Lucky Duck!!!!!

Our ducks started sitting on eggs at the start of October. They ended up on 10 or 12. They don’t have a great record when it comes to hatching. They’ll be sitting on a stack, but end up hatching only 2 or 3. In those cases, most of the eggs that don’t hatch are duds; however, you always get a few that have ducklings in them but that have been left.

To us, who are admittedly amateurs, it looks like the mums hatch a few eggs, seem happy with those babies, and then forget the rest of the eggs. Part of the problem might be that there are always 2 or 3 broody mums at the same time, and so the eggs hatch over several days. The mums may get the first round of babies, figure they’re done, and so stop being broody. Either way, it sucks and we’ve been working on ways to fix it.

This time around we had 6 hatch, though we had a couple of squashings as the drake was still in there. Being a mammoth muskovy, he’s a big boy, and the babies aren’t safe. The squashed babies may not have hatched properly, so it may not be entirely his fault. We moved him out anyway.

One of the three mums was sitting on one egg in the corner. The other two were together the entire time, and were quite aggressive to that lone girl. Once the 4 babies were born it got to the stage where they just attacked the single girl, and I let her out of the run. Her egg sat there on its own, and after a day I figured it was dead. I picked it up, and it felt light. It was certainly stone cold, and I couldn’t hear or feel movement. I was positive that it was dead after checking it over, and so threw it to the pigs.

I need to set the stage here. I didn’t just throw it to the pigs. I took it to a trough and slung it in. My aim was to crack what I was sure was a rotten egg. As it turns out, it split around the middle, and exposed half a duckling. I was amazed to see that it had been fertile. I was freaking astounded when that duckling started to move.

I grabbed the duckling up before the pigs could make a snack out of it. I was sure that I’d killed it. I mean, it was mostly dead from being out all day and being stone cold. I had no idea if it was still a few days from being due to hatch, and I’d thrown it with force into a pig trough. None of those things are conducive to a healthy or happy birth.

It’s normally a bad idea to hatch chicks or ducklings manually. You let them do as much as they can, maybe giving the weak ones a small hand. That was clearly not an option here, and I manually hatched this guy as quickly as I could.

We had a brooder set up full of chicks, but I couldn’t put him in there. I ended up getting a small glass tank and putting that in the brooder – the duckling got the heat he needed without being swamped by crazy chicks.

The duckling was moving around and making noise, but I had no faith at all that it’d make it. I mean, how could it?! However, the next day I got up and he was up and moving. Over the next few days I had him with me as much as I could, and spent quite a few hours working at my desk with this little duck snuggled between my jumper collar and my neck/shoulder.

I named this duck “Lucky”, and clearly don’t have to explain why. 🙂

Lucky at about a day old.

Lucky at about a day old.

Lucky spent several days living in his little BIB (Brooder-In-a-Brooder), and was eating and drinking. As much as I loved having him around, it made sense to get him back with his brothers/sisters/cousins. I was worried how the mums would react though. Lucky was much, much smaller than the other ducklings, and the mums had never been involved with him.

It took a couple of tries over a couple of days, but the mums eventually accepted Lucky. It was amazing seeing him running around with his much bigger siblings. The largest duckling is literally 3 times the size of Lucky, but he fits right in and is always part of the pack.

Lucky is the middle one. The size difference is noticeable.

Lucky is the middle one. The size difference is noticeable.

This has taught me to be careful with the eggs I think are duds. The mums left behind 4 or 5 other eggs. I checked them and each had a fully developed duckling, though all had been left and were dead. We didn’t have a single infertile egg in this batch, and potentially could have ended up with a dozen ducklings. I like the mums hatching them, rather than taking the fertile eggs off of them. What we’ll do next time though, is let the mums hatch their handful and then we’ll take the rest of the eggs and put them in the incubator.

 

Learning All The Time…

We’ve been ridiculously time-poor lately, to the point where the blog is a couple of months behind. Looking back, however, we actually managed to squeeze a fair bit of farm stuff into that couple of months. I’m going to summarize that time by listing the many, many, many things we learned.

Chooks – breeding them and eating them.

New babies!

New babies!

 

We hatched a couple of batches of chooks – both ours and a friend’s. Our hatch rate is good, but we’re losing the babies after the fact. I think we made a couple of mistakes, including putting them out in the brooder too soon when it was a cold night, swapping them to grain too early, and having too many in our larger A-frame brooder. Even with those mistakes we still have a heap of young ones on their way up. Now we need to have room to keep them. Along those lines, we created our 5th poultry area around that time, putting some egg ducks around the side near Farmer John’s place.

We processed a couple of batches of chooks, and both went well. The new neck-breaker works very well, though you have to be aware that the birds do still flap around which can be disconcerting if you’re not ready for it. The automatic plucker works a treat if kept down to 2 or 3 birds. In theory it can take a half-dozen, but that doesn’t work well.

Lining up the meat birds...

Lining up the meat birds…

 

The other thing we know for a fact is that “dual purpose” birds aren’t always great for meat, particularly not roasting. Our Australorps and Australorp cross roosters are lean and dark. The meat is great for soups, stock, and slow cooking, but really no good for roasting. The Cobbs, on the other hand, are amazing roasters, as evidenced by the layer of fat in them.

That layer of fat is why the Cobbs roast so well.

That layer of fat is why the Cobbs roast so well.

Best. Charcoal. Chicken. EVER!

Best. Charcoal. Chicken. EVER!

 

This just demonstrates to me that we need to push forward with our plans to make our own cross-bred dual purpose bird. I want one that leans heavily towards meat. I don’t care if the birds give us only 150 eggs a year – I’ll keep 30 of them if I need to. I just want babies I can raise as nice, fat roasters.

The other thing we learned is that the automatic plucker may not be great for ducks. The one duck we processed just seemed to fluff up in the plucker. We’ll try the Muscovy ducks we have, which are actually geese, and see how they go. If push comes to shove, we can always just skin them.

Pigs – also breeding and eating them.

Honey Pig had 13 babies at the start of September. All were born live, but two were definitely on the edge and neither made it the night. The big thing we learned here is that mumma pigs will clean up the dead babies if left to it. That worried me at first, but research showed that it’s a natural instinct. Gross, but natural.

The thing that strikes me about this is that Honey’s litter mortality is 15%, which is around the industry standard. Like all of our sows, she gives birth in a farrowing shed with a creep area set up for the babies – no stalls, no crates. She can be a straight-up bitch at times, but she’s a great mum and I love her. 🙂

We took a couple of batches of pigs to “The Other Farm” over this time period. The first included Bertha, our first teenage pregnancy, who was the star of our own pig-in-a-day. She was planned to be a baconer for us and some friends some months earlier when we discovered she was pregnant. It didn’t save her though, as she was a terrible mum and really seemed to like busting fences.

Bertha! You don't realize just how much meat 90kg is until you have to deal with it.

Bertha! You don’t realize just how much meat 90kg is until you have to deal with it.

This became 2 hams.

This became 2 hams.

 

Bertha dressed out to 89 kilograms, and was the perfect size with the perfect amount of fat for what we were after.

We experimented more with bacon and sausages, and it worked out well. We need to play with both quite a bit more, but the results are invariably fantastic.

Belly and loin cuts ready to be baconed!

Belly and loin cuts ready to be baconed!

Bacon vac-sealed.

Bacon vac-sealed.

Bertha sausages.

Bertha sausages.

With the exception of the bread, this is a fully home-grown, home-made breakfast!

With the exception of the bread, this is a fully home-grown, home-made breakfast!

 

I think we’re a bit spoiled when it comes to these home-made smallgoods. I’ve had results that I thought were average relative to what we’ve done in the past, while friends who try the same product rave about how good it is. That’s a nice problem to have. 🙂

We also tried our first hams from Bertha. Linhda put down 2 wet-cured hams, and they both turned out well. Again, we need to play with the recipes a bit, but the results were delicious. After curing we smoked the hams and then baked them. We’re still a ways from air-dried ham.

Baking the first ham.

Baking the first ham.

 

The other thing I’m determined to get right and to make a staple is brawn. I started making it to ensure that we used the entire animal, and was mildly surprised that it was so tasty. 🙂 This time I think we got it almost right. The only thing I want to do is increase the spice a bit.

Bertha Brawn ingredients - head, trotters, heart, and tongue.

Bertha Brawn ingredients – head, trotters, heart, and tongue.

Simmering away.

Simmering away.

Meat, fat, skin all stripped off.

Meat, fat, skin all stripped off.

Put into a container, pressed in firmly, with a little bit of aspic on top.

Put into a container, pressed in firmly, with a little bit of aspic on top.

And the results were perfect!

And the results were perfect!

My favourite way to eat brawn - frying it removes most of the grease and it crisps up beautifully.

My favourite way to eat brawn – frying it removes most of the grease and it crisps up beautifully.

 

We also made stock, which is standard now for this kind of activity. I bang on about how good home-made stock is, and how you can’t really know the difference until you try it. Seriously though, it is amazing.

Home-made stock. Delicious!

Home-made stock. Delicious!

 

We also had the obligatory spit-pig. 🙂 This one was for Gemma’s 18th birthday party. We’re getting better with the spit-pigs, but it’s still more art than science.

Spit-pig for Gemma's 18th.

Spit-pig for Gemma’s 18th.

We also took one of our original sows to “The Other Farm”. This was huge for us, and for me personally. My end-game with our little hobby farm was always to get pigs, and that started with two sisters and their brother – Honey, Smoked, and Ham. Ham ended up in our freezer within 5 months or so, and the two sisters were our first breeders. While Honey had just had her 3rd litter, Smoked couldn’t get pregnant after her first. She was in with Boris through 5 or 6 consecutive heat cycles, and while they certainly mated, she wasn’t getting pregnant.

 

In these cases the small-holder faces a difficult choice. Well, difficult if you love your pigs the way I love mine. A quarter-ton sow isn’t a pet, no matter how much you interact with them. If she’s given you many litters and you have the space, then you can give her some slack and I’d never begrudge the food it would take to let her live her days out in peace. However, when she’s young, given you one smallish litter, and has many unproductive years ahead of her, the practical choice is to make her a “chopper”.

 

I saw this as a big test for us, and again, for me personally. As hard a decision as it was, I think it was the right one, and we shared Smoked Pig with 3 other couples. We spent an entire weekend processing her 170kg dressed weight, making bacon, sausages, brawn, and stock.

 

Smoked loaded and ready to go :(

Smoked loaded and ready to go 😦

That's from Smoked. They looked like dinosaur bones!

That’s from Smoked. They looked like dinosaur bones!

 

The mince and sausages from Smoked were amazing. I think the bacon left a little to be desired, though the other couples loved it. I think that the denser, slightly less fatty meat just didn’t take the cure as well. I think next time we’ll process the entire carcass into mince and sausages.

 

We made fresh pepperoni and smoked it for the first time. The results were fantastic! Unlike a cured sausage, these still need to be frozen. However, I’d use this over any store-bought version. I’ve only wanted to eat home-made pepperoni pizza since making them. 🙂

 

Home-grown, home-made, home-smoked pepperoni.

Home-grown, home-made, home-smoked pepperoni.

 

The brawn from Smoked was particularly good. The best part about that, however, was making it with friends. I got to demonstrate full use of the carcass to people who otherwise wouldn’t consider making that kind of dish. It went down well, and everybody had greasy fun making it.

 

Over this time period we took 7 or 8 porkers to “The Other Farm”. We changed up the timing of this a bit, and the results are great. Rather than taking them at the 5 or 6 month mark, we fed some on to 7 or 8 months. This puts them at around the 70kg mark, and I think we’ll get them a little bigger once we change around some feed mixes. There isn’t any more fat, and the prime cuts are just a little bigger. I think we’ll end up feeding all of our porkers on to this stage.

 

The last pig activity for this period was putting a couple into The Patch after most of the veggies were harvested. I think we’ll end up changing the veggie patch location, and will end up using chickens in the rotation rather than pigs. Still, having pigs in there is pretty cool, and they certainly have a blast.

 

Two of our sows spooning after spending the day eating their way through my veggie patch.

Two of our sows spooning after spending the day eating their way through my veggie patch.

 

Bees!

 

We managed to find an amateur apiarist to come help with our bee hive. Coincidentally, our hive split the day before he was due, the swarm taking up residence only 10 feet from the hive. The apiarist was able to catch this swarm and keep it, which was great.

 

We fixed up my hive – putting in a third super and fixing up the brooder box, which actually fell to pieces when we picked it up. The big lesson learned here is that I need a proper bee keeping suit. The apiarist had on overalls and a professional suit, and he got stung once. I had on a home-made contraption, and I got stung. A lot. Mostly on the stomach. It wasn’t awesome.

 

Farmer John found a swarm in an inverted concrete planter. Dad and I came up with a way to catch it by rigging a super on top of the planter so the bees are forced to enter and exit through it. The theory has worked well so far, and now we’re trying to work out how to move them out of the planter…

 

A swarm in a concrete planter. They must've been there for a little while, because that planter is FULL!

A swarm in a concrete planter. They must’ve been there for a little while, because that planter is FULL!

Step 1 - put down a base that'll support a super.

Step 1 – put down a base that’ll support a super.

Step 2 - put on the super so the bees need to go in and out via it.  We have no idea what Step 3 is...

Step 2 – put on the super so the bees need to go in and out via it. We have no idea what Step 3 is…

 

September and October were surprisingly productive, especially when you consider the dozen or so pigs we had processed. Our next challenge is to find more land, preferably over 40 acres, and see if we can increase our operation. Wish us luck.

 

Apparently dad is sick of the beer fridge being abused.

Apparently dad is sick of the beer fridge being abused.

Ziggy Pig LOVES to drink from the hose.

Ziggy Pig LOVES to drink from the hose.

Ethics vs Morals

People question the ethics of eating meat all the time, and it invariably leads to some raucous debate. That often leads to some raucous name-calling, but we’ll be avoiding that here… 🙂

First of all, there’s a difference between ethics and morals, and so by extension, between ethical and moral behavior. I believe that most of the arguments are really about morals, which is why so many of those discussions end badly. Let me explain.

Ethics are rules of conduct recognized in respect to a particular class of human action or a specific group or culture. Morals, on the other hand, are principles or habits with respect to right or wrong conduct. Morality is, by definition, a personal compass for right and wrong.

To take that one step further, ethics have an external source, that being our social system. By extension, that means that ethics are dependent on others for their definition.

Morals have an internal source, that being us as individuals. That means they are not dependent on others, but are an intensely personal thing.

Now, think about the way intensively farmed animals are treated in this country, and in pretty much every other country you can think of. If ethics are defined externally and come from our social system, then intensive farming is actually ethical. We condone it as a society every time we order that pulpy, shitty pork from Coles or Woollies. We give our implicit permission for it every time we buy battery-farmed eggs, or those ridiculous 7 week old fatty chickens that are peddled as a healthy option. By society’s very actions, be they driven by ignorance or apathy, we are making intensive farming ethically acceptable.

However, I found intensive farming morally reprehensible. I really can’t express just how angry it gets me, and I’ll save that rant for another post. For now, suffice it to say that while intensive farming may be accepted by society, and so be ethically acceptable to a lot of people, it should be questioned morally.

I firmly believe that ethics and morals should be constantly challenged, as they’re worth nothing unless they can stand up to scrutiny. May aim is to show people an alternative way to source their meat. By connecting people to where their meat comes from, I hope to challenge their moral stand-point on intensive farming. If you can influence enough individuals, then you can start influencing the society of which they are part. If you can do that, you can swing the ethical compass. If you can do that, you can affect true and lasting change.