Farm Projects Gone Wild!

April was huge for farm projects. On top of that we had some advances in growing our own food, both the meat and vegetable kind.

MEAT

In April we had our second sheep and our first goat done. This was a significant learning experience, and showed us just how different the meat vs. dual purpose breeds can be.

The sheep we bought were merino or merino crosses, and were dual purpose animals, meaning they’re used for both meat and wool. The goats we bought were boer, which is a purely meat breed. The amount of meat we got from the goat versus the sheep was hugely evident, and showed us the benefits of going for meat breeds.

Our biggest win with the meat raising, however, was hatching our own ducks! The ladies were collectively sitting on a stack of eggs, most of which turned out to be duds. We ended up hatching 4 babies, and ended with 3 girls and 1 boy. There is a big difference between buying in animals to feed up and breeding your own. Seriously, the satisfaction in raising animals you bred yourself can’t really be overstated.

First egg hatching! The mum's do not like it when you do this...

First egg hatching! The mum’s do not like it when you do this…

Protective mums.

Protective mums.

Naaaawwwwwww

Naaaawwwwwww

VEGGIES

We cleaned out the second ornamental garden bed out the back, and planted it out with veggies. This was a big job, despite being the smaller of the two beds. It was covered in a couple of prostrate conifers, which were super dense and prickly.  I was fairly happy to add them to the bonfire pile.

Second reclaimed veggie area.

Second reclaimed veggie area.

Ready for veggies!

Ready for veggies!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On top of increasing our productive area, we learned a few things.  The first bed wasn’t ready until relatively late, the result of which was planting out things much later than I normally would. The two that struck me most were corn and chillies.  I normally start my corn around September/October, depending on how warm it is, and stagger the plantings up to the beginning of December. However, here I was planting corn in January, and wasn’t at all confident. I figured the young plants would get too much heat, be too water stressed, and then maybe extend their fruiting too far into cooler weather.  The same for the chillies – I wasn’t at all sure they’d perform.  However, we ended up doing well with all of the veggies, and I was able to modify my veggie patch plan to include things like staggered corn plantings into January.

The corn was an unexpected success.

The corn was an unexpected success.

Bumper jalapeno harvest, despite the late start.

Bumper jalapeno harvest, despite the late start.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FARM PROJECTS

Firstly, we hung a gate between our neighbours to the back and us, at the end of their right-of-way along the side of our place. Hanging a fence doesn’t sound like a big job, and it really isn’t once you know how. The issue is learning how. The soil here is heavy clay, and it gets super silty when you dig/drill it. It means that it really doesn’t hold posts very firmly, and you need to build self-straining structures. This was our first shot at one, and it turned out fairly well. Since then we’ve become pros, but that first one was quite a proud moment…

The new gate with a gratuitous farm machine shot.

The new gate with a gratuitous farm machine shot.

Our second project was redirecting and catching some rainwater. With our sheds and the house, we have over 400 square metres of potential catchment. However, the place has only ever used a little over a tenth of that.  There were some pipes that were run under some pavers and then dumped into the garden beds via perforated agricultural pipe (ridiculous idea!).  I was able to isolate where it dumped out from under the pavers, so we hooked a couple of downpipes together and ran them into our rainwater tanks, effectively doubling our catchments.

This was a bit of a learning experience too. We reused some of the PVC fittings that had been part of the original system and that we’d scrounged from around the property.  We ended up having to dig up and fix this new system a couple of times, and each time it was due to the recycled fittings failing. I can be a bit of a stickler when it comes to reusing material, but there are times where you just have to bite the bullet, toss out the old stuff, and start with new.

Fixing 20 years of stupid.

Fixing 20 years of stupid.

This works as long as the top of the inlet is below the line of the gutters.

This works as long as the top of the inlet is below the line of the gutters.

This is mostly to show one of the many trenches I had to dig... and Domino.

This is mostly to show one of the many trenches I had to dig… and Domino.

Our third April farm project was projects within projects.  First of all, dad made an amazing gate from scratch using 100% recycled components.

The start of dad's gate.

The start of dad’s gate.

Gate taking shape...

Gate taking shape…

Awesome gate and 100% recycled!

Awesome gate and 100% recycled!

 

Next, we were able to recycle one of the crappy old sheds that had been left in the back paddock. It was 3 sided and had been propped against a pine tree, where it seemed to have spent its life banging in the breeze.  I dragged it down and stored it early on, and we used it to reclaim a poultry area.  I’m not at all sure that the area had ever been used, though it had definitely been designed for poultry and was an extension of the big run.  We put the crappy old shed in there, using our big shed as the missing side.  We spent some time tacking up the fence, hung dad’s great gate, and had a fully productive, and relatively fox resistant poultry area.

This area has since been used for egg chooks, meat chooks, ducks, and even pigs.

Reclaimed poultry area with dad's gate and the recycled shed.

Reclaimed poultry area with dad’s gate and the recycled shed.

The last two projects were my favourite, though they didn’t really contribute to our productivity.  The first of those was a fire barrel/BBQ.  We scored an old 44 gallon drum from a mate of dad’s, cut it in half, and fashioned a wood BBQ out of it.  We used all recycled parts, including some old barbie plates I’d held on to for years. The result was amazing, and we used it as both an outside open fire and BBQ all through the colder months.  We are now looking at using it as either a self-contained smoker, or as a smoke source for a smoker.

Dad starting the fire barrel.

Dad starting the fire barrel.

Fire barrel done!

Fire barrel done!

Maiden voyage a success!

Maiden voyage a success!

 

The second of these projects was an outside fire pit, and was much bigger.  We used reclaimed retaining wall blocks to edge it, ran a couple of herb beds down either side, dug a soakage pit with a vent trench and used a recycled bit of metal down-pipe to vent it outside of the surrounding wall. We used some pine rounds as seats, lined the actual fire pit part with reclaimed bricks, and the only thing we bought was $60 worth of landscape pebbles to pretty it up.

Starting the fire pit.

Starting the fire pit.

Digging a drainage/soakage pit.

Digging a drainage/soakage pit.

Drainage/soakage pit done!

Drainage/soakage pit done!

The pit is assembled and we put in a flu-like arrangement to vent it.

The pit is assembled and we put in a flu-like arrangement to vent it.

Finished fire pit!

Finished fire pit!

Another maiden fire voyage.

Another maiden fire voyage.

These last two things helped us change our thinking as to how we managed our fire wood also. I am absolutely determined that nothing useable leave our property, be it building material or organic matter.  We live in a disposable society, and it really sickens me.  That’s why there’s so much emphasis on using recycled components in things like our fire barrel and fire pit. Along those lines, our fire wood had begun to worry me a little.

Originally, I had planned on storing anything big enough for us to burn in our combustion heater, save some smaller stuff for kindling, but mulch things like leafy branches. That works up to a point, but when you end up with a large volume of branches they invariably dry out before you can mulch them all, and it actually becomes quite difficult.  A fresh leafy gum branch tip can be mulched, but it doesn’t take much for that to get hard and become a hazard. Now we had the perfect way to use that material rather than just bonfiring it.  We now stack all of the non-mulchable limbs and use them as outdoor fire fuel.

Farm Fire Fun FTW!

Farm Fire Fun FTW!

March 2012 Facebook Farm Statuses

  • We’re tractor owners!
  • In Canberra I look out of my office and can see Parliament House. At home I look out of my study and can see tomato plants, chilli plants, corn, a rabid pumpkin vine, fruit trees, ducks, goats, lambs and a giant pile of chicken manure in my back paddock. In summary, Parliament House can suck it.
  • A two-day weekend of farm work leaves me pleasantly tired. A long weekend of farm work has left me absolutely knackered. My prediction is that Easter is going to kill me. On a related note, the new tractor is Farm-Freaking-Tastic!
  • Today my dad, David Atherton, killed a mouse with a full 9kg gas bottle. He cut its head off! He’s a farm ninja!!!!!
  • This morning I went out to put my tractor away, released a goat from the back paddock fence, took my car into the back paddock to get the big cage trailer, and waved at my neighbour a couple of times, all while wearing my pyjamas. LIKE A FARMER!
  • Wearing gumboots. LIKE A FARMER!
  • Today we broke our big chainsaw and the mulcher, all before lunch. The farm gods are frowning on us… Pictures to follow. J
  • First meal at our local pub. Biggest. Schnitzel. EVER!
An Inch Ant. It's an ant. It's an inch long. Hence the name.

An Inch Ant. It’s an ant. It’s an inch long. Hence the name.

February 2012 Facebook Farm Statuses

  • Fun Farm Fact #45: The hand mincer makes noises worse than every horror movie ever made combined. A couple of kg’s of home-made mince (preservative free, chemical free, no lips-and-arseholes meat, yada yada yada) is worth it though. J
  • Rule #1 of chainsaw use: “Keep it out of the dirt!”. Rule #2 of chainsaw use: “Let the chainsaw do most of the work”. Today I found a third rule: “When you step into a sink hole while sawing an 18 inch diameter limb and use the chainsaw to break your fall, check that you’ve not accidentally engaged the chain brake before tearing the entire thing apart to find out why the chain won’t go around”. Feel free to quote me.
  • Cut out two scrubby melaleucas to make room for fruit trees. My predicted three 8×5 trailer loads turned into seven 8×5 trailer loads. Of course, that meant braking hard 8 times to avoid running Bruce over – 7 times while driving to the wood pile and bonfire pile, and 1 time while putting the trailer away. I was more worried about him damaging my car than vice versa…
  • Linhda just called my awesome 5 foot crow bar a “fencing stick”. True story.
  • I think we have a clucky duck! And no, I’m not being euphemistic.
Sheep really like apricots.

Sheep really like apricots.

Good News, Bad News Machinery March…

This month was weird when it came to machinery. We had some pretty big highs, plus a couple of mechanical lows.

I’ll start with the lows. First off, my chainsaw broke. I’d scored it off of eBay at around half the retail price. It was clearly badged as a Stihl, and so I logically assumed it was true-to-brand. Boy was I wrong. I had it serviced and the man, who is an authorised Stihl dealer, told me that it was a “very good Chinese copy”. It worked well, so I was pretty happy with a very good copy.  However, it let me down a couple of times.

Firstly, it kept breaking starter cords.  Turns out it had some poorly machined moving part that was cutting through the cords.

Living proof that duct tape fixes everything.

Living proof that duct tape fixes everything.

I could live with having to replace the cord though. The big problem was when it broke the crank shaft. That was pretty much the death knell, after which it became spare parts. 😦

Our second mechanical failure was the mulcher. We were using it to mulch up some pine branches when it made a god awful noise and seized up. Turns out that one of the spinning blades snapped and tore holes in the casing. This one was actually quite dangerous. The blade that snapped was probably 100mm long by half that wide, and maybe 5mm thick.  It would have been spinning at a huge rate, and it nearly punched through the casing.  We were able to replace the blade and fix the casing, but I became a little less enthused about mulching all of our trashy branches after that…

While painful, our machinery woes were far outweighed by our mechanical highs.  First off, dad made our 8 x 5 cage trailer into a stock trailer. He welded some square tube to raise the sides, thereby letting us cart sheep and goats etc.

Our cage trailer is now a stock trailer.

Our cage trailer is now a stock trailer.

Secondly, dad scored a cheap ride-on mower from my aunty. It needed some work, but he got it working and welded a tow bar on the back. It’s all of 15Hp, but will tow a fully laden 6 x 4 trailer with at least a tonne of wood in it. It’s been amazingly helpful, up to an including towing the seeder we used to sow our back paddock.

Ride-on and farm trailer.

Ride-on and farm trailer.

The biggest of our mechanical wins, hwoever, was our new tractor! It’s a Massey Ferguson TEA20, and is probably somewhere near 50 years old. It was meticulously maintained by a guy who had been a mechanic for most of his 70+ years, and it just gorgeous. It has a power take off (PTO) and three point linkage (3PL), and was even restored and painted in the original colours.  We also got a carry-all, a spray unit, a 3PL-mounted scoop, and a farm trailer.

Dad named him Sheldon. True story.

Dad named him Sheldon. True story.

I was documenting the tractor purchase, not waiting for dad to topple...

I was documenting the tractor purchase, not waiting for dad to topple…

The carry-all has obvious applications, but we weren’t at all sure of the rest of it.

Carry-all.

Carry-all.

As it turns out, everything we scored with the tractor is amazingly helpful. The spray unit can be used as fire fighting equipment, and we’re looking at getting a bigger tanks for it.

The spray unit.

The spray unit.

I had assumed that the scoop would be pretty much useless to us. However, dad insisted that we spread our GIANT pile of chicken poop with it, and it worked a treat. My plan had been to spend a weekend with a barrow and shovel, but for some reason my brain automatically goes to the manually labour intensive solution. Either way, the scoop ended up being a freaking god-send.

3PL scoop on the tractor. So, so, so freaking useful!

3PL scoop on the tractor. So, so, so freaking useful!

Chicken shit spread!

Chicken shit spread!

I think the biggest win, and ironically the thing we almost left behind, was the farm trailer. It’s a little 6 x 4 trailer that has been beaten to hell, but we use it all the time. My car, the tractor, or the ride-on can tow it, and I can’t even guess how many tonnes it’s carried for us.

Farm trailer with at least a tonne of wood.

Farm trailer with at least a tonne of wood.

In addition to being a month of machine madness, we also thinned some more trees. This included felling one of the big pines out the back. We have a line of 7 or 8 big pine trees in our back paddock, between us and our neighbour Farmer John.  A couple of them are really quite pretty.  The rest, however, are horrid.  One has already dropped a limb on Farmer John’s shed. That was before we moved in, and in typical country style he just rebuilt the shed and didn’t complain.  There are others that are just as dangerous though, and the one we took down was literally leaning to the point where it was double over and touching the ground.  It wasn’t anywhere near the largest out there, but gave us a heap of wood.

Stump of the leany pine we felled.

Stump of the leany pine we felled.

Wood from the felled pine.

Wood from the felled pine.

The thing I love about cleaning up all of this wood is that I get to use my axes. Just quietly, I have an axe thing, and find they are the best therapy/work-out you could ask for. Nothing will release stress as well as spending a couple of hours beating the shit out of things with an axe.

I love me some axes!

I love me some axes!

We also finished up the fence around the meat bird/citrus area. This included tearing down the dodgy fence that was around the rainwater tanks, and cleaning up the accumulated piled crap. This included dirt piled against the fence, which had of course rotted the wood and become a pathway for white ants.

Pulling down the crappy fence around the water tanks.

Pulling down the crappy fence around the water tanks.

This opened up the entire area, and made it much more attractive.  As with all of these projects, we salvaged what we could. In this case we were able to save some 100mm square posts, some of the better boards, and even found some slate piled in with the crap. Even with me being quite anal about keeping every single thing we could that would possibly ever be useful to us, our bonfire pile was steadily growing…

This month saw some new additions to our feather/fur family also.  Linhda bought three new egg birds off of Gumtree.  She picked them up from a place only 10 minutes from us. They are apparently Plymouth crosses, though I’m sure one is a Maran.

New ladies!

New ladies!

The new chickens are quite pretty, not to mention large. The weird thing about them is that their eggs are quite small. Our Isa Browns are significantly smaller, but lay eggs more consistently and also that are much larger.  In fact, one of the new ones has never laid an egg. I think I’ve narrowed it down to the Maran (the black one).  The two huge white ones lay quite small white eggs.

Lastly, and most importantly, we got a new dog! Her name is Tatyl and she was Peyton’s early 18th birthday present. We saved her from the pound and she’s a kelpie cross. To be honest, we were aiming for a lap dog, but she turned out to be quite tall and lanky. She looks like a bit like a large fox or coyote in profile. Her kelpie instincts have also made her… problematic with the poultry.  She’s gorgeous though, and firmly part of the family.

Tatyl dog!

Tatyl dog!

Bruce and Tatyl bonding.

Bruce and Tatyl bonding.

The cool thing about Tatyl is that she has the same markings and coat type as Domino. She looks like the product of a kelpie getting over the fence and into Domino.

Finally, this was the month that we found out how painful goats can be with fences. We had been expecting pain with them trying to get out, but we’ve never had one escape. Rather, they like to stick their heads through the sheep panel, after which their horns stop them getting out. The really frustrating thing is that they’ll be in a paddock FULL of feed, but stick their head through to nibble some dry gum leaf, get stuck, and then scream at you to come get them out.  We worked a way around this, but it didn’t happen in March…

Bruce laughing at the stuck goat.

Bruce laughing at the stuck goat.

Wood, Goats, Chicken Poop, and Tasty, Tasty Chicken…

February was a huge month for cleaning up. We were able to rip up more of the crappy plants from the back (seriously, why do South Australians insist on planting palms?!).  We also cleaned up and thinned more of the gum trees.

Shitty palms.

Shitty palms.

Shitty palms gone!

Shitty palms gone!

How all palms in S.A. should end up - as bonfire material.

How all palms in S.A. should end up – as bonfire material.

Cutting back the gums, and in some cases taking out the smaller ones altogether, seems a little harsh. However, it really was necessary. There were smaller gums planted in random spots that got in the way of our productive fruit area.  We left the ones that were up next to the fences (if they were healthy), or that wouldn’t shade our fruit trees. Also, the flowering gums planted around the border are quite scrubby, with multiple long straight limbs. They end up growing over everything, covering paths and in many cases leaning on the fences.  They were in dire need of trimming.

Even the big gums needed attention, as there were some quite thick limbs casting shade where it wasn’t wanted, or at risk of dropping at the wrong time on the wrong things (e.g. sheds).

This process netted us quite a bit of fire wood, along with some scrubby stuff for outdoor fires, some thinner stuff we mulched, and anything left over went on our bonfire pile.

We would have moved several tonnes of wood this month, and in some cases moved it twice as we really hadn’t planned our wood pile situation well. We also checked out the price of wood on a trip to a landscape yard, and it ranged from $350 to $450 a tonne! While we haven’t cut any of our trees specifically for wood, the fringe benefit of having fire wood we don’t have to pay for is awesome.

I think it was also around this time that we decided to hire a cherry picker and spend a day or two doing the tree maintenance properly. For one, February is WAY too hot to be out there cutting and lugging wood. Mostly, however, it’s too dangerous to be perched in a tree or hanging off of a ladder with a heavy chainsaw. I really did scare myself a couple of times…

This was also the month when we got our first goats.  Linhda has a friend who, as chance would have it, lives all of 2 kilometres down the road and breeds meat (Boer) goats. We ordered two from him, which he kindly delivered.

Tasty, tasty cuteness.

Tasty, tasty cuteness.

It took dad and me nearly a full weekend to fix up the fence in the back paddock in readiness of the goats. We followed this with about a day’s worth or work doing the same to the fences at the front of the house.  We had to make them goat-proof, which meant tying up any dodgy wire, pinning down stretches they might try and squeeze under, and banging in any droppers that were holding wire too far off the ground. At the same time, we took the opportunity to start trimming back the flowering gums along the border, as some of them were hurting the fence.

One of our many loads of wood.

One of our many loads of wood.

The goats checking out the action.

The goats checking out the action.

Curious goats...

Curious goats…

Going...

Going…

Under...

Under…

And through! Apparently that's easier than going around.

And through! Apparently that’s easier than going around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My brother visited right after we got the goats too.

Dave comes to visit. To visit us, not the goats.

Dave comes to visit. To visit us, not the goats.

We ran into poultry difficulties, mainly due to the volume of poultry we had.  We now had egg birds, breeding ducks for meat, and meat chooks, and we had to house them all.  We did some shuffling to accommodate the numbers. At the time I put this down to a lack of planning, but now I’m not so sure.  It’s a year on and we still run into these difficulties sometimes.

Our poultry problems were mostly alleviated by taking the meat chooks to “the other farm”. This is a different “the other farm” <link> than the one we take the sheep and goats to. We were equally lucky to find a poultry processing place about 5 minutes further on from the country butcher abattoir. The place is a little confronting, as their “kill room” is next to the loading dock where all of their customers first arrive. Still, part of this process is reconnecting with where our food comes from and I see this as an integral part of that. Also, it lets me know definitively that the birds are killed correctly.

Meat chooks all grown up!

Meat chooks all grown up!

Big Chook!

Big Chook!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We dropped off 23 chickens, and got back 46kg of dressed meat. That’s math even I can do, with an average of 2kg per bird. We estimated that it cost something like $6 a bird from start to finish, and we were thrilled. That’s a very affordable outcome, the birds were big, and we knew they’d been raised correctly with green feed, exercise, time to grow, and no mistreatment. We’ve improved this process even more, and produce birds twice the size for the same cost.  I’ll explain that more in the Stock Animals section.

I’ve never been big on doing entire roast chickens at home, mostly because they never turn out anything like the rotisserie birds you can buy. However, we were determined to have entire roast birds, so I went out and bought a rotisserie for my BBQ. None of us had ever done this before, and we weren’t quite ready for the results. Our first try was, hands-down, no exaggeration, the best chicken we’d ever eaten. It’s either a very forgiving way to cook chicken, or I’m some kind of savant roast chook dude, because every one we’ve done since has been as good or better.

First go at rotisserie chicken

First go at rotisserie chicken

Best. Chicken. EVER!

Best. Chicken. EVER!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our final poultry development was clucky ducks! All three Muscovies (Muscovites?) was clucky and sitting on eggs.  There weren’t a heap of eggs, but they were definitely nesting on them and protective of them. WooHoo!

I had planned our veggie patch in some detail. In fact, seeing as we’d had some months before we moved in where I could do nothing on the place, I’d spent an almost obsessive amount of time planning the veggie patch, including the dimensions, rotations system, irrigation, etc.  In preparation for that, I wanted to have some manure delivered. I called the manure man (I actually think that’s his business name) and organised to have their largest load of chook poop delivered.

Apparently chicken shit is big business.  There are huge commercially run chicken farms all over our area, with a 6 week turn around in chooks.  That means a huge turn over in the manure, and this guy was working 7 days a week trying to keep up.

I may have overestimated just how much chook poop we needed.  Their biggest load was 28 cubic metres, which is somewhere between 10 and 12 tonnes.  At the time that seemed reasonable, but we were later to find that it was a bit too much…

The pile of crap starting...

The pile of crap starting…

The pile of crap growing...

The pile of crap growing…

The pile of crap almost done...

The pile of crap almost done…

The pile of crap unloaded!

The pile of crap unloaded!

February was also a bit of a sad month. We lost one of our egg chooks. We’d bought Isa Browns in the suburbs, and they really are awesome. They lay almost daily, the eggs are huge, and they’re just lovely birds. The thing with these newer breeds of birds is they’re not as long-lived as the old-school ladies. Back in the day they’d live a few years beyond their productive life. Nowadays, because they’re so prolific, they die a bit younger. From a purely production point-of-view, that’s probably ideal, but it’s still sad to lose them.  The lady we lost was named “Henrick”, and she was Linhda’s.

The really sad thing is that Peyton’s cat, Mal, was hit by a car. I’m not a fan of outside cats at all, but Mal had some issues that meant he’d become a shed cat.  Early in the month dad found Mal on the side of the road, and he became the first pet in the Atherton pet cemetery. He was more than a little crazy, but Mal really was a sweet cat and we all loved him. He is still missed.

Mal as a kitten.

Mal as a kitten.

Mal grown up. So pretty!

Mal grown up. So pretty!

January 2012 Facebook Farm Statuses

I was semi-documenting our activities via Facebook, and want to include some Facebook statuses in each of these 2012 monthly posts. That’s a little self-indulgent, but I’m comfortable with that. 🙂

  • Linhda tried to name the sheep we dropped off today “Bessie”. The only problems were that it was a dude, and it wasn’t a cow. Also, it was clearly a “Toby”…
  • Peyton just realised that we can’t get home-delivered Chinese food at the farm, and now she’s sad. Bloody townies…
  • First snake on the farm. Awesome.
  • Half the stupid ornamental garden out the back is gone and replanted with stuff we can eat. Along with a few new fruit trees and a new meat bird area. Yay for progress, even if it feels like slow progress.
  • 12 tomato plants and 18 chilli plants. That sounds like the right ratio to me…
  • Just ran into our first problem with raising our own meat. Sheep only have 4 legs, which apparently means only 4 lamb shanks. Those things are freaking awesome! I’m going to invent an 8 legged sheep. It’s a billion dollar idea!
  • Built a fence. For my meat chickens. With my dad. Farm-freaking-tastic!
  • The meat bird chicks are nearly 4 weeks old. They went from cute day-old chicks to ugly-as-sin within 2 days. Now they’re getting cute again dammit! AND they’re trying to bond with me! Stupid, cute, tasty animals…
  • The meat bird chicks have decided two things. Firstly, I’m a source of food and therefore should be followed around at all times. Secondly, the hairs on my legs are tasty and should be pecked at all times. Seriously, it’s like a scene from an Orson Wells movie every time I set foot in there!
  • Today I got to use my angle grinder. On metal. With sparks. Inside. Loudly. It was a good day.
  • Second snake. Awesomer.
  • Fun Farm Fact #78: That “pebble” in your boot may very well be sheep shit.
  • Today, after watching our new drake get three of the other ducks to… give him piggy back rides, and all before breakfast, I decided to name him “Ron Jeremy”. He’s a little fat guy who gets lots of action. BooYah! In related news, Linhda named her favourite duck “Bubbles”. Feel free to heap scorn on her.
Bruce loves those Facebook statuses!

Bruce loves those Facebook statuses!

Post Move In

Our first full month in the house was incredibly hectic. This was made more so by the fact that I was offered a big promotion right at the start of the month that had me travelling a bit more. I spent most of the month interstate, though was home for the weekends.

We did a heap of standard maintenance type stuff, including:

  • Fixing rain water drainage that had been let go.
  • Fixed some more plumbing. I swear that every tap on this property, both inside and out, leaked when we moved in.
  • Trimmed trees and stacked fire wood.
  • Had our new machinery serviced.
  • Welded up our trailer.
  • Made feed/water containers for the stock.
  • We were able to reclaim some stock sheds that had been left in the back paddock.
  • Generally cleaned up the shit that had been left behind.

These are basic farm day-to-day chores that we do all the time; however, that first month was full of this kind of work. The place had been a rental for several years and then empty for nearly a year, and was in dire need of some TLC.

Ugly bamboo cladding. It must burn!

Ugly bamboo cladding. It must burn!

Uglee bamboo cladding, ugly fence, ugly area.

Uglee bamboo cladding, ugly fence, ugly area.

Ugly garden and swing set.

Ugly garden and swing set.

Ugly ornamental garden.

Ugly ornamental garden.

We had some nice early self-sufficiency wins, specifically in terms of water, raising meat, and our veggie/fruit areas.

WATER

We have two rainwater tanks situated at the back of our “little” shed. They collect the water off the shed, car port, and maybe a quarter to a third of the house. We estimate that they total about 27k litres of water, which isn’t much more than a tenth of what the property can collect.

I bought a pump for them, and we worked out how to both use the tank water for the lawn and veggies and also how to hook it into a drum so we can fertilise out of it.

We also organised some grey water capture, but found that there’s already a system in place that takes much of the grey water straight out to the lawn area. That works poorly, but at least is better than dumping that water.

One note on the lawn: I hate lawn. With a passion I hate it. I can’t think of a more wasteful use of resources or my time. However, we have dogs and my beautiful girlfriend is determined that the dogs have grass to crap on. My compromise is that I only water it using grey water or rain water, and care for it as little as humanly possible.  I want to reclaim some of it for veggies, but it has two big trees in it that make it too shady.

MEAT

We took our first sheep to “the other farm” right at the start of the month. “The other farm” is what Linhda calls the abattoir we use. We were really very luck in that we found a butcher with its own abattoir about 20 minutes from where we live.  We book the animal in, drop it off on the weekend, and then go back a week later for the meat. It’s also super-affordable when you’re talking about things like sheep and goats.

This was quite a big step for us. We hadn’t had this sheep for long, but we’d still hand fed and bonded with it. We’ve always been a family that is top-heavy with pets, and keeping our own meat animals was something I’d seen as a big challenge for us. However, it all went well and within a week of moving in we had our own farm-reared meat.  To be honest, the sheep was too small and we should have left him for a month or three longer.  We were a little impatient though.

Our first rack of lamb. Poor, tasty Todd.

Our first rack of lamb. Poor, tasty Todd.

We also got some more ducks, specifically to breed for meat. We chose Muscovy as the breed, which is actually a breed of goose rather than ducks. Either way, they breed without human intervention, lay nice eggs, and are pleasantly ugly.

Ducks in a wading pool. Nothing more needs to be said.

Ducks in a wading pool. Nothing more needs to be said.

VEGGIES/FRUIT

My kids got us a couple of citrus trees for Christmas, so we created a citrus area. We fenced it off to use as a meat bird area, allowing them green forage while keeping them away from the dogs. This is also where the existing fruit trees are, of which an apricot, lemon, and the big mulberry survived. This means some nice windfall fruit for the birds also.

Fencing in the meat bird/fruit area.

Fencing in the meat bird/fruit area.

Escapee!

Escapee!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The big job for this month was reclaiming the horrid ornamental garden as productive area. It was full of privet, bitey prickly conifers of both the prostrate and standard varieties, geraniums, and agapanthus. The vendor hadn’t even been able to tell us exactly where the septic tank was because they’d allowed this horrible garden to grow over everything.

Reclaiming this part of the garden involved lots and lots and lots of digging, chopping, and grubbing. There was nothing for it but to manually drag all of the crappy plants out, after which we carted in nice organic loam.  The soil here is thick, sticky clay, so we opted for raised beds.

Shitty garden full of shitty plants.

Shitty garden full of shitty plants.

Shitty plants gone!

Shitty plants gone!

Horrible plants becoming the start of a bonfire.

Horrible plants becoming the start of a bonfire.

Becoming productive.

Becoming productive.

It took a long time, over the hottest part of summer, but we ended up with the largest bed, which would be a big veggie patch in any suburban garden, turned into a productive bed growing corn, carrots, tomatoes, and chillies.

Black Russians!

Black Russians!

There were also some miscellaneous things of note to happen in January.  Firstly, we moved dad in. This went quite smoothly, though his 3m x 3m shed did fall on him as we were moving it. Don’t worry though – I was able to get some good pictures before I dragged it off of him.

Some see dad trapped. I see a photo opportunity.

Some see dad trapped. I see a photo opportunity.

Secondly, we experienced our first snakes.  In fact, we had three.  They were eastern browns, and are the second deadliest land snake in the world. The really curious thing is that our neighbour, who has lived in the area for nearly 60 years and who has lived next door for nearly 25 years, hadn’t seen a snake for a few years.

Slowly starting to come together...

Slowly starting to come together…

Pre-Move In

We had the keys a few weeks before moving in. This gave us a chance to get some things done, and let us have Christmas without any moving stress.  For a couple of weeks before Christmas we did things like:

  • Fix external plumbing. The big shed is fully plumbed, but the water was turned off. All we could get from the vendor was that a pipe had been cracked, and rather than fix it they’d isolated the shed and left it. We also had vague directions as to where the isolation valve/tap was. It took some digging, but we uncovered a heap of pipe work and found a ball valve a couple of feet down in the chook run. Seriously, the pipe had been cracked, they’d turned off the tap and then buried it! It took a while to work that out, after which we fixed the original leak, fixed some taps in the shed, and then had water back
  • Fixed the chook coop.  It’s a nicely built coop and run, but I don’t think it had been used in many years.  It has corrugated iron running length-wise along the bottom, and then chook wire up to 6 feet or so.  The wire was falling down, the iron was coming away from the uprights, and the gate was knackered. I had estimated that it’d take 2 hours to fix, and it ended up being a 10 to 12 hour job.  I was in there on Christmas morning, before I got my kids, finishing it up.
Horribly maintained chook coop and run.

Horribly maintained chook coop and run.

  • Get some stock.
    • I picked up some meat chooks and got them situated in the big shed in my snake’s old vivarium.  I was expecting about a 50% mortality rate as I’d never done this before and baby birds are fragile.  With that in mind I ordered 20 as a starter, but the factory gave me 23. I suspect that they don’t count as much as they estimate them by the handful.  Either way, we got 23 expecting about 10 to make it. Spoiler alert: all 23 made it.

      Baby meat birds!

      Baby meat birds!

This "little" guy is only 2 weeks old!

This “little” guy is only 2 weeks old!

    • Get some sheep. We bought 4 sheep from a guy out near Mallala.  They were merinos or merino crosses, and so not specifically meat animals.
Curious sheep are curious.

Curious sheep are curious.

  • Organise feed for the stock.
  • Thin some trees. There are many, many trees on the property, and some are planted in completely random spots. For example, there is access to the rear paddock down both sides of the property, but a couple of big melaleucas had been allowed to grow up in the middle of one, making it useless. We’ve spent a lot of time fixing that, and that started before we moved in.
Thinning some trees.

Thinning some trees.

Side access almost completely blocked by poorly maintained trees.

Side access almost completely blocked by poorly maintained trees.

  • Get some machinery, including a trailer, chainsaws, a rotary hoe, and an awesome mulcher.
Mulcher. This thing is a beast!

Mulcher. This thing is a beast!

I had vague plans to try and use this on a large scale to do the back paddock. That was stupid.

I had vague plans to try and use this on a large scale to do the back paddock. That was stupid.

Don't let the badge fool you - it's a Chinese knock-off.

Don’t let the badge fool you – it’s a Chinese knock-off.

  • I also did some inside work, including painting, ripping out carpet, replacing the air conditioner etc.

Searching, searching, searching…

I had started looking at houses in the country pretty much as soon as I moved back. In fact, it became a hobby for me and my youngest daughter, Gemma. We’d look online just about every weekend, and then rush out to any open inspections we could find. The suburb we were in wasn’t bad, but the suburbs by definition just give me the shits. Seriously, I can’t stand them. The cookie-cutter houses, the yards full of lawn and palm trees, all morphing into the same yard repeated ad nauseam. There was a distinct lack of soul in both the houses and their gardens, and I wanted more.

It wasn’t the people so much. I actually made a huge effort to get to know my neighbours. Too often people live on top of each other and yet are completely alone. I find that a little sad, and so got to know at least the three people surrounding us. I even used the garden and the poultry to help, giving our neighbours home-made jam, produce, and eggs. In the end, one of our neighbours was saving all of their scraps and feeding the chooks and ducks over the fence. They even went so far as not killing the giant orb-weaver spiders that sprang up every year, because they knew that we refused to use insecticides.

None of that changed the fact that I had a burning desire to not be there.  Our biggest barrier early on was financial.  I had a great job, but was paying a lot of extra support for my kids and interest rates were threatening to go through the roof. That made my first requirement a financial downgrade – I wanted to find a cheaper place. Luckily, that’s not hard to do when you’re making a tree change.

My second requirement was to find a house with character. My real problem with the suburbs, apart from suburbanites, is that the houses have no imagination or soul. Seriously, they all look the same. The old houses we saw in the country, however, could be gorgeous! They were often quirky and oozed character.

Our country house search and garden design/redesign in the suburbs went on in parallel. Half-way through we also found permaculture and revamped our productive garden. As our garden evolved, so did our house search requirements.  We started looking at small houses (2 bedrooms, small blocks).

Little house in Greenock. Beautiful, but seriously small.

Little house in Greenock. Beautiful, but seriously small.

We evolved to more normal sized houses, and quarter to half acre blocks.

Church at Hamley Bridge.

Church at Hamley Bridge.

Hamley Bridge Church on about a-third-of-an-acre.

Hamley Bridge Church on about a-third-of-an-acre.

Hamley Bridge Masonic Hall on maybe a third-of-an-acre.

Hamley Bridge Masonic Hall on maybe a third-of-an-acre.

Settler's Cottage in Lyndoch, set on about three quarters of an acre.

Settler’s Cottage in Lyndoch, set on about three quarters of an acre.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Within a couple of years we were looking at places with around an acre.

The Butter Factory at Birdwood, on an acre.

The Butter Factory at Birdwood, on an acre.

This is what happens when you leave a teenage girl with the camera, even at an open house...

This is what happens when you leave a teenage girl with the camera, even at an open house…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By the end we had looked at countless places, some great and some truly horrible. The size of the blocks was tending up, and the focus was changing from the house to the land. The place that pushed us over the edge was in Kalbeeba, just East of Gawler. It was on a hectare, which was bigger than we’d really seriously considered before. More than that though, the people who owned it opened our eyes to raising our own meat. If you believed in fate you’d get all goose bumpy at this part. It’s still a cool story even if you’re smart enough to know that fate is crap.

The Kalbeeba place had sheep and these giant chooks. We got to chatting with the owners, and found that they raised these animals for their own consumption. The sheep were dorpers, which is a meat breed that sheds its wool. The chooks were cobbs, and the guy explained where he got them from and how they worked.

I’m going to blog about the stock separately, and will try and remember to put links in here when that’s all sorted. Either way, raising our own meat had never really occurred to me before. Doing veggies and fruit on a larger scale had been at the forefront of my mind, and I’d always assumed raising meat was tough.  As it turns out (spoiler alert!) raising meat is the easy part. Seriously, things like sheep and beef are pretty much fire-and-forget. Pigs and chooks take a bit more work, but it’s all fun, and the results are fantastic!

Anyway, the result was that we expanded our focus – we wanted enough land to raise stock and veggies/fruit. We could have done it at that Kalbeeba place, but a week later found our current place.  Our place was almost a full $200k cheaper, was more than a full half-acre larger, and has two big sheds, one of which is truly huge and fully lined with refrigeration panelling.  I’d started looking at two-bedroom places on postage stamp sized blocks with a focus on quirky and character-filled house, and ended up with a large house, still quirky but relatively modern, on three acres with everything we needed for full self-sufficiency.

Inviting Nature In!

One of the points that Josh Byrne makes when talking about permaculture on Gardening Australia is that it “creates a habitat for life around us”.  He talks about it more on the DVD, and refers to permaculture as inviting nature in. This is something that we’ve noticed, both in our suburban yard and in our country place.

Our suburban house was surrounded by other, uninspiring suburban houses, which were surrounded by uninspiring suburban yards. Seriously, how many agapanthus, diosmas, and ugly palm trees can one suburb have?!  Over several years we transformed our yard and made it as productive as we could.  It took a while to notice, but the wildlife increase was huge! We had a heap of extra insects, which led to a multitude of birds.

I think the thing I noticed first was the spiders. I understand that spiders are a sore point for some people, but I’ve always found them fascinating. Being Australian I have a healthy respect for them, and the damage they can do, but they really can be quite beautiful. Over a few years we noticed waves of orb weavers cropping up in our yard.  They even started to spill into our neighbour’s yard, much to their disgust. 🙂

This beautiful lady made her home in our front yard.

This beautiful lady made her home in our front yard.

Now we’ve noticed the same thing on our three acres.  A year ago we moved in and had a heap of sparrows and starlings. Apart from an owl we saw one time, there were no birds of prey.  Our three acres had never been used productively, and had a grand-total of 4 fruit trees on it, 3 of which had been mutilated to the point of being nearly useless.

A year on and we’ve changed it so that most of our three acres is now productive, with two acres under crop, an orchard area with somewhere near 60 fruit-bearing plants, around 400 square metres of veggie producing area, along with chooks, ducks, goats, pigs, and cows (at present).  The difference to the wildlife on the place has been amazing! We have wattle birds, honey eaters, rosellas, galahs, other-parrots-I-don’t-know-the-name-of, willy-wag-tails, magpie larks, and magpies, none of which were here a year ago. Better than that though, we have birds of prey! We have both kites and falcons hanging around.

This change would be subtle if we didn’t know why it was happening and if we hadn’t experienced it before. We’re slowly conditioning the soil and making habitats for the things that the birds and rodents prey on (the creepy crawlies). In turn the things that prey on them show up.

Of course, we’ve seen an increase in things we don’t want to see. We have a rabbit where our neighbour tells us there hasn’t been any in years.  We also have some destructive insects to deal with. However, the benefits FAR outweigh the negatives, and it’s freaking fascinating seeing a tangible response on an ecosystem scale to what we’re doing here.