Matilda is enjoying some time with "Blackie" one of our 2 lambs...
The farming year is coming to an end here at the Toadstool. This past week I've been reflecting on my experience as a small scale farmer. We live on 1/2 an acre out here...it's really not alot by country standards, but I'm proud of what we get out of it year after year. We have 15 laying hens year round, who live in an old shed on our property, (they keep us in eggs year round...and also a few of our friends and neighbours). We also have meat birds in the summer, lambs, 2 large vegetable gardens, a raspberry patch, and an aspiring apple orchard, (which we just planted last year).
Yesterday truly marked the end of the season for us...it was the day that we killed our lambs.
We only have 2 lambs at a time, as the pasture we have is about 1/4 acre, and it's shared with the laying hens. It's quite a spectacle to see the hens and lambs together. This year we shared one of the lambs with some friends who live up the road...and we decided to slaughter them together. With the help of a kind neighbour who has done this before, both our lambs were killed humanely in the field where they lived. While there is always a sort of sadness when it comes to killing animals for meat, it was wonderful to look up the hill and see the men at work doing this job, this is a task that has been done for thousands of years. My heart felt full by the sense of community...here we were, helping each other with our most basic need...the need for nourishment. It was wonderful at the end of the day to have our own homegrown lamb that will feed us through the winter. Our neighbour who came to help took away all the lamb blood to make blood sausage...the other parts that we won't eat will go to feed our friends dogs, (she has a team of sled dogs). The skins will be made into rugs for the dog sled in the winter...nothing went to waste.
Another neighbour, (country neighbour 10 min away), gave us apples. In exchange for these I made his family an assortment of the preserves that I made with the apples. Some applesauce, apple butter, chutney and fruit ketchup.
Enjoying a meal together post lamb killing.
There is real kinship when we help each other produce food. I think as gardeners, and "farmers" we can get so caught up in our own little bubbles, but truly when we reach out and help our neighbours and friends be a part of the process...well that's real community. I'm hopeful that next year will bring about a bee exchange of sorts with some other friends, (we have to work out the details), and I'd love to find someone to share the garden with...I'm certainly no where near maximum garden potential! I need look no further than my pantry and freezer to see the success of this past year. Food is something I feel passionate about...I love being a part of the process of growing food, and love it even more when the greater community is involved in some way. I know not everyone is able to do this...but, it's like the books say...I think even growing something simple...herbs or tomatoes. There is something about growing food that just makes your heart swell with pride. I wondered about posting my farm experience on this, (our sort of craft blog), but then I think, farming really is the ultimate creative project.
So...here's to the end of a great season!
xo maureen