Author: Anna & Mark

Soaking liver to disguise the flavor

Fried liver

My
previous attempt to hide the taste of liver with bacon
failed, but a friend
pointed me toward the traditional method of soaking liver in
either lemon juice or milk.  I didn’t have any milk on hand,
so chose lemon juice for my first experiment.



Breading liver

I soaked the livers
in lemon juice as they came out of the broilers in the morning,
then cooked the livers up for lunch.  After pouring off the
lemon juice, I rinsed the livers in water, then dredged them in a
mixture of flour, paprika, salt, pepper, and parmesan.  Next,
I slipped the floury liver into an egg, then I dredged in flour
again, and finally I fried the breaded liver in butter until the
center was just barely pink.




Unfortunately, I
could still taste the liver (although much less strongly)…and
the intense lemon flavor was a disconcerting addition. 
Backup lunchI suspect I should have either rinsed
multiple times after pouring off the lemon juice, or even just
soaked in water after the lemon juice.  Or, probably, I
should just try soaking in milk next time. 




Luckily, our chickens
provide easy backup lunches in the form of
pullet
eggs
when my
cooking experiments fail.  And our dog said the breaded
livers were delicious, no matter what I thought.



Our chicken waterer keeps both the
broilers and the laying flock healthy with clean water on
demand.

Integrating chickens into a Louisiana homestead

Chickens leaving the
coop

Anna, I have been
reading your blog for
about 8 months.  I have never contacted or contributed
because I am not in a position to live as closely to the land as
you do, but I enjoy doing small things that make me feel closer to
nature and I enjoy watching others doing it big.



Sunflower and
honeybee

We live on ¾
acres in south Louisiana, near the arch of the boot.  Our
growing region is usually 9 or 9a.  Over the years, we have
made small changes to our land, adding what will make us more
independent, economically efficient and healthy.  Our first
endeavor was growing our own flock of chickens, which provide
enough eggs for us and surplus to sell nearly year round. 



Chicken coop

Once we had our flock
well established and safe from predators, we started to work on
realizing the benefits of the other output from our
chickens.  We try to encourage a healthy deep
litter
by adding kitchen scraps, mown grass, hay, pine
shavings and bags of leaves, pine needles or cypress needles, and
rice hulls when they are abundant and available.  We are more
than happy to pick up bagged oak leaves by the side of the road in
the fall when people are cleaning their yards.  We also throw
in ashes from the fireplace or cookouts and pulled-weeds or crops
that have finished production. 



Dust-bathing
chickens

One of the best
things we do is till the ground every so often in order to aerate
and provide the girls access to any nuggets they may have
overlooked.  In return, they continue the mixing and add to
the composting material. A few times a year we are able to remove
thirty or so 5 gallon buckets of beautiful, black dirt.



Raised bed

Our yard being on
rather low ground provided us with a problem when we wanted to
plant a garden.  We tried built-up rows but our best solution
became framed rows that are 2 feet wide and 12 feet long spaced
4.5 or 5 feet apart and 1 foot high.  This allows containment
of the good dirt which tended to erode in heavy rain
seasons.  Our good dirt does however still build the area as
we continue to add to the top every time we clean out the chicken
pen.  The earthworms we see anytime we plant are a testament
to that.  We have grown tomatoes, cucumbers, okra,
sunflowers, eggplant, squash, broccoli, sweet potatoes, red and
white potatoes, carrots, pole beans, garlic, asparagus and
onions. 



Homestead harvest

Our success rates
vary year to year and crop to crop but we enjoy the experience and
our chickens reap the benefits as well when we give them the
leftovers.  Sometimes they even help themselves! 



Blueberry bed

Cucumbers and zinniasEach year we find ourselves adding new
growing boxes.  This year we built 4 that are 4 feet square
and planted blueberry bushes.  We were pleased to see them
produce their first year and can’t wait until they are 6 feet tall
and can provide all the blueberries we desire.  We also have
4 pomegranate trees, two fig trees, and have recently added an
avocado tree and a plum tree as an experiment.




In the future, I’d
like to develop a way to harvest rainwater and sunlight, learn
more about preserving the harvest, and continue to exercise the
creative gene I inherited from my parents to create what you need
from what you have by looking at things from a different angle and
considering the possibilities.




Letty
Steckler is one of the winners of our hands-on
permaculture contest
.  (There are plenty of prizes
left, so take a minute to enter!)
  The
contest is sponsored by our
chicken waterer,
which provides POOP-free water to chickens around the world.

Pullets hiding eggs

Found eggs

After the
first pullet egg
,
we saw one little white egg a day for a while.  I couldn’t
tell whether only one Leghorn had started to lay, or whether all
three were taking turns, but I didn’t really mind while the eggs
were coming in.  Then…they stopped.



Red Star pullet

I had a feeling the
pullet(s) had found a spot up in the pasture to lay, but I got
busy and didn’t take the time to track them down for about a
week.  In the meantime, Mark found one brown pullet egg in
the coop, which I’m guessing came from the Red Stars (although it
could have come from one of our homegrown Black
Australorps).  After laying her first egg, though, that
pullet too moved out of the coop.




Eggs in the woodsWith no eggs coming in from our youthful
flock, I finally started paying attention.  Yep, the pullets
seemed to be making quite a racket in the morning from one
particular spot up on the hillside.  So I trekked up the
terrace pathway and found a dozen little eggs tucked away under a
cut branch.




This is the one small
problem with a
dynamic
forest pasture

— it’s complex enough that chickens sometimes feel safe laying
out in the wild.  I’m not terribly worried, though, since
once we get these pullets into a real laying coop with a solid
nest box, I suspect they’ll settle down.




In the meantime, I
dropped each egg in a glass of water, saw that they still sank
straight to the bottom instead of floated, and declared them ready
to eat.  Delicious homegrown eggs!



An Avian Aqua Miser at the far end of a
pasture tempts your birds to explore beyond the coop.