So last night our friend nick came round with his fishing rod and rifle and a plan to eat one of our chooks. So basically he came round with a desire to kill things. We did eat the chook but the hunting and fishing weren’t fruitful.
Before I go any further I have to explain that I have been vegetarian since I was 8 with the proviso the if I or my family killed it I would be fine eating it. Turns out my family don’t kill that many things. Last night I ate the first chicken I can remember tasting. it was good but he had these long legs that were quite tough but the small amount of breast he had was delicious. Long legs and meagre breast it felt almost as if we were eating a supermodel.
Feel like a proper homesteader now!
It is currently 7:14 am im sitting in bed with back to a roaring fire and a cup of delicious coffee in my hand thanks to my gorgeous man. I was thinking what I wanted to write about how often and what format to make the posts in. no decisions made yet
Today I thought I would introduce our little family. So to begin with there is Harry. He grew up in a village in rural Punjab in India but came to Australia to study social work (which he hated and finished earlier this year) two years ago. I met him when he was doing his placement in my Mum’s office and then next thing we know we are living in the country together with chooks and a puppy.
The small drunk one
Our puppy Lexi is a maremma livestock guardian dog, bought for the idea of her being a guardian to our chooks. She was quiet at first but now she is becoming exceedingly more like a drunken polar bear every day. She is adorable and intelligent and incredibly cheeky.
The motely crew
The other part of our family is a bunch of chooks. A motley crew of mainly juvenile roosters who were the result of someone’s experimentation with breeding who we got for $60 from gumtree.
I will include separate posts about the story so far with both chooks and our fluffy little puppy as both the stories are worth sharing, but for now that’s everyone introduced and i need to get up out of my warm bed and give everyone their breakfast.
Well actually the beginning started a long time ago… but this is the begging of me writing about it.
I grew up in a community which believed the economic world was going to come crashing down in 1989. Turns out they were wrong about the date but maybe not about the eventual outcome. who knows.
We lived in a community on a property in the Adelaide Hills. the aim was for self-sufficiency, for non-reliance on services provided by the wider economic world. With hindsight this was not really either necessary or possible but still… a noble goal.
Now after a few brief adventures in the wide world I’m back and with my partner we are striving to breathe life into the old dream of living with the land.
I understand that we aren’t instantly going to be able to grow every vegetable that passes our lips or produce every dairy product either. I understand things won’t always go as planned but I think its going to be fun finding out.