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“P” Stands for Poison

Did you catch the news this weekend?

Over 500 MILLION eggs were recalled due to Salmonella from two of the largest egg producers in the Mid West. Here are some of the names they were sold under….look at how “farm like” and pure the names sound……Dutch Farms, Farm Fresh, Hillandale, Kemps, Lucerne, Lund, Mountain Dairy, Ralph’s, Shoreland, Sunshine, Trafficanda, James Farms, Glenview and Pacific Coast.

Really, with names like that….Sunshine? You might just think that those chickens actually got sunshine or maybe even stretch their legs! Think again. Here’s what Joel Salatin from Polyface Farm in VA had to say to The Daily Beast:

“Joel Salatin, a farmer whose farm Polyface is featured in The Omnivore’s Dilemma and Food, Inc., tells The Daily Beast that conditions in factory farms are ideal for the spread of infection: ‘The propensity for a problem is magnified under the fecal particulate air in these industrial egg farms. What it does is it breaks down the immune system and creates openings for pathogens. If you were trying to design a pathogen-friendly system, you would go to a single species, crowd that species together, deny it fresh air, exercise, and sunshine, never give it a rest time—have it there 365 days a year, and feed it a diet that maximizes a minimal standard of performance, rather than maximizes nutrition or feed that is nutritionally superior. What I’ve just described is Egg Factory Farming 101. This is just symptomatic of the pathogen-friendly nature of industrial agriculture.’ ”

Let’s take a look at Salmonella. “The most common symptoms of salmonella are diarrhea, abdominal cramps and fever within eight hours to 72 hours of eating a contaminated product. It can be life-threatening, especially to those with weakened immune systems.”

Eggs from a factory farm. Caged birds that NEVER move except to plop an egg on a conveyor belt.

My organically raised hens that have free range and access to clean water, fresh raw goats milk and organic grain.

Which would you rather eat?

Oh, I know you’ll say my eggs, but really? Do you know, that just like milk, people won’t pay for the better product. I charge $4/dozen for my eggs. That’s about par in this area for fresh, free range, nearly organic eggs. The truth is, people in America have been conditioned to want cheap, old, and readily available food. They balk at $4/dozen. I have lots of “interested” customers but no buyers. That’s ok. I am not in the egg business and as Sweet Girl just said, “It’s supply and demand. There aren’t many farmers raising free range, nearly organic chickens so you can demand what the product is worth. If people think they can get the SAME product for a lesser price then have at it. But they can’t. It’s just not available.”

Of course there’s the alternative…..Grocery Store Factory Farmed Eggs with a sweet name like Sunshine!

The CDC & the FDA’s answer to illness is not changing the way we grow our food, but to kill the pathogens that are in it. Pasteurizing eggs is going to become the norm, just as pasteurizing milk. It was the filth of the early 20th century that led to the pasteurization of milk. So look for the “P” and you ought to feel warm and fuzzy about eating that egg.

I know first hand, that when the milk comes out of the lactating animal, it is CLEAN! Is my container clean and sterile? Was the udder washed properly and did I check to make sure that it didn’t have any off odors or clots?

The same holds true of eggs. Is the coop clean? Are there rodent problems? Is the water source clean? How does the chicken poop look? Are the eggs clean?

My friend and mentor…you guessed it, Throwback At Trapper Creek, did a wonderful post on clean eggs that taught me a great deal. The shell is porous and with the heat of the day, opens to any bacteria on the shell or in the nest. Keeping a clean coop and clean nests will keep the eggs free from feces and ultimately free from disease.

However, nothing is 100% foolproof, and that’s where a healthy gut comes in. Good gut bacteria will fight most pathogens. I’m not a freak about germs. I do believe a little bacteria is good for us to build our systems, except IF you already have a compromised immune system, then you should be cautious about everything that goes into your mouth.

All of this “anti-bacterial” stuff has made us less able to fight anything. Our gut has somewhere between 300-1000 different species often referred to as intestinal flora. We add to them by eating, yogurt, kefir, sourdough, and any other fermented foods.

The answer to the Salmonella problem that the nation is facing is not pasteurizing all eggs sold to the public!

I can see it now. Just as raw milk is illegal in most states, selling unpasteurized eggs will be some day…..you just wait. Or better yet, let’s all eat EggBeaters!!!

The answer in my humble opinion is to KNOW YOUR FARMER! KNOW WHERE YOUR FOOD COMES FROM! EAT LOCAL!

Pretty simple. As I’ve said before, “Does your food have a face?”

When The Cows Come Home

Josie left exactly 1 month ago today in a horse trailer pulled by my friend Judy. It was not terribly difficult getting her in. We had two pulling from the head and one pushing from the rear. She went up the ramp in less than 15 minutes. Which isn’t bad. I understand that sometimes you can’t get a horse to walk in a trailer. But Josie was a good girl.

This is how I want to always remember her.

This is the day I met Josie at “The Farm”.

Little Joy was only 2 months old and referred to as an October calf. She was a bottle baby raised on Jersey milk.

Who wouldn’t fall in love with those doe eyes! She captured my heart.

Joy today, just looking for something to suck on...that's usually my shirt.

We weren’t ready for the girls until May 2009. We didn’t even have a barn.

They had grown a bit and lost their winter coats. The grass didn’t have any cow pies and was pristine.  The barn was brand spankin new with nay a cobweb to be found.

Josie began instinctively nurturing Joy. And the bond began.

They bonded alright. Joy thought Josie was her Mama and she began sucking on her. Josie’s udder was ruined. They did become the best of pals though. But after Josie’s dead calf in Sept 2009, she never was able to be bred back and I made the difficult decision to cull her from my “herd”. After last winter with back to back blizzards and a record amount of snow, I decided that we couldn’t go into another winter feeding a cow that wasn’t giving to our livelihood. It was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made, but it was the right decision.

I could of sold Josie at auction. But her udder was ruined, she was still open after 6 AI’s and we knew she wouldn’t bring us any money at auction. I felt better knowing that I made the decision to cull her rather than letting a stranger do the same.

Friday, I brought Josie home in 7 cardboard boxes. As the kid at the meatlocker loaded the boxes, I sneaked a peek. I was very curious to see how her meat looked. Was it marbled or did it look like shoe leather? I flipped the box lid and tears welled up in my eyes.

Closure.

She looked absolutely beautiful! Her fat was a gorgeous buttery yellow. She was raised on pasture with minimal organic grain and she was in our book, PRIME!

My heart was full of gratitude toward this animal that was suppose to be our milk cow, but is now our dinner. She weighed in at 509 lbs hanging weight. That’s half or even less than half of some beefers.

She lived her life and gave her all so we could survive. My hat’s off to you Josie Girl. You done good. You done real good.

My Morning In Pictures

You know I can’t go a day without words…..Hey a woman has 25,000 words a day to speak and frankly I never get in my quota.

Mary Ann is a milker in training. She was and is the perfect mother, however she is not the perfect milker.

If you remember, Ginger was clueless about being a mother and maybe it’s for that reason she’s  great little milker. She doesn’t care if I leave a drop for her kids. And in the picture below she’s been emptied by me. Her girls are almost 5 months old and getting a little too big to even get under her udder, but they try.

Mary Ann on the other hand will only allow me 2 cups before she turns off the faucet. She has at least a 1/2 gallon in one milking.

My makeshift milk stand is nothing more than a board on a few small cinder blocks. There is a hook on the wall and I hook their collars. The girls walk right up there and stand.

It’s perfect and didn’t cost us anything, we used what we had.

I sit on my pail and they stand there eating away. A headlock might be better for Mary Ann, but really my trouble is in the rear. She hops all over the place when she’s had enough.

While Mary Ann is in training, all of her milk is used for feeding the chickens or for soap making. I can’t trust that it’s clean since she likes to kick up every now and then. And on really difficult mornings when I can’t get the sleep out of my eyes, I either save the milk for spraying on the pasture or feeding the chickens.

As you can see Henrietta loves milk!

The little kids stay in the stall overnight, so the Mama’s udders are full for morning milking. I skip an evening milking since I don’t need that much milk and allow the kids to clean the Mama’s up during the day and after my morning milking. It’s called Milk Sharing and I love it!

We’ve had no mastitis and I credit that to several things. 1) keeping clean barns 2) using herbs, supps, ACV & pro-biotics for rumen health 3) feeding minimal grain 4) milk sharing.

Joy is almost 8 months pregnant. She’s in prime condition and still comes running for apples. All my Mamas are wearing bells now and it’s really just as cute as can be!

She’s bagging up nicely.

We’ve had a bit of rain lately and she loves standing at the gate where the goats are kept at night, so the muck collects in this one location.

Come closer my dear…..I want to kiss you!

The chickens have turned this loafing area into lovely composted material.

Danny Boy (R) is 2.5 months younger than Sophie (L)….he’s nearly as big as the girls. I’m kinda regretting having him “fixed” but we’ve yet to see if it took. Vallie’s took, but Danny isn’t showing signs yet.

Danny Boy with his twin brother Valentino….Danny is a beautiful Eggplant Black. Vallie is adorable and lovey dovey. Look how much smaller he is.

Sophie is always begging to come out. Izzy is much quieter and content. These girls are so cuddly.

After the kids were let out….they were off playing King of The Mountain on the stacked hay. They busily ate away at one bale…I think it was planned so they could get up there and start playing around.

My kids are the greatest kids! I guess it’s almost time to start thinking about breeding again for next spring kidding.

They life cycle of a farm….breeding, births, breeding, births. And of course there is death. That’s the hardest part….unless it’s a chicken. ;)

Undercover

I’ve been keeping my 3rd planting of beets under a shade cloth and as you can see

I’ve finally got beets for fall and winter.

The kale is also up.

Now to keep those pesky harlequin beetles from devouring it.

My only surviving artichoke is doing well….however, I don’t think that it’s going to produce this year…do you? Hopefully it will survive under the hoop this winter.

I have just a little lettuce that came up and I reseeded hoping to get a little more to go into fall.

Boy it’s been a challenging gardening year.

As Honey says, “it’s us against them.”

Some pesky raccoon cleaned up on my corn. He didn’t leave a single ear for us. Dent corn gone. Flint corn gone. Popcorn gone. But he did not get the sweet corn…he must of had a stuffy nose that week! Dang him.