Even the Smallest of His Creatures

Our neighbor asked, if I would be willing to take one of their baby ducks. It had been trampled by the other adult ducks and one of their chickens was protectively keeping him from getting any food. I was ecstatic because Indian Runner Ducks are my favorite breed of ducks. When I inspected the depths of this little ducklings injury, I was not very hopeful. Indian Runner Ducks hold their bodies upright like little penguins. Without the use of one leg there would be no possible way for this little duck to be able to survive. After little contemplation, we decided that it was worth at try. I went on line and found out how to make shoes to spread its webbed feet and splint it’s legs. The one leg and foot looked hopeful, while the other dangled like a piece of limp spaghetti. There was without a doubt severe nerve damage. My next focus was to give it a boost in nutrition. I added sugar, vitamins, and electrolytes to its water. I gave it free choice game bird feed. I found that if I picked around in the feed with my fingers it gave the duckling the sensation of the mother eating with her. My greatest concern was when I would return to check on her, her one leg would be laid out directly behind her. I was adamant to keep a vigilant eye and keep re-situating the leg into it’s proper position. About a week went by and I felt it was time to remove the splints for inspection. The one leg looked perfect while the other leg had made some progress but not enough for it to even stand. My greatest fear was that now that I had bonded, we would have to humanly put her down. I cried out to God, knowing that if it was His will, He could even heal the smallest of His creatures. The next day, I awakened to check on my little feathered friend. My heart was low as I was beginning to except her unimaginable fate. When I looked in the box, she was trying to stand on her leg. Prayers of praise and tears of joy from this two legged mama duck. There was hope for her survivability. A miracle for one of God’s creatures. As the days went by her leg strengthened, we began to take short little walks. Her little leg went to one side and her webbed foot pointed inward, but she waddled with the utmost of determination. Every morning when I open our chicken coops, Inga runs along side of me to do our chores. We stop to take a break under the oak tree and she gets a bite to eat. On our way back to the house, I help her into the water trough and relish in the joy of watching those little webbed feet swim. Inga is a constant reminder that God is faithful to even the smallest of His creatures.

Do Not Worry
25Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
26Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
27Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?
Matthew 6:26-27 (KJV)

Billy Boy

The spring and summer months have always offered me joy. Spring for me means new life. On the farm new life is abundant with the birth of a variety of baby animals. A joy that I simple will never tire. While at the Farm Show last year my husband and I purchased a blue eyed white male peacock to keep our white female hen company. We house them in the barn for the winter and let them into the back treed area to reside with the chickens in the summer months. David cut paths with the tractor but left the field with a natural landscape. I piled branches in one area for the wild rabbits to reside. A place that I refer to as the Rabbitatury. Yes, a word that I made up but is fitting for their mini wilderness area. I love walking out back and seeing the wild rabbits, peacocks. llamas, alpacas, and Jacob Sheep all meandering through the high blades of foliage, pine and cedar trees. A tranquil oasis to have a quiet time of reflection and thank God for what he has provided for our enjoyment. One evening, we noticed that we had not seen our blue eyed white male peacock but could hear him calling in the distance. Living a stones throw from the Conewago Creek, I was certain that Billy Boy was enticed by his adventurous spirit. The next morning, we received a call from a neighbor that Billy had made his way to their chicken coop and was happily residing with their chickens and ducks. We picked him up by wrapping him in a couple of towels for the ride home. We checked on how to adequately trim his flight feathers in hopes that this would keep him home bound. This still enabled him to fly short distances and get into a tree for his safe keeping at night. Several days passed and Billy and Iola remained together. Just about the time, I thought we had the situation conquered, the phone rang to let us know that Billy was walking down our road and up the dirt road that leads to our neighbors coop. No longer able to take flight, he decided to take the long hike on foot. These summer days we find that Billy Boy comes home for short visits and sleeps in the tree in the front field and then for no apparent reason, he takes his hike down the road and up the hill to visit his other favorite flock

Peacocks
Because of their gorgeous appearance, the peacock has long been famous outside of its native countries of Southern Asia and Malaysia. They have been kept for centuries by people first in China and then in Europe and America. The Phoenicians brought the peacock to Egypt more than three thousand years ago. Historical records indicate that Solomon kept several peacock species, among other pheasants, with the India Blue being his favorite peacock. Peafowl were extensively raised by the Romans for the table as well as for ornamental purposes, and medieval Europe carried on this practice as well. It is only after the XVI Century, when turkeys were imported from Mexico, that the peacock was discarded as a table bird for the more fleshy American birds.

Peahens are excellent mothers, but peachicks can be reared just as well in a brooder. They are among the easiest birds to raise. One thing to be careful about is to give them good shelters in the autumn and winter following their birth, as they are not fully grown before eight or ten months.

Peafowl can be quite sociable and often display their feathers right in front of you in the springtime. The male peacock displays his gorgeous tail feathers in the spring and also utters an awakening call which is loud yet quite delight to hear!

Peacock feathers are popularly used in unique crafts and decorations.

The Sequence of Lambing

Our day started out with it's normal routine. I was cleaning up the kitchen and Daisey was out at the barn feeding animals. The phone rang and Daisey's voice resounded,"Mom, Camden is in Labor." This was a ewe that was from our foundation flock and that we had retired several years ago.
The men in our household have an aversion to closing gates and have failed farmer 101miserably. However, our ram is delighted with the lack of their ability. He has been found in the field long after, he has been removed. Because Camden was older, we decided it was a good idea to keep vigilant eye on her throughout the day.

It was a rainy and cold Pennsylvania day. We gathered a couple of insulated cups filled with hot tea, a deck of cards, and one of our favorite board games Sequence. We are accustomed to living on a wing and a prayer, so we put our farmer ingenuity to work. Daisey remembered where to find and old wood table that Dustin had fashioned during his first year of carpentry. I located a couple of folding chairs tucked in among the bales of straw. We set up our little make shift game table next to the ewes that had already delivered.

This also gave us perfect visibility to Camden as she labored. I marked the time that she first started laboring. An hour went by without her dilating or progressing. Camden even got up on two occasions and came over and stood in front of us baaing. She seemed to be asking for our help. My heart of hearts knew something was very wrong.

We decided to call our neighbor who is a Physicians Assistant and he came to our aid. Once again, Camden got up and stood right in front of him. She began frantically bleating when he entered the barn. She was with out a doubt asking for help. Daisey held her as he began an internal examination. The lamb was situated perfectly for delivery but the water bag and the placenta had intertwined and was wrapped around the lamb. This was preventing the lamb from being able to be delivered without assistance. As Bill reached his hand further, he was able to tear the sack and deliver the lamb. When she first arrived, she lay lifeless. We used an old farmers method of sticking a piece of straw up her nose. This caused her to blow some of the trapped mucus that was not allowing her to breath. I then picked her up by the back legs and gradually swung her outward and lightly against my leg to help expel anything that was causing her from breathing properly.
Through out the day, I was reminded that this was Good Friday. A day that we reflect the time that our Lord hung on the cross. Our thoughts throughout the day prepared in anticipation and remembrance of His resurrection to be celebrated on Easter morning. What a miraculous experience when you see what was lifeless, come to life.
C.A. Bresin

For further information on lambing:
http://www.sheep101.info/201/lambingprocess.html

Lambs and Cupcakes

Four lambs were born yesterday. First came two ewe lambs out of Dancheska. I named them Danish and Dabnie. They are cross lambs but you would never know it. They are marked just as Jacob lambs should be and have perfect Type A birth fleece. Fleece is my main purpose, so at least one will stay at Rise 'N' Shine Farm.
Right after Daisey left for youth group, I heard all of the sheep baaing and carrying on in the field. In order to get my attention, they just would not let up. It was the call of new birth. When I arrived in the barn, there they stood two more miracles from above. A solid black ewe lamb and a four horn Jacob ram lamb. I was on my own to iodine their umbilical cords, dry them off, put their little Woolover's on, bring mama her molasses water and get them all into the jug area. All was going relatively smooth, until I realized that the jug that was ready was the one with the huge ditch in it. The glories of an old milking barn. The jug adjacent was filled with straw so I began to remove bale by bale until it was emptied. I stooped down to grab the last bale and placed my knee directly on a old rotten duck egg. Oh my, what a smell that quickly permeated the entire barn. I had wished, I could run away from myself. Upon further inspection, I found an entire nest of duck eggs that had been neatly tucked under the hay from last season. This was a job bigger than me. Both stalls needed to be totally gutted, re-strawed and lambs and mom re-situated into what should have been prepared long before now.
When David arrived home, he graciously worked in one-forth the time that my lack of muscle would have provided. After cleaning the one stall he put straw in the ditch and covered it with a board. Next, he placed straw over the top to make a nice floor until we can quick-crete it when the weather cooperates. Awe....

The German Rolling Pin

Living in Pennsylvania offers the splendor of a variety of old world demonstrations. We entered a hand stoned home when we were embraced by the sweet smell of homemade biscuits. As we neared the kitchen area the walk in stone fire place was graced with black rod iron cooking pots. The warmth of the fire filled the room and the sweet smell of biscuits cooking permeated the entire lower level of the home. A women stood at a large wooden table dressed in period clothing. She was mixing up another fresh batch of stone ground biscuits and rolling them out with the most unique rolling pin, I had ever laid my eyes on. I questioned her about the rolling pin and she stated that it was a German rolling pin that was made by a man in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. She was kind enough to give me the information where I might locate him. I set out on a quest to find this rare rolling pin but was disheartened that the man that had fashioned her rolling pin no longer was living. I was sent to another source that had duplicated the previous mans work but the price was astronomical in comparison to it’s simplicity. I had set aside the idea of ever owning one of these unique pieces but kept the vision rolling around in my head for weeks.
It was Christmas time and one of our favorite past items is to frequent antique shops in the area. Often times it’s not to purchase anything but just to reminisce about items that we had while growing up or embrace new knowledge of the use of items we encountered. We would walk around sometime for hours taking in all the splendor of yesteryear. I paused in one area with my hand draped across an old dresser. I began a conversation with my husband when I glanced down and there inside the dresser drawer was the rolling pin that I had so desperately wanted. I gasped, picked it up and held it tight to my chest. I paused afraid to turn over the price tag. After all it was in an antique shop and could very well be twice the price that I had already determined as astronomical. I bravely removed it from my chest and drew in a deep breath before I revealed the price. It just could not be, it was fraction of the price and in perfect condition. As I inspected it further it was engraved with the name of the man that had passed on and date as proof of authenticity. I knew at this very moment that this was a gift from above.

Cheryl’s Whole Wheat Bread

Preheat oven to 250 degrees and turn your oven off .

Place 2 ½ Tablespoons of yeast in a bowl with 1 Tablespoon of natural sugar and ½ cup of warm water. Let rise.

Place in your Bosch Mixer
5 cups of hot water
2/3 cups olive oil (place oil first so honey does not stick to your measuring cup)
2/3 cups honey
2 Tablespoons of salt
Pulse above ingredients to mix 4 to 5 times

Add yeast mixture when water has cooled to a warm temperature so that you don’t kill your yeast. Pulse to blend 3 times
Begin to Add wheat a cup full at a time
It usually takes about 12 or more cups of freshly ground whole wheat depending on the humidity..
I just add wheat until the dough does not stick onto the side of the bowl.
Set timer for 10 minutes and let the Bosh mix on setting 1

When removing your bread from the bowl, grease counter well with olive oil. (It’s a puddle of oil). Place oil on your hands to pull the dough from the bowl and remove from the dough hook.
Take the mound of dough and fold in the air by grabbing each corner and placing it in the center of your dough. You will do all four corners the same way.
Now, divide dough into four batches and fold air into each batch the same as above.
Grease bread loaf pans and place in warm oven to rise until double in size.
Do not preheat oven but shut door and set oven at 350 degrees for 40-45 minutes.
When removing from oven let sit in pans for a couple of minutes to rest and take a butter knife around the edges to remove onto a cooling rack.
You can rub butter over the tops of bread to make a shiny top on each loaf.
Store in air tight bags.

When making sweet rolls, roll one bread loaf size dough out sprinkle with brown sugar, nuts, and cinnamon. Roll it long ways and slide dental floss underneath the loaf and pull upward to cut desired size pieces. Place on a cookie sheet and bake for 15-17 minutes.
You can glaze them with a powdered sugar and cream cheese frosting or eat just as is.
Store in air tight container. C.A. Bresin www.risenshinefarm.com

Cassie Rose

Our Border Collie Cassie came to us as an unwanted pet that was herding a vast amount of cattle without command or guidance. Border Collies have a natural instinct to herd but without the proper training can become a thorn in anyone’s side. The simple problem is they are intelligent, high energy dogs, that get bored quickly. If you can't find a way for them to stay busy, they will. There idea of staying busy may not be advantages or beneficial to anyone but themselves. When Cassie first came to our farm, she would jump our front gate and make her way into our front field before we ever missed her. She would herd the baby calves from one corner to another until they would drop from exhaustion. Her other favorite past time was to lay low in the grass along side the road and run along side the cars. She would hit their door as if she were playing tag. There was many a frightened passer by that thought they had hit her instead of her hitting them. It wasn’t long before we caught onto her antics and put a stop to them. No, we didn’t tie her, hit her, or find other degrading means to stop her behavior. We simply put her over abundance of energy to good use. First we tried training her to bring in the sheep when we were there to supervise. She was brilliant! She would watch my hand commands and bring them all the way in. Our problem surfaced when she felt it was necessary to bite them on the heels when she got too close. I spoke with a trainer for herding dogs and she suggested muzzling her during the time we were working the sheep. Cassie spent a good bit of her time buried beneath the grass trying to work that muzzle off her face with her paws. Rather than give up on her abilities, we found a book that showed all the uses for Border Collies. We asked Dustin if he could make us some jumps and a ring as a obstacle coarse and set her to the new task. It didn’t take long before she was clearing the jumps and making her way flying through the hoop. She was a natural! This was not only fun for her but we really enjoyed watching her gracefully glide through the air.
Cassie always had an aversion for ground hogs. One day, I was standing in the field with her and I saw her bury her head in a hole. The next thing I knew, she had lifted that ground hog from it’s hole, snapped it’s neck, threw it in the air, and then tossed it at my legs. I let out a scream, took flight and landed to see the proud gaze and wagging tail of our little black and white Border Collie. It was plain and simply, a job well done.
So often I hear or see of people who misunderstand the abilities and the way a dog thinks and reacts. More times than not, it’s the problem owner not the problem dog. A dog will always give you back the love and respect you give them.
To one of the best little ground hoggers bar none. You are a part of so many cherished memories here at the farm. You will always be loved and your presence forever missed. April 14, 1999 - December 12, 2011
C.A. Bresin (Welcome to My World)

The Border Collie originated in the border country between Scotland and England where the shepherds' breeding selection was based on biddable stock sense and the ability to work long days on rugged terrain. As a result of this selective breeding, the Border Collie developed the unique working style of gathering and fetching the stock with wide sweeping outruns. The stock is then controlled with an intense gaze known as "eye", coupled with a stalking style of movement. This selective breeding over hundreds of years developed the Border Collie's intensity, energy and trainability which are features so important that they are equal to physical size and appearance. The Border Collie has extraordinary instinct and an uncanny ability to reason. One of its greatest assets is the ability to work out of sight of its master without commands. Breeding based on this working ability has made this breed the world's premier sheep herding dog, a job the Border Collie is still used for worldwide.
http://www.akc.org/breeds/border_collie/

Georgia

It wasn't long after our goose Lucy made the news that people began to call for one reason or another. One morning a farmer responded to the article in the newspaper saying, he didn't have our goose but he had a goose or two that we could have. There was really not another goose that could fill Lucy's place but we set off on a days adventure. His farm was neatly tucked back in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania. We meandered down a dirt road and past a pond where we met an older man dressed in well worn overalls. He greeted us and took us to the barn were he had ducks, geese, and a male turkey that met us up close and personal, as he shook his feathers and did his turkey dance. We decided on a couple of White Ebden Geese and the farmer said, he would even throw in a little bantam hen and tree duck eggs. Down the road we traveled to take our barnyard friends to their new home. It was nice to once again hear the sound of geese honking and clamoring as they waddled in front of our barn.
We named the little red bantie hen Georgia and placed her in a laying box and carefully put the duck eggs under her. It was really quite comical because she was so small that she barley covered the large eggs. She sat diligently until one day the hatching began. What a sight to behold as this little hen hatched out three perfect yellow ducklings.
We were in the process of a move to a new farm that had a larger barn and a small pond. Gathering all of our animals for the move was quite a challenge. The horses were loaded in a stock trailer. The dogs and cats were crated and the chickens and geese were placed in separate containers. Special care was given to Georgia and her waddling feathered ducklings. Adjacent to the barn rested a little pond that I knew would be perfect for the ducks. We began to unload our variety of barnyard critters when the ducklings quickly made there way to the little pond. With out any hesitation Georgia followed them into the pond before she realized that she could not swim. As her confusion rose, the flapping and struggling to try to stay afloat overcame her very existence. We quickly went to rescue our puzzled little bantie. This was without a doubt the last time that she would try to swim. In the upcoming days Georgia would peck around the pond as her hatchlings enjoyed their daily swim. Once her ducklings were done swimming, you could see them faithfully waddling single file behind Georgia throughout the day.
C. A. Bresin

Bantam Chickens
A bantam is a small variety of chicken, deriving it’s the name from the city of Bantam. Bantam was once a major seaport, in Indonesia. European sailors found the small native breeds of chicken in Southeast Asia to be useful, and any such small poultry came to be known as a bantam. Bantams are usually one-fifth to one-forth the size of an average chicken.
Bantams are suitable for smaller backyards as they do not need as much space as other breeds. Bantam hens are also used as laying hens, although Bantam eggs are only about one-half to one-third the size of a regular hen egg.
Many bantam hens are renowned for hatching and brooding purpose. They are very protective mothers and will attack anything that gets near their young.
excerpts taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bantam_(poultry)