Homestead Diary ~ Week 1

Although I have been around animals my entire life, I feel like a newbie many times in this homesteading journey.  New lessons with new species, raising animals in a new way, new goals aside from living an equestrian lifestyle, learning what it means to have an online business are all changes I have chosen for this season of my life.  Thus, getting real about what a month of the journey really looks like feels scary and vulnerable. Here goes as I diving in head first.

Thursday, August 1, 2019

Yes! I love a new month and a new morning!  AM chores completed I headed into town to work online.  I was excited for the work I wanted to do on the hatching course.  I ended up with a bad low sugar level.  I ate and waited until it was safe for me to drive.  During this time, I focused the best I could on the online work I wanted to get done.  Once home, I took a long nap, before heading out for evening chores. I hate these disruptions to my day, but I am learning to be thankful for all the good.  It seems a lesson that, while I can see progress, is a mental battle I continue to fight. 

Friday, August 2, 2019

I awoke feeling terrible.  As I lay in bed I thought, “I am do not have to do much today. I am staying right here!  Oh wait! I have a meeting planned to send pullets to a new home.  I need to stay consistent with my social media posts. I need a box or two for the pullets to travel in. I need to go to town.”  I groaned inwardly.  Slowly, I began my day.  When the above mentioned was completed and chores attended to.  I rested the remainder of the day.  On this day I felt blessed and thankful that while I needed to attend to certain items of business, I could rest with out feeling any quilt.  Rest I did.

Saturday, August 3, 2019

Normally, I attend the Culver Farmer’s Market, but I still not feeling good, choose to stay home. To be completely honest, I want to share I also felt a bit overwhelmed with what I have not been getting done around here and online. I squash thoughts tempting me to waste energy wishing I felt better. I know the best thing for me today is rest.  After the daily quiet time of writing what I am thankful for and reading a chapter in a book by Kathy Lee Gifford titled, The Rock, The Road, and the Rabbi, with a cup of coffee, I headed outside to feed the horses, cats and share an IG story and post.  My first stop was checking if the Swedish Flower Hen of Pair # 2 was indeed broody.  YES! She was.  I decided since I was moving slow anyway to put out the broody hen and her chicks, the 5- 4/5-week old chicks and the 4 from pen #7. I began the work of watering and feeding chicken pens. In the mix I watered the potted cherry tomato plants and some of the sweet potatoes. At some point I added 7 eggs to the 4 or 5 the broody hen had already laid.  I have been saving her eggs and leaving a few in with her, hoping she would go broody a second time this year. Feeling so blessed that she did, especially given the fact the coons had eaten her chicks.

Brian and I grabbed a bite to eat and then I was back outside feeding chickens. This process stretched on into the afternoon. I say I was moving slow….I started this at 10 am and it was now 4 pm.  I spent an hour working on a blog post I am putting together.  Then back outside to find Kit Kat was shadowing me and meowing intensely.  ‘Now what does she want,’ I wondered.  I looked closer at her, feeling under her belly.  I now suspected she was close to having kittens.  She likes to show me where she is having her kittens.  I spent the next several minutes with her coming and going in the underbrush next to the house.  Yes, this is one of those areas that need work here. Anyway, she settled down in a corner.  I will keep checking on her this evening, but I am certain she is having kittens.  I tamed her when she was feral and it took me 8 weeks to even touch her.  Unfortunately, I did not get her fixed and now our cat population has taken off.  Several cats have been fixed here and she is one of the next ones on the list.  It feels like slow progress. But it is progress. I gathered eggs which I do through out the day.  Relationships with animals bring joy to my heart and to be honest at times pain.   I wrote a bit more and headed back outside until dark.  Chores consisted of bringing in the chicks and grow outs I had put in cages outside earlier in the day, feeding horses, and watering the garden near the chickens.  I finally transplanted the cherry tomato plants where one of the garlic gardens had been near the house. 

3 sister garden plot, behind is the heritage tomato plants
out of site are the yellow and white onions and carrots

I found myself remembering the joying of riding bareback on a horse at a walk. For the first time in years I longed to ride.  One of my goals for this year was to start riding again. I do not believe I have been on a horse since 2017, 2 years ago. That year I only rode two times, once in WY at Shoshone Lodge and Guest Ranch and another time in Alberta, Canada. I determined I would ride Navajo Bo.  If I get into the reasons why I could write an entire post telling the story of each horse I was not riding.  I found Bo’s bridle. Oh dear, that was a mess.  I decided to put a halter together with reins that had snaps on them.  That is how I learned to ride a horse, bareback with a halter and 2 lead ropes snapped to the halter.  Yep, why not start over the same way. If you want to read more about the time, I spent with Bo last night, check out her FB page where I posted a bit about it. 

When I went to feed the dogs, I called softly to Kit Kat and shortly she appeared with a messy rear end.  Yep, she had birthed kittens. Her belly still felt hard in one spot.  Perhaps she wasn’t quite done.  I gave her food and water. She hung out with me for a while before returning to her babies.  I heard them fussing a couple times.  I felt good, peaceful and happy with the enjoyment of my day.   

Sunday, August 4, 2019

One of my goals in the last few years is to make Sunday a day of rest.  It does not always look quite the same. I did not do much other then care for animals, write, and hang out at home. The broody hen was still on her eggs.

Monday, August 5, 2019

The temps were forecasted to be in the high 80’s.  In the mornings after my quiet time or devotions, I started making a schedule for my day.  On Mondays this takes a bit longer as I also brain dump of what I want to get done for the week.  AM chores include feeding chickens, gathering eggs, horses, cats and dogs, checking gardens and potted plants. I found a few beans (Jacob Cattle Beans) ready to harvest. This morning I took a look at the wild grapes and even ate a few that looked sort of ripe.  I hope the tart taste diminishes as they ripen more.  If not, I will still eat them, and I am going to be looking for a way to use them.  I dove into a daydream imagining where I would keep a cow.  I think I forgot to mention I have been in conversation concerning a Jersey cow, bred to a mini Jersey.  While I feel drawn to Scottish Highlands and American Milking Devon, at this time the Jersey/Mini Jersey seems like a better fit for the immediate time frame. In all it doesn’t sound like all that takes much time, but 3 hours flew by.  The afternoon was spent working on the computer.  Brian decided to address the slow water flow and needed my help so after starting house chores, I helped him.  One or two more tasks before I was done for the might. 

I cleaned the music variety of garlic I want to sell and kept back what I will plant for next years crop and my own use.  Not only do I use for cooking, I also put cloves in the chicken water from time to time to boost their immune system. PM chores took close to an hour.  It is 10 PM as I write this and I will be going back out to finish up a few things.  I felt refreshed today after a day of rest.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

I desperately needed to work on laundry. First thing I did was get a load started.  AM chores went faster today and I found time to wash a quart sized water container for Cisco.  When I first brought them home, I had given him a little plastic container and I found myself filling repeatedly through out the day.  I felt good knowing this 5 min act would be saving me time in the coming weeks. A lunch time I continued to work on laundry.  I usually enjoy laundry, but I have found a way to look forward to it.  I pile up a few loads that are ready to be folded then listen to one or two podcasts while I fold.  The times flies by fast, I have learned something new and the laundry is folded and put away.  I spent 20 min writing out the content for a video I want to add to the course I am working on.  Out to wash eggs and load the car for the Culver’s Farmer’s Market.  I had this, last minute, idea to stop a local Dollar store on the way. I wanted to get brown paper bags and blank stickers to write on and stick on the bags when I sold garlic.  I found regular plain brown lunch bags and shipping labels. I was hoping for a fancier bag and a cute cut to the stickers, but I spent $2.14 on them, so who am I to be picky.  Down the road I intend to pay to have printed stickers with the info I want to share.  I did the math sitting at the market later in the evening:  I cut one shipping label in 4 strips for the egg carton labels. 18 labels cost $1 so each label cost around .05 cents. Divided by 4 (4 strips) that is around 1 cent per shipping label.  The quote I currently have for pre-printed egg labels is around 34 cents a label.  Of course, they would look much prettier.  For now, I will use these, but future goals include pre-printed labels.  As for the garlic bags, I will continue to use the shipping labels, but as I sat here writing I remembered I have several sets of ‘fancy’ cut scissors in my craft box.  Now that would make for some fancier looking labels.  I intend to get them out for today market in Bremen, Indiana.  

One of my designs for the garlic bags

Leaving the dollar store, I began feeling anxious.  At first, I chalked it up to worrying about being late to market, but no amount of self-talk made it go away.  I realized my sugar levels must be dropping.  I started eating the snack foods I had purchased at the Dollar store.  I took a different route since I had gone into town on my way.  In my path ahead I seen a traffic backed up for a train.  Oh, not now!  As I sat there waiting on a train that was NOT moving, eating cause my sugar, I am not sure how much time had gone by.  I looked at my phone to check the time and to my dismay it was after 5 pm. I wanted to go home and be done for the night! Instead I text a couple different friends that were at the market to get directions how to get around the train.  I did eventually get to the market. I want to give a big shout out to my friend Julie and Blooms on 800.  She helped me get unloaded and set up.  The market proved slow and my sales were $0.  But I decided to look at it from the perspective that, as I sat there, I worked on my egg labels and spent time with my friend. I enjoyed the cool breezes coming off of Lake Maxinkuckee.  We chatted as I helped her load her van.  Driving home, I fought off negative thoughts of my evening.  Even this morning I needed to chase them away.  I made progress yesterday even if no sales.  Julie shared helpful ideas how to give my market table a new look.  It is August and I have been sporting the spring look.  I am overdue for a change.  Chores went well and all the animals looked good, giving a good feeling. I was tired, but looking forward to feeling rested in the morning.

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Bremen Farmer’s Market takes place from 4 pm to 7 pm on Wednesdays.  I spent around 4 hours going through my morning routine: devotional and quiet time, am chores, and checking the plants.  Next off to town looking for what I needed to change the display at the markets.  I admit I found pleasure in shopping at a local dollar store.  Ideas of what the table could look like as I browsed through items.  The final look came together when I arrived at the market.  I picked flowers, and grabbed garlic that was still drying, cleaned a coffee cup tree that I have not been using.  Off to the Bremen Farmer’s Market and another evening of visiting with patrons and friends.  The small crowd produced a few sales for me. Check out the slide show of the new display below.

At home I unloaded the car, rested 20 minutes before heading out to complete PM chores.  Unfortunately, Prince Charming (the cat) snuck out the door and it was well past midnight before I located him to bring him in. He seemed to think he was on a grand adventure. I was reminded of how the Jesus shared the parable of the shepherd who would leave the fold and go look for the one lost sheep. I thought, ‘I know how overjoyed I will feel when I have Prince Charming safe in my arms and back in the house. Imagine how overjoyed the Lord is when a lost soul returns to Him. No greater love…..’

This completes the first 7 days of August.  Did any parts of my last week stand out to you? Send me an email telling me about it. Send your email to maria@dontclipmywings.com or click here

Horses of CG Heartbeats Farm

Five horses live on CG Heartbeats Farm.  In the past I continued to challenge myself with horses I found tougher to connect with, lead and train.  Now I don’t mean the actual act of leading a horse with a rope, but rather the act of leadership in the process of teaching a horse to respond in a safe, trusting manner.  After my traumatic brain injury in 2011, I found a had a strong desire to branch out my activities and knowledge to include other topics besides horses.  Somewhere along the way I began to wonder who did God create me to be? Who was I beyond who I was as an equestrian?  The idea of having horses was my sister’s idea when she was 6 and I was 7.  I loved my sister that was 13 months younger.  I wanted to help her in her desire to have a horse or pony.  I jumped on board.  Now here I was over 30 years later, realizing for the first time this passion of horses did not originate with me.  I had to wonder who I would have become if I had found my own direction, what would I have developed into if I had not been concerned with those closest to me as a child.  I do not recall exploring what I liked in any depth.  Most of my thoughts concentrated on those around me.  Well enough of all that, for now. These ponderings led me to begin looking around.

Horses still put a smile on my face even if all I do is feed and care for them right now. I am not in any way, shape or form ready to no longer own horses. Thus I have found one way for now they can contribute to my homesteading journey. Meet the horses of CH Heartbeats Farm.

Roses Casino

Warming up to barrel race at show

Out of an appendix Quarter Horse mare named Mismatched and a Quarter Horse stallion with Sugar Bar breeding. I purchased Mismatched pregnant, so I have owned ‘Rosie’ her entire life.  I spent many hours riding her first training her to be ridden, trail riding, training and conditioning her to run barrels, of course, competing on her at more shows and rodeos than I can remember, team roping practices and simple rides down the road.  I would have to stop and count, if I can even remember, the number of little girls we have provided rides for.  The longest was one of my nieces when she was only 3 years old, we rode 3 and a half miles before she was tired.   

One of my nieces riding with me several years ago.

Brave Diamond Dust

Dusty ‘hanging’ out

‘Dusty’ is the only horse I bred myself, meaning I picked out the stallion to cross with her dam, Melanie Lynn.  This mare is another I have raised from a foal.  The story about her that stands out to me the most was the injury she sustained as a 4 or 5-year old. A puncture wound that required surgery to flush out the hock joint to give her a high quality of life.  It was a long 4 plus months of rehabilitation.  She has a cute, knows what she likes, personality.

Dry Doc Drifter

Drifter before I started riding him with a bit.

‘Drifter’, who was purchased as a 2-year-old was foaled in South Dakota.  He was the horse I was riding when I came off and sustained a TBI. He has wonderful stamina and I have yet to truly tire him. He has the breeding to do a job all day long.  When he doesn’t have a job to do, he seems to spend his energy behaving badly.

Zips Country Bar Maid

‘Cider’ was bred by one of my sisters and I purchased her as a yearling.  She is an intelligent horse who learns quickly, but I have not spent much time riding her. She needs more training, only because I have not made time for her.

Navajo Bo

One of many photos taken the summer we prepared for the 2015 TCA Thoroughbred Makeover.

‘Bo’ was bred to be a racehorse and fulfilled her job at Indiana Grand.  A timid mare, on the track, she would back off trying to win if she was bumped.  She has a personality all her own.  Expressing her displeasure, when not happy with her circumstances, she has proven her willingness to learn.  She looks for a leader, but likes to challenge the leader.  She is a bit nosey always wanting to know where all the other horses are at and unhappy when they are out of site.  My favorite story with Bo is the year we competed or rather participated in the Thoroughbred Makeover at the Kentucky Horse Park.  I was not riding at my best level that year, but I enjoyed the entire process.  The experience of showing at the Kentucky Horse Park proved to be my favorite venue to complete at. I was sponsored by an amazing grooming product Espana Silk and others helped to make my trip to Kentucky possible. As a part of the competition I was given a blog to share my journey.  I wrote 140 posts and, in the process, realized that I liked to write. As a result, the desire to blog about my homesteading journey was beginning to form.

How Horses Contribute to the Homestead

Horses collectively contribute to the soil I use for container gardens.  The manure they have produced several years ago now provides a rich fluffy (from the shavings) place that I dig up dirt any time I need to plant in any containers. Basically, this is where I dumped manure, located under trees. I have 2 other piles composting now for future use.  These newer piles have more chicken manure compared to the first so time will tell which produces the best.

This is another example of how I have been able to use what I have. I wonder how much money I have saved using my own composted soil instead of buying bags of potting soil? Like everything else one produces themselves, this is the way to know what is in what you are using, or eating. How are you using what you have on your homestead?