Miller Farm Friday

25 11, 2016

Turkey Game

By |2016-11-21T07:45:23-06:00November 25th, 2016|Holidays, Miller Farm Friday, Thanksgiving|0 Comments

A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

One of my greatest treasures is the collection of music books from my Aunt Keta. She was a music teacher and she worked for a music publishing company so she had many, many books. She actually gave a kindergarten music book to me on my first birthday.

turkey-runI use it regularly in my classroom. One of the songs is called The Turkeys Run Away.   We sing it every November and play the game.

This year when I explained how to play the game, I found myself saying “I will be the farmer and I will chase the turkeys.”

For a brief moment, I thought about the last time I chased a turkey. It had not ended so well – I fractured my ankle.  I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and began to sing.

I am happy to report no teachers were harmed in the playing of this game.

18 11, 2016

Bella and the Gate

By |2016-11-09T14:03:41-06:00November 18th, 2016|Miller Farm Friday|2 Comments

Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

We contain our pack of dachshunds in the kitchen with a baby gate.

Every evening we take the gate down and allow the dogs to go into their kennels in the living room to sleep.  Occasionally the dogs will knock the gate down when we are not home and roam the house.

All except for Bella – she is terrified of the gate. She sits in the middle of the kitchen frozen in fear.

After years of stepping over the gate, we decided to invest in a walk-through gate. This would cut down on the number of falls for those of us who are less coordinated or who have weak ankles. (That would be Chicken Wrangler Sara.)gate

Beekeeper Brian ordered an easy step, metal walk-through safety gate.

Once it was installed, life became easier for everyone – except Bella.

The first night we opened the gate to let the dogs go into their kennels, Bella refused.

Rachel was prepared for her reaction.  She coaxed Bella over the gate with treats.rach

Bella has grown accustomed to the gate.  Only once in a while does she balk at going over it.

Bella is  a special dog. She fits right in on Miller Farm.

28 10, 2016

Color Project = Unexpected Results

By |2016-10-27T21:29:48-05:00October 28th, 2016|Miller Farm Friday|1 Comment

A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

Several months ago, Rachel began a color project with her Bantams. She built six different runs with coops and sorted the birds by breed and color.

Then she hatched eggs and got some very pretty birds. She also hatched some large fowl eggs.

These birds may not be as pretty as the Bantams but some of them are laying beautiful eggs.eggsPerhaps this was not the intended result of the color project but it is nice.

21 10, 2016

Ankle Alphabet

By |2016-10-13T11:26:23-05:00October 21st, 2016|Miller Farm Friday|0 Comments

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I am now doing the rehab exercises for my fractured ankle.

Having been through physical therapy five years ago when I sprained the same ankle, I was allowed to do the exercises at home. Therapy involves some stretches and writing the alphabet.

Writing the alphabet was the most challenging exercise because my left ankle is the one fractured. I am right-handed so figuring out how to “write” the alphabet with my left foot is difficult.

As I was trying to remember which way a “j” curves, I thought of the Chinese student living with us this year. If he sprains his ankle, will he have to “write” with his ankle in Chinese? chinese-jSomehow a plain English “j” seems less complicated.

14 10, 2016

Chicken Slide

By |2016-10-09T21:08:48-05:00October 14th, 2016|Miller Farm Friday|1 Comment

Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

The past few weeks have been difficult on Miller Farm.

Chicken Wrangler Sara’s sprained ankle ended up having a fracture. This has the daily routine a bit of a challenge.

Then we had a situation arise that has required tremendous emotional energy. I found myself going into survival mode – making it from one day to the next.

One morning I was letting the chickens out and wishing I could crawl back in bed.  Most of the chickens had run out of the coop when I saw one hen sliding down the ramp.slide

I had to smile in spite of all that is happening.

I can always count on the chickens to provide humor when it is needed most.

23 09, 2016

Turkey – 1, Chicken Wrangler Sara – 0

By |2016-09-21T22:11:46-05:00September 23rd, 2016|Miller Farm Friday|2 Comments

A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

I believe I mentioned in last week’s post that turkeys are not very smart. This is only half true.  They are smart enough to figure out how to get out of their pen but not smart enough to get back in.

This would not be a problem except that once the sun sets, they like to be in the coop with the chicks. Sunday night, one of the turkeys was on the wrong side of the fence and was quite distressed.  I felt sorry for it and tried to catch it and return it to the proper pen.

The chickens like to burrow in the dust and leave holes throughout the chicken yard.  These holes are hard to see when the sun sets.  One is in a particularly treacherous location, and I have thought many times that I should fill it in.

This has not yet happened.

Sunday night, I found the hole while I was trying to catch the wayward turkey.  I stepped in it and sprained my ankle.  I heard the pop as I fell to the ground.  I knew I was in trouble.ankleBeekeeper Brian returned the wayward turkey to the coop and then took Monday off work to take me to the doctor. The X-ray showed no break so I’m using crutches this week in the hopes that I can go without them next week.  The kids at school are being very helpful.

At least I have a good story to tell when people ask what happened.  And I will definitely enjoy the turkey next Thanksgiving.

16 09, 2016

Talking Turkey

By |2016-09-14T10:23:37-05:00September 16th, 2016|Miller Farm Friday|2 Comments

A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

A friend of ours recently borrowed our incubator to hatch turkey eggs. In exchange, we received two turkey chicks called poults.  What a deal!

We figured it couldn’t be very different from chickens. Now among our flock there are two turkeys.  And I can add to my list of fowl experience – chickens, ducks, geese, quail and now turkeys.

You might call me a poulterer – a person who deals in poultry. It was not on my list of things to be when I grow up but that is fine.

turkey2turkey1Turkeys are actually not as smart as chickens which is an amazing feat.

Baby turkeys do not know how to eat and drink when  they hatch and must be taught by other chicks.

Our friend borrowed two of our chicken chicks to show the turkeys the fine art of drinking and dining.  They apparently caught on because they are growing.

I suppose at some point they will be bigger than the chickens but until then everyone is getting along fine.

9 09, 2016

I Do Like Them Sam I Am

By |2016-09-06T09:07:14-05:00September 9th, 2016|Miller Farm Friday|1 Comment

A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

manillaWhen we lived in Mexico, we enjoyed the mangos very much.  They were manilla mangos,  which are unavailable here in the US.  Ataulfo

The closest we can get is an Ataulfo mango.

At the food pantry this Friday they had mangos that are more common in the US.  USThey do not taste the same and Beekeeper Brian does not like them.  So I decided I do not like them.

However, we tried a blackened chicken and mango recipe that was quite good.  I decided since I had an abundance of mangos, I would cut up and freeze some for use in this particular recipe.

As I was peeling and cutting mangos, I tasted one and discovered they are quite good.  Not the same as manilla mangos but good just the same.

I thought of the book Green Eggs and Ham.  After saying repeatedly, “I do not like green eggs and ham” the main character tries them and realizes he does like them.

I suppose I would eat mangos in a box, with a fox, in the rain, on a train…

26 08, 2016

Chick Incentives

By |2016-08-19T15:31:04-05:00August 26th, 2016|Miller Farm Friday, one word Wednesday|0 Comments

A Blog By Chicken Wrangler Sara

When I am not taking care of the animals on Miller Farm, I spend several hours a week teaching private piano lessons. When  I was 13  I wanted to be just like my piano teacher, Mrs. Black.  It is not always easy, but I enjoy the challenge.

For instance, I started a new student this summer who is enormously creative. I had him in my music class at the private school where I teach and he once told me his mother has a bow and arrow.  She hunts for food because they don’t have any at their house.  She was quite surprised to hear this and for weeks after that I asked what they were having for dinner.

So this new student, like many others, enjoys coming to piano lessons.  I mean who wouldn’t enjoy seeing a pack of dachshunds and a flock of chickens every week.

However, practicing at home was not nearly as exciting.  His mom, the huntress, expressed some concern. She didn’t want to make it miserable for him but knew without practice, he would make little progress.  So I told her I would pull out my bag of tricks.

In this “bag of tricks” I have little individual incentive charts where students can mark each day they practice.  For some, the promise of a piece of candy for five stickers is sufficient.

I was afraid this student would not be motivated by candy.  So I came up with a new incentive.

We happened to have baby chicks in the brooder in our garage.  (I wonder how many other people on our street can say that.)  When the chart had five stickers, I promised that my student could hold a baby chick.  He was quite excited.

Then he realized that his assigned piece on this week was two pages long.  He asked what would happen if he only practiced one page.  I told him he could only hold half a chick. Fortunately he didn’t ask for details but agreed to practice the whole song.

studentSo the following week, and the two weeks since then, he has practiced five times a week.

I’m pretty sure I am the only piano teacher in the world who uses chick incentives.

19 08, 2016

Kaboodle Update

By |2016-08-08T20:10:42-05:00August 19th, 2016|Miller Farm Friday|0 Comments

A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara

Kaboodle, our Polish rooster, seems to finally be settling in to his new home. There is always a certain amount of adjustment when new birds are added to the flock.  They start at the bottom of the pecking order and have to work their way up.

Kadoodle1For Kaboodle, this seems to have taken an unusually long time. He spent most days hiding between the bantam coop and the fence.

Perhaps his unique appearance caused the other birds to pick on him a little more. He is, as my mom stated, a most distinct rooster:

Then Rachel read that Polish chickens have a hard time seeing through the feathers on their heads. To help with this some owners trim their “bangs.”

So I held Kaboodle while Rachel gave him his first feather cut. It didn’t seem to bother him much at all.

Kaboodle2Now he runs around the chicken yard with all the other birds. I’ve even seen him chase some other chickens away from the food.  Instead of hiding behind the coop, he proudly roosts on top.

This is a much better place for such a handsome rooster.

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