Monday, January 31, 2011

If your grandma is your aunt ...

... you might be a Guinea Hog.  Welcome to the incestuous world of bringing a species back from the brink of extinction.  Never mind that Trudy and Buttercup did come from the Ozarks, line-breeding, the purposefully close breeding for predictable characteristics, is a necessary tool.  The breed had been reduced to only a few animals before efforts to revive it were underway.  There are three separate "lines" of Guinea hogs now.  My breeding stock is firmly in the "Setty" line from Ohio.  The general wisdom among breeders seems to be to maintain these three lines separately through line-breeding and then start crossing them back to each other.  Here are the known pedigrees for Trudy and Buttercup:




Biggers Arthur


DNC George




Celesky's Tulip

BRO Fred





Setty Houdini


DNC Gabby




Celesky's Tulip










Trudy


Biggers Arthur



DNC George




Celesky's Tulip


BRO Homer





Biggers Arthur



DNC Chunky

714 Sky Daisy

Setty Rose









Biggers Arthur



DNC George


BRO Kelsy McGee
Celesky's Tulip









Setty Houdini



DNC Gabby




Celesky's Tulip











Setty Houdini


DNC Buttercup




Setty Rose





I know... It seems a little bizarre.  I'm more a fan of cross-breeding for hybrid vigor, but in this case I understand what the breed association is trying to do.  Still, I could see crossing buttercup with a sow of a different breed now and then for feeder pigs.  It would have to be a small, young sow that he could reach to service.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Trailer triage

In preparation for my big trip tomorrow, I picked up the neighbor's trailer and brought it back to Santa's workshop.  Last year I made a few ill-advised inter-state trips without reliable lights.  This time Scott is fixing me up right. 









Every farmer needs to be a mechanic and welder as well as knowing animal, soil, and forage health.  In this case Scott and I are a great team.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Last of the stored produce

We didn't exactly pack the larder last fall, so I've been rationing the goodies we were able to put up.  This was the first year that our Keifer pear tree put on fruit.  Only special occasions have warranted opening one of the seven jars up until now, but it's January and we needed a taste of sunshine.  We can thank the internet for our success with the pears; they were nearly pig food.  It turns out that no matter how long Keifer pears hang on the tree, they will not ripen!  We watched them from July until September remain unchanged before I went searching for answers online.  The trick is to pick them while they are still hard and ripen them for two months in paper sacks in the basement.  The beauty of this is not only that it worked, but that all the pears were ripe at the same time.  Scott and I spent a late night cutting and canning for far better results than grocery store pears.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

A very sad story

Katherine and I picked up a store pizza (a splurge for us) to eat at Aunt Vicki's house last night.  On the way home, a quick brake sent our left overs sliding from their confinement and onto the passenger-seat floor... face down. 

There was nothing left to do but treat the flock to Papa Murphy's Gourmet Vegetarian.  By this morning it was all gone.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Light reading and Mob grazing

Everyone writing for the Stockman Grass Farmer  magazine seems to have read this book, so I picked up a used copy on line and read it this weekend.  It is about four parts light travel log and one part raising good beef.

Schatzker is a Canadian who visited seven beef-obsessed countries to conclude that the best flavor is produces by grass-fed and grass-finished heifers and steers about three years old.  Another revelation of his was that marbling (the only qualification needed for USDA Prime certification) is not directly related to either taste or tenderness. 

Tender animals live on grass in a low stress environment and are slaughtered while "on the gain."  Usually this means waiting until animals are full grown (at about two years) before fattening them on grass.  Spring is the easiest time to accomplish this, though far better graziers than I have managed to use summer and winter annuals to finish grass-fed beeves year round. 

The best tool available to the grass-finisher is rotational grazing.  Called "mob grazing" by its practitioners, the goal is to use extremely high-density stocking rates to harvest a small section of pasture in a single day.  Cows are moved to a new pasture every afternoon to take advantage of the greater sugar available in grass that has been soaking up sunlight all morning.

This all sounds great in theory, but it requires a dizzying amount of fencing and water infrastructure to have the 21 separate paddocks that would allow each to have a three week rest to regrow.  Most operations use temporary electric fencing.  In my experience all electric fencing is temporary, since the cows wander through it as their leisure.  If that is the route for me, I need a stronger charger at least.

Hanging out with the cows

Mary leading the pack as usual
The herd tromped out to greet me as I returned to the barn after a walk in the snowy pasture.  Cows are curious and affectionate by nature and it's a pleasure to spend time with them.  Agnes was a little camera shy at first, but she lightened up after a while.  I wonder if her
skittishness is due to a lack of socialization as a calf, or if it is a genetic trait that she'll pass on to her offspring.  I'm still leaning toward breeding her soon for a fall calf, though I'll have no shortage of breeding stock with the addition of my two NEW Galloway heifers!  I'm picking them up in Missouri near the Lake of the Ozarks on Friday.  Galloways are another prime grass-fed beef breed.  We'll hold a little competition to see who grows the best at Bluestem Farm.


Bluestem Abe, a pretty white park steer
Not-so-wild Agnes

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Snow duck

Our domestic ducks are not happy with the fluffy white stuff.  If this picture had sound you'd hear her scolding me for throwing her out in the snow. Those tracks you see are one-way only... back inside.  After a day or two duck and duck relented.  (Yes, I now think they are both female but luckily their preference for each other doesn't stop them from laying eggs.)  I wouldn't move their water bowl inside for them so they've needed to toughen up and head out for a drink and a bath.  We had six more inches overnight; I might sweep them a path just to be nice.