me in their chicken language.

My second issue today. I went out to fill up their feeder and give them new water. When I put the feeder down, I did not put it in the "normal" spot. This is where "Creatures of Habit" comes in and maybe a sprinkling of  "Diva" too. They look at the moved feeder, then looked up at me and started squawking. So I picked it up and gave it a shake putting it back down in the new spot. More yelling at me. Then they went over to where the feeder normally goes and started pecking at the ground. What is bad about this is I only moved the feeder maybe 6 inches from where it normally is.  They stood there eyeballing me.

I told them "hey this is it, take it or leave it!" They did not move.  I told them again, "take it or leave it." Nothing! It was a stand-off! I could not believe it! Maybe I am turning into the Crazy Chicken Lady. Finally two took my advice, took a gander at the feeder (as seen in the picture) but right after this, walked away, squawking, and chicken murmuring under their breaths. WoW!

The other two new ladies are still working out their pecking order. Their normal feeding habit is too hang off to one side letting the top three hens start eating, and they jump in and out at the feeder. On the first day of feeding treats, I had to throw them down the run so they at least had a chance. (my top three are a bit of, well how to put this nicely? But they are Pigs!)  One time! One time I did this and now when they hear me coming they take off down to the opposite end of the run. Standing, staring.

 

I was floored. Completely floored. I know that Chickens are some what intelligent, but they are not the rocket scientists of the animal world. Maybe I am wrong. I decided to just go about my business, well kind of. I stood in my house watching out the kitchen window. These birds did not touch their food not one crumb! I realized I never checked the nest boxes. I went back out and looked for eggs. Eggs that are normally there waiting for me. NOTHING! The only thing I got was more chicken back talk! FINE! I marched back into the house, grabbed the left over salad from dinner. 

Enter the Divas. They would not look or even take the treats out of the bowl when I was holding it. They waited until I put the salad down in the coop. I also moved the feeder back to the "normal" spot. And guess what? They began to eat. Unbelievable! I have monsters! I have created Calculating, Habitual, Diva monster chickens! But regardless I "lovey" them. They are my monsters. They know it, and I have to think they like me too because after their feast, I was given three eggs. :)

Chicken Stalking

All chicken owners know the anticipation of the first egg. As time grows closer for  hens to lay, we get the nest boxes ready, we put in "false" eggs to encourage laying, we push oyster shell for great egg shell strength. We continuously count back to when the chickens were hatched. But when it all said and done, it simply comes down to waiting...and waiting. Just when you think your have a bunch of infertile hens, an egg comes. Our first egg arrived on January 25-------------------->

I could not believe it! I went out to feed and water our ladies, and just be some chance I happened to look in our nest box. (See above regarding my thought of infertile hens) There next to a plastic Easter egg was a smaller "twin." At first I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Then I thought I was just seeing double due to the fact that it was so cold and my eyes were watering. Upon wiping my eyes, and sticking my head deeper into the coop, it was in fact our first egg. Quickly I scooped it up and ran yelling my husband name into the house. Poor guy thought something was really amiss! Our egg, a sage green, cracked from freezing, but our egg. Unfortunately, the children had already left for school and missed out on this. But that was alright, I have been the major chicken keeper and was able to bask in miracle of this gift. Then my hubby asked, "Well who do you think laid it?" Huh? I did not know. So I took a scientific stance and began my investigation.

The process of elimination:

We have five chickens. Two of them grew into beautiful young men, so they went out to live at my friend's farm. We did replace the men with two girls that were hatched during the same time. So I started with obvious what type of bird/color of egg.

Thyme: Barred Rock=Brown egg
Mrs. Babcock: Rhode Island Red=Brown egg
Miss Prissy Fluffinbottom: White Leghorn=White egg (she is a new lady)
Luna: Marans/Ameraucana mix= Colored egg
Ebbie Loo Who: Marans/Ameraucana mix= Colored egg.(our other new lady.)

Since the first three ladies will not lay colored eggs, they were eliminated as the layer. Leaving only Luna and Ebbie. Honestly I thought Ebbie laid the first egg because there was one of her fluffs on the egg. But as I thought more, I was not sure.

Immediately I Googled "how to tell which chicken is laying?" No luck. So I went to my fellow contributing bloggers and friends at Farm Chit Chat. They should know, or at least give me some advice.  Here is what they said:

1. Stalk them and see who is in the nest box.
2. Put food coloring or Blue Kote on around their vent.
3. Put lipstick around the vent.

Needless to say, we had great laughs regarding #2 and #3. My neighbors already think I am nuts having chickens in the city, what would they think if I am out there "violating" my chicken with lipstick! So I opted for #1!

Let the Stalking Begin!

I figured out a round about time that the said "egg layer" was giving me her egg just by the average time I found the first 3 eggs and when I go out to feed/water. That gave me from 7:15 a.m to 9 a.m. I was determined to figure this out.

 Oh, did I mention it is Winter? Oh, and that I live in Northwest Ohio? If you have been following our nation's weather, it has been very, very cold here. I was not looking forward to being out in the cold, but I was on a mission.


Stalking Day!

Early Morning destination, The Coop!

Here I am! Bed head, make-up smeared, and puffy eyes! Sorry for the scary picture, but it was 7:15 a.m and I literally jumped out of bed, threw on my coat, and scarf. I realized later that I had my Pajama pants on backwards and inside out to boot! Yeah, I am hot!

I proceeded to slowly walk out to the coop. Trying to be a quiet as possible. That was not happening! Even though our dog Willow is good with the chickens, she does not like it when "Mom" spends anytime near them with out her. Let the whining, barking, and jumping on the backdoor commence. That put a wrench in the whole using my stealth Ninja skills to stalk with! Grrr!

After getting Willow relaxed with a bowl full of food, it was now 7:45 a.m. and every second counts when you have a mission such as mine. When I did get to the coop, the ladies knew I was coming and were all at the door to be let out. No egg, no one in the nest box. They wanted FOOD! Grabbing my gloves I went about the chore. I cracked the main door on the coop to be able to sneak peeks at the nest box. I went back into the house because I was starting to get cold. Time was 8 a.m. I stood at my back window watching and warming up. Then I saw Luna go up into the coop. She was then followed by Ebbie. Really? both colored egg layers in the coop? *Sigh* so much for warming up! Out again I go. I stood outside of the coop for another 20 minutes. During this time Luna kept coming up to the main door squawking at me and Ebbie sat on the roost. This was not proving to be easy. About 8:45 Luna entered the nest box. Finally! I watched her move around, peck at the straw and she finally laid down. Grabbing my camera out of my pocket I figured an egg would be arriving an minute, I fully opened the coop door. Luna stopped her fussing and stared at me, as if to say "Do you mind Lady?" Snapping off a few pics, she gave me a harder stare and a low growl,  I told her "I know, I know, I don't like to be bothered when I am ovulating either." But somewhere in my mind I was not convinced that she was going to lay. Why? I don't know, maybe it had something to do with all these months of waiting, maybe the scientific part of my brain needed a conclusion, but I was determined to see this egg laying up close and live.

My determination lasted to 9:15 a.m. Chickens like privacy when laying, I get that, but I think it had more to do with the fact I could no longer feel my fingers and toes. That was all I needed was to get frostbite and have to explain to the doctor how, "Well, Doctor, I was stalking my chicken you see..." So off to a hot shower I went. The whole time I was in the shower, I knew, just knew Luna would lay that egg while I was in there. Guess what? She did, and has continued to gives us her beautiful green eggs daily.

Do you mind????

Conclusion

My chicken stalking days are over. I have come to the acceptance that the other ladies will lay. I have them set up for success. Kind of like in the movie Field of Dreams, "If you build it they will come." Our ladies have been given a place to be happy and productive layers. My advice for first time chicken owners waiting for their first egg, it will happen, when it will happen, regardless. Remember the old saying? "A Watched Pot Never Boils."Learn from my insanity, but if you too want to be a chicken stalker, may I suggest doing it when the weather is warmer.

Good luck!

Bread Making + Me= EPIC FAIL!

 Today starts the day when we ladies at Farm Chick Chit Chat kick off the "Bread Bake Off." My first initial thought was "o.k, I don't like to bake, but I can do this." I love to cook. Give me some spices, and an apron and I can whip any culinary delight. I got this covered. Or so I thought. My bread is now sitting in our compost bin. Our chickens would not even touch it. Yes, it was pretty awful!

First let me say that I understand the scientific process of bread making. I get the whole idea behind it. The interaction of the yeast, the rising, the kneading etc. Yet I have never made bread. Granted I have made banana bread, pumpkin bread, and  zucchini bread, homemade pretzels, and even homemade cinnamon rolls.  The cinnamon rolls and pretzels required the same "thinking" of making a loaf of bread, right?

So the what the ding dong heck did I do wrong? I have a few ideas:

1. I got too big for my britches. After reading recipes, upon recipes, making bread seemed pretty easy. Ha!
2. I wanted to make a "healthy" bread and used Spelt flour. I never worked with it before. I mean come on it is wheat.
3. I was doing five million things at the time it rose, and I punched it down like the recipe said. But I admit, I let it rise again and again, before I did anything with it. 
4. I think I over kneaded it? Is that possible? It has to be.
5. My oven is psycho. If it says bake something at 375 degrees, I have to set my temperature at 300 degrees. Because of this I have to "watch" things in the oven very carefully. Oh, did I mention I was doing five million things at once?
6. And maybe,  just maybe I am not meant to make bread? Is there some unforeseen force out there that knows this and does not want me to expel my energy in this type of venue? 

So, until I master this art of bread making, which was not going to happen by today, I was not going to let my fellow Farm Chicks down. I was going to contribute something doggone it!

Here it is: 

 Can you just smell it? The most delicious tasting, healthy alternative. Yep! It is "Aunt Millie's 100% Whole Wheat and Whole Grain bread." She makes the best store bought bread ever!*sigh*

Do not worry, I am not "done" attacking this bread adventure. Even if I have to purchase a new oven or a bread machine, It is On! I will overcome!

                            ~Heather 

Illusions of Grandeur: My backyard

It has been unseasonably warm for January the last few day here in Northwest Ohio. Now will it stay this way? Heck no! But it is just enough to taunt me. It does not help that a lot of people I know are talking about seed catalogs and planting ideas. Now that the holidays are over, it is time to start shifting gears and planning my attack for the garden/yard.

Oh, the feel and smell of the earth! The beauty of a seed growing into something that sustains you. Sitting in the garden at twilight and appreciating the beauty around you. Ah! Relaxing.

 POP! there goes the dream, it was all an illusion! Instead you see this...

The WAR ZONE!!!!!!

     The above pictures are my backyard.  Small, muddy, and in need of more TLC! Most of my grass is crab grass, so when that dies all that is left is mud. I blame the majority of this mud hole on the dog. She for some reason just loves to dig when it is winter, spreading dirt every which way. This fall I raked the straw from the coop clean outs in the the most muddy areas. Now all I can think of is the movie "Ten Commandments" you know the scene when Moses is down in the slave pits churning mud as other slaves are adding straw to make bricks. Hmmm...


 
The houses in our neighborhood are close together. So close you could hand a cup of sugar out your window to your neighbor's without leaving the house. Alright, I may be exaggerating, but you get the point. Pretty much everyone on my side of the street have shared driveways. Lucky for us we love our neighbors so it is not too bad.

I am not garden handicapped. I get "gardening." Each year I attempt to create the perfect haven. We put in the the patio, we did a koi pond, I did an herb garden. But at the end of the summer, I realize I did not achieve my desired goal. But this year will be different! I have been saved so to speak.

My saving grace came in the form of Chris McLaughlin's book "Vertical Vegetable Gardening." This book is a must have! I was able to get a copy of this book before it hit the shelves. Chris and I met through the blog Farm Chick Chit Chat. We both are contributors for this blog. She asked us to read this and write a review for her. I read this book in two hours. My head was spinning at all the ideas that I will be incorporating into my small yard this year. One of my favorite aspects Chris uses is
re-purposing items. I love to reuse items.

Of course my dream is to move out of the city, I would even take just an acre. But for now my plans are coming together for the spring. Seed catalogs are on their way, my green thumb is itching to play in the dirt, and as the saying goes  "Bloom where you are planted!"