The Front Porch Swing

[Beekissed]

It's so refreshing to meet so many people who drink buttermilk! Outside a few in my family and old mountain folks I had as patients, I've never met anyone out in the world who drinks buttermilk....not only that, when you mention you love buttermilk they make the "ick" face and say it's rotten milk and how can you eat that stuff??

I have truly found my long lost kin!!!

 

[LindaB220]

I absolutely LOVE buttermilk. But I want the Bolivarian Style. It is so rich and thick and FATTENING! It's got tons of fat in it. It will make a Fat girl drool.

It may be Bulgarian style..... either way it's good stuff.

Sweetie, think about the difference in the nutrients of buttermilk and reg coke. Look on the container. Not that much fat. Most was skimmed off during the butter making. Fat is not your enemy, sugar is. Think of it as a treat. And yes, I'm fat. Hum. Looking forward to the garden fresh veggies this year. That'll drop some weight. My problem was I'm so sedentary and didn't start gaining weight until I got an office job. Sitting all day. Never lost it.

 

[lindz8504]

Ok, I promised a story about my grandpa.....

He pretty much raised me when I was little. We lived with them or beside them when I was little, for several years. I would go missing, and my mom would call to see if I had snuck over there...I had, and they would put me to bed at their house. So anyway... he only whipped me 2 times.... once for running from him and running across the road.... the other time, I was about 4 and was sitting on the railing of the porch. Their house was built on a hill with a walk in basement at the bottom of the hill, so the porch was a good 18-20 foot off the ground. I was balancing on the banister on my butt with my hands and feet spread out. He slid open the sliding glass door, and eased out on the porch, then slowly walked across the width of the porch. When he got close enough, he jerked me down and lit my hind-end up! I never balanced on the banister again though.

 

[LeslieDJoyce]

You can always make her a saddle....

I've never had a hen ripped open from breeding, so this may be a feather or skin quality issue you might look into in regards to your breeding...you may not want to breed that anyway. No way should it be that easy to lay a hen open merely by breeding unless it's a young meaty bird...their skin tears if you look at it for too long.

I was thinking that. It's a shame these are the birds I want to breed.

I've been thinking of how to make her a tight "saddle" to fit around her middle -- out of that plastic feed sack material. Or I could wrap her in vet wrap -- I've got lots. I just worry that would give a good place for bugs to hide ... presuming bugs found her. Or rub on and irritate the area. And I worry that it wouldn't let the wound breathe. But it would maybe help keep crud out of the area a little ... and keep toes out.

BK, You've been a nurse and a chicken keeper both, so what is your opinion about "dressing" a chicken wound. In the past I've just left any wound alone except maybe spraying it with Vetericyn and unless it is bloody and attracting attention (like a badly picked tail), I let the bird stay with the flock, hoping for the best. The side tears always healed pretty fast, even when some muscle was involved. It's the picked tails that are hard to fix! But "quick" when your in an insolation cage is not the same as "quick" when you're still with your flock.

These side-tear breeding injuries happened to a few of the Buff Orpington hatchery birds before. And now this one of the trio I bought for the Delaware breed restoration project. Both breeds have lots of loose fluffy feathers instead of more tight feathers like most of the other breeds I have. So ... it could be feathers instead of skin. Either way, self-sustaining, dual purpose, barnyard birds need to be sturdy enough to mate. That seems basic.

I don't know enough about the SOP or bird genetics to know if the loose fluffy feathers are a factor of the F4 phase of the restoration project, or if it is a breed characteristic.

The roo is big, and he's been acting more hormonal now that it is spring. He could have been a little more rough than necessary. Maybe if I gave him a few more hens to take care of he'd be more content. I've been thinking of putting some of the Cuckoo Marans or EEs in with him as then I wouldn't get confused about the eggs. I think the California Whites (white eggs) are too small for him, and WAY too independent to agree to a move.

I don't want to over think it, though.

 

[perchie.girl]

Quote: I learned that one from a Pediatrician. My son was just toddling at the time it was about six PM and he was waling between the the coffee table and couch with hid bottle nipple firmly clenched between his teeth.... He fell. straight face down and when he came up screaming his mouth was filled with blood..... OMG I thought he had knocked his teeth out .... all four of them.

I grabbed him up and called the Pediatrician but he didnt answer his back up doc did. She was from India. I told her what had happened and she asked me If i could see his teeth.... I looked again and they were all there. She said hes probably torn (I cant remember what its called) that part between his gums and his upper lip. She said it bleeds a lot. Then told me to pack it with white sugar to see if the bleeding stopped.

All be darned it did and my son loved it and wanted more....LOL. All good.... and after that I snagged that bottle every time he decided to wander about.

For what its worth I had NEVER held a baby till he was born. But as a single mom at 34 I read every book I could get my hands on.

So Now I grab the sugar.... LOL.

deb

 

[Triple Willow]

Thank you LindaB .  We look like Mutt and Jeff when we are together.  He is 6'2" and I'm 5'2" high and wide. Been together for almost 37 years.  I think the key to our 37 year marriage is both of us put God first and then everything else just falls together.  The first 5 years wasn't so great but then Don was saved and his whole demeanor changed.  God has blessed us in so many ways and may I forever give Him praise.

Now that is a great story! I'm very glad to hear it.

 

[perchie.girl]

It's so refreshing to meet so many people who drink buttermilk! Outside a few in my family and old mountain folks I had as patients, I've never met anyone out in the world who drinks buttermilk....not only that, when you mention you love buttermilk they make the "ick" face and say it's rotten milk and how can you eat that stuff??

I have truly found my long lost kin!!!

My moms family background was from Oklahoma and Colorado. Dads family started in Florida and Sharecropped in every state on their way to California.

Up till a couple of years ago I found if I ask in a restaurant they will pour me a glass of buttermilk. Biggest clue to them having it on hand is if they make their own ranch dressing. Though you should see the expressions on the waitress's faces.

Its getting hard to find in the grocery store here too.

deb

 

[Blooie]

Ok, I promised a story about my grandpa.....

He pretty much raised me when I was little. We lived with them or beside them when I was little, for several years. I would go missing, and my mom would call to see if I had snuck over there...I had, and they would put me to bed at their house. So anyway... he only whipped me 2 times.... once for running from him and running across the road.... the other time, I was about 4 and was sitting on the railing of the porch. Their house was built on a hill with a walk in basement at the bottom of the hill, so the porch was a good 18-20 foot off the ground. I was balancing on the banister on my butt with my hands and feet spread out. He slid open the sliding glass door, and eased out on the porch, then slowly walked across the width of the porch. When he got close enough, he jerked me down and lit my hind-end up! I never balanced on the banister again though.

Loved the story about your grampa - wow...I'd have been right behind him giving you another whack! Do we allow banister sitting here on the porch?

I guess I'm one of those people who says, "Ewww!" and makes a face when it comes to buttermilk. And yes, I have tried it. I don't know what it is, but it seems to get all hung up on that little red bouncy thing at the back of my mouth and then it just hangs there - can't get it down, can't spit it out.....and then the gagging begins.

I am flattered now, instead of jealous, that I get to sit on the bucket. First time I've ever been told my backside was little enough to fit, so even though none of you have actually SEEN said portion of my anatomy, I'll go along with your findings. No more crybaby! I think we need to call it the "story telling pulpit" and whenever someone has a story or memory to share they can "pull up the pulpit" and feed our story cravings!

 

[perchie.girl]

Ok, I promised a story about my grandpa.....

He pretty much raised me when I was little. We lived with them or beside them when I was little, for several years. I would go missing, and my mom would call to see if I had snuck over there...I had, and they would put me to bed at their house. So anyway... he only whipped me 2 times.... once for running from him and running across the road.... the other time, I was about 4 and was sitting on the railing of the porch. Their house was built on a hill with a walk in basement at the bottom of the hill, so the porch was a good 18-20 foot off the ground. I was balancing on the banister on my butt with my hands and feet spread out. He slid open the sliding glass door, and eased out on the porch, then slowly walked across the width of the porch. When he got close enough, he jerked me down and lit my hind-end up! I never balanced on the banister again though.

OH I could see that one.... I too only got a whippin when I scared mom. Usually me being held by one arm and her swatting at me with the fly swatter as I ran around her to get away from it.

Dad never laid a hand on me.... Though He would grab the hair on the back of my neck or Thump me with a flick of his finger on the back of my head.... To get my attention....

deb

 

[LeslieDJoyce]

I learned that one from a Pediatrician. My son was just toddling at the time it was about six PM and he was waling between the the coffee table and couch with hid bottle nipple firmly clenched between his teeth.... He fell. straight face down and when he came up screaming his mouth was filled with blood..... OMG I thought he had knocked his teeth out .... all four of them.

I grabbed him up and called the Pediatrician but he didnt answer his back up doc did. She was from India. I told her what had happened and she asked me If i could see his teeth.... I looked again and they were all there. She said hes probably torn (I cant remember what its called) that part between his gums and his upper lip. She said it bleeds a lot. Then told me to pack it with white sugar to see if the bleeding stopped.

All be darned it did and my son loved it and wanted more....LOL. All good.... and after that I snagged that bottle every time he decided to wander about.

For what its worth I had NEVER held a baby till he was born. But as a single mom at 34 I read every book I could get my hands on.

So Now I grab the sugar.... LOL.

deb

Wow! NEVER?!?!?!?!

I really like to hold newborns -- I keep thinking I should volunteer at the baby ward to just sit in the rocker with them. Until they are maybe 3 months old, when everyone else says "That's when they start getting interesting." Then I want NOTHING to do with them until they are at least 12. Then you can have them back when they hit about 15 and I'd rather not see them again until they are 22 or so. Probably more like 32 if they're boys, to be honest.