I've been hibernating because there hasn't been alot to say lately, and I haven't felt like saying what there is to say until today.
I want to tell you the story of our Lucy.
Lucy came into our lives in 1994 as a wee kitten just after Nate and I started dating. Her name started out as Lucifer because she used to attack our feet in the dead of night. It would scare the bejeezus out of us. While she mellowed over the years, she always retained her devilish nature.
She tolerated Nate, but I was always her first choice. She always greeted me when I got home, and she would often sit on the buffet by the dining room window watching and listening for my car. She hated any visitor who took my attention away from her, and she could give them some vicious dirty looks. Only she was allowed to sit in my lap, and usurpers of her throne (primarily my other cat, Onyx) were not tolerated and were dealt with severely. She had a vicious punch and anyone who felt like they could just walk up and pet her were quickly put in their place. We often called her Juicy Lucy because she was so flexible and flowing. You could bend and twist her in anyway and she just contorted like a yoga master. We also called her The Turkey Fiend because she took every opportunity to steal food and she didn't apologize for it. Whatever punishment doled out was worth the prize. Nate found her one day chewing away on his turkey sandwich and they literally had a tug of war with it. As you can see from the photo, she loved high places, and whenever I lived in a place with cabinets that had a space above them, she found a way to get there.
In December 2008, at the age of 14, she was diagnosed with Chronic Renal Failure. The vet prescribed the typical low protein renal food. This was around the same time I was learning more about the food industry and we were starting to change the way we ate at home and being more conscious of our food purchases. I had never had a pet this old, so I had never dealt with any serious animal health issues. I got online and started researching CRF in cats, and the more I read, the more I knew the prescribed renal food was not right for Lucy. Animal by-products were the first ingredient, and my research indicated that it's not some much the protein quantity (low protein vs. high protein) as the quality. While, the goal of this post is not the share my research and say my way should be your way, I will say "The Natural Cat" by Anitra Frazier is a great resource. After 14 years with Lucy, I knew her better than anyone else, and the decisions I made at that time were as educated as I could make though they were a complete 180 from traditional veterinary medicine.
After I did a bit of research, I called my vet with questions about his approach vs. what I had read online. I told him I did not want to feed Lucy the low protein food for many reasons and that I had been reading about a more holistic approach to treating CRF. He got angry and told me he was the vet, not me, and he didn't believe in that holistic poo poo (Yes, those are the words he used, holistic poo poo.), He also told me that if I chose to follow a holistic approach with Lucy then I was killing my cat. He said the prescribed cat food was formulated with alot of research behind it, and I was a fool not to follow his advice. Well, needless to say, after I had been insulted I never took her to him again. I just thought, "What an ass!"
After that phone conversation, I decided to start with some suggested manufactured foods that were considered CRF friendly that were high quality protein based. At the same time, I made up a batch of cat food based on a CRF recipe I found online. Lucy wouldn't have anything to do with the canned cat food, but she did like my homemade food, so homemade cat food it was. I also supplemented the food with a vitamin and a few herbal blends formulated for CRF cats.
We bumped along for about a year and a half, and then she had a major crash from dehydration. In nature, cats get the majority of their moisture from the food they eat, and they really do not rely on water to meet their hydration needs. Domesticated cats are no different. (Okay, this is me on my soap box. Cats should not eat dry cat food as their only source of food. In my opinion, they should never eat dry cat food period. It does not have nearly the moisture it should for a healthy hydrated cat.) CRF cats already have compromised and damaged kidneys, so they have a hard time maintaining their hydration from the moisture in their food. They drink alot more water than a typical cat because they are trying to flush out the toxins that build up in their damaged kidneys. As a result, the body is not receiving the hydration it needs resulting in dehydration.
At this point, Lucy was about 15 1/2 years old. We decided to put her on sub-q fluids at home. I learned how to monitor her hydration and to manage the fluids we gave her. Many people thought we were crazy to spend so much money on a cat. Our motto was if she still had a good quality of life, after 15 1/2 years of companionship and devotion, why wouldn't we? Should we just desert her now that she's costing us a little more money and time? I had already spent a year and a half making homemade cat food so what was adding another aspect to her care?
Since her CRF diagnosis, Lucy would have a hard time transitioning to winter. She seemed to have a slight decline in health, but she always bounced back. She turned 18 this year, and I dreaded the approach of cold weather. I knew she couldn't live forever, and after 4 years of managing her CRF, I knew she had already exceeded the average time a CRF cat lives. Mid-October, I came home from work one day to find her face swollen. This had never happened to her, so this was a new development that deep in my heart I knew wasn't good. Fluid retention was the most likely cause, which can contribute to fluid in or around the lungs and/or congestive heart failure. She was back to normal the next day and seemed like her old self though I noticed she was sleeping more than normal.
At the end of October, I woke one night in a pool of urine. Lucy had wet the bed, which was also new to us. We got up, did what we could to soak up the urine, put towels down, remade the bed and I put her on top of the covers instead of under them with me. When I got up to get ready for work, I noticed she had once again urinated while we were sleeping. I really started to worry then. I put a towel down and put her next to Nate while I took a shower. When I came back into the room and checked on her, I noticed there was a pool of blood next to her. We immediately took her to the emergency vet. I suspected a urinary tract infection, which is common with CRF cats. She was diagnosed with a UTI, and her bloodwork came back with high kidney values, neither of which surprised me. Being an emergency vet, he had never seen Lucy before that day, and he said for a CRF cat, he was surprised she had lasted as long as she day and that we must be doing something right. The vet gave her a dose of antibiotics and instructed us to increase her fluids to help flush out the infection and to give her kidneys a good flush.
While I was worried, I had high hopes the antibx would kick in and she would once again bounce back. We made a bed for her in front of the fire at home but I soon realized she could barely stand up. She would just urinate where she was. That night, we left her by the fire, which was the first time in years she did not sleep with us. I got up throughout the night to check on her, but about 5:00 the next morning a thump woke me up. I bolted out of bed and realized she had dragged herself into the doorway of our bedroom to get in the bed with us. She would take two wobbly steps and fall over. She had done this all the way to our bedroom. To me, that was one of the most heart wrenching moments of my life.
The vet said it would take about 3 days for the antibx to really kick in, but it quickly became evident that the increased fluids were causing difficulty of breathing for her. Without the fluids, she would dehydrate and die, but with fluids, she was most likely retaining fluid causing fluid to accumulate in or around her lungs and/or congestive heart failure. She was not eating either, and I tried all of her favorite treats. We couldn't watch her suffer, and it was evident she was not going to recover. We made the decision that was best for her.
18 years, 4 months and 2 days was not enough time.
With Thanksgiving being tomorrow, I want to say how thankful I am to have had such a loving, mischevious, stubborn, opinionated, loyal, beautiful companion in my life. Nate often says that Lucy and I are just alike, and I consider that the ultimate compliment. I learned so much from her.
We love you Lucy, and we miss you terribly. There is a huge hole in my heart now that will never be filled.
Candace
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Farm Name and Logo
A few years ago, Nate built me a bottle tree. I wrote about it here, and it is by far this blog's most popular post. I love my bottle tree for the structural beauty it adds to my garden and the love it represents. I also love that I can't kill it.
Since that time, I've had a farm name stuck in the back of my head. I kept thinking one day when I have a farm, I'll have a name ready. But, I realized one doesn't need acreage to have a farm. To me, a farm can be anywhere. My farm is on less than 1/2 an acre. I raise food for our table and pantry in the form of vegetables, fruits, eggs, honey, and meat. Farming is hard work, accomplishment, disappointment, satisfaction, sadness, fear, gratification and more. It's slogging through ankle deep mud to feed and care for animals who depend on you, but it's also, opening your pantry and seeing the canning jars full of food ready to please the taste buds. Farming is a mindset and a way of life.
We may never move to acreage, so I asked myself why am I waiting on giving our labor of love a name. My answer was to contact a friend of mine and ask him to create a logo for me.
I am so pleased to present my farm name and new logo.
Since that time, I've had a farm name stuck in the back of my head. I kept thinking one day when I have a farm, I'll have a name ready. But, I realized one doesn't need acreage to have a farm. To me, a farm can be anywhere. My farm is on less than 1/2 an acre. I raise food for our table and pantry in the form of vegetables, fruits, eggs, honey, and meat. Farming is hard work, accomplishment, disappointment, satisfaction, sadness, fear, gratification and more. It's slogging through ankle deep mud to feed and care for animals who depend on you, but it's also, opening your pantry and seeing the canning jars full of food ready to please the taste buds. Farming is a mindset and a way of life.
We may never move to acreage, so I asked myself why am I waiting on giving our labor of love a name. My answer was to contact a friend of mine and ask him to create a logo for me.
I am so pleased to present my farm name and new logo.
Happy homesteading,
Candace
Thursday, September 6, 2012
The Squash Blob!
"Well it's kind of a - kind of a mass. It keeps getting bigger and bigger." The Blob, 1958
We planted Upper Ground Sweet Potato Squash this year. It's supposed to be a good squash for the south and the fruits are only supposed to be 4-6 pounds, at least that's what I read. It is also supposed to do well in unfavorable conditions. So, with that in mind, how do you think it has responded in my environment? You can click the photo for a better view.
We planted Upper Ground Sweet Potato Squash this year. It's supposed to be a good squash for the south and the fruits are only supposed to be 4-6 pounds, at least that's what I read. It is also supposed to do well in unfavorable conditions. So, with that in mind, how do you think it has responded in my environment? You can click the photo for a better view.
This was taken from the roof of Nate's workshop, and believe it or not, there are two 4x10 raised beds under that jungle. Okay, I really don't have alot of real estate to devote to something like this, but it just seemed to take on a life of its own, and I didn't have the heart to try to contain it. I mean, could the blob be contained?
"I think you should send us the biggest transport plane you have, and take this thing to the Arctic or somewhere and drop it where it will never thaw." The Blob, 1958
These photos show one of the squashes before it ripened, but the perspective with Nate's hands is good. They ripen to a light creamy orange and the flesh is about the color of a sweet potato. I cut the first two ripened squashes off the vine last weekend, and they each weighed 40 pounds! I just went outside and counted 9 more on the vine that are almost ripe. The ones left are not as large as the first two, but pretty close to it. I would say probably 30 pounds each. We did lose a few more to the chickens pecking them when they were very young and soft, and I found two this weekend that had become separated from the vine before they ripened and were starting to rot.
This weekend I cut open one of the harvested squashes and managed to shred 19.5 lbs of squash for the freezer. And, the first recipe I tried was one of my favorites for zucchini. It turned out delicious.
So, even though I'm a failure with summer squash because of the vine borers, I have totally redeemed myself with this winter squash. I'm super excited to try more recipes with it.
Happy homesteading,
Candace
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
No More!
Vanilli has abandoned the eggs, so I guess we will only have the one chick this go around, but that's okay because we're so excited to have it.
This weekend I was watching Vanilli dig up little bugs and drop them in front of the chick to eat. To me it was such a special moment watching a Mama interact with her baby. Chicks don't get that under a brooding lamp.
And sometimes when Vanilli settles down, the chick hops up on her back and runs around checking things out from up high on Mama.
We have Vanilli and the chick separated from the flock, mainly because I knew the rest of the flock would eat all of the chick feed and the chick never have enough feed to eat. My suspicions were confirmed when I put out feed for the chick and Vanilli, and everyone congregated around the run trying to figure out how to get to the chick feed. Their feed isn't good enough, and I guess having full run of the backyard isn't good enough either. Little greedy buggers!
Vanilli talks to it constantly and whenever I come around she positions herself between me and the chick, even though she knows I'm not going to hurt it. The chick just looks up at me from behind Mama with that one-eyed chicken look. It's so cute!
Happy homesteading,
Candace
This weekend I was watching Vanilli dig up little bugs and drop them in front of the chick to eat. To me it was such a special moment watching a Mama interact with her baby. Chicks don't get that under a brooding lamp.
And sometimes when Vanilli settles down, the chick hops up on her back and runs around checking things out from up high on Mama.
We have Vanilli and the chick separated from the flock, mainly because I knew the rest of the flock would eat all of the chick feed and the chick never have enough feed to eat. My suspicions were confirmed when I put out feed for the chick and Vanilli, and everyone congregated around the run trying to figure out how to get to the chick feed. Their feed isn't good enough, and I guess having full run of the backyard isn't good enough either. Little greedy buggers!
Vanilli talks to it constantly and whenever I come around she positions herself between me and the chick, even though she knows I'm not going to hurt it. The chick just looks up at me from behind Mama with that one-eyed chicken look. It's so cute!
Happy homesteading,
Candace
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Chickie! Chickie!
About three weeks ago, Laura, our black Australorp, went broody. In the past, since we didn't have a rooster, we would do what we could to break the broody hen and would take the eggs from under her daily. But since we now have a rooster, we decided to let her give it a go. Having absolutely no experience with hatching eggs, we didn't know how often she could be off the nest and for how long. Often we would see her running around the yard with the flock, but she was always back on the eggs at bedtime. After about 10 days, Vanilli assumed the role of broody hen, and I'm thinking she did so during one of Laura's romps around the yard. For a few days, they seemed to be taking turns. Eventually, Vanilli took over for good and was pretty steadfast, an improvement over Laura's flightiness.
Today, Nate threw some scratch out and Vanilli came flying out of the nest box and the coop. Behind her, just as cute as could be, came a chick! He said he just looked at that chick, and said, "Where did you come from?" It was following Vanilli all over the yard, and then he gathered them both up and put them back in the nest box. He did find a dead chick, and later in the evening, once I got home from work, we found an egg that looked like the chick was trying to get out, but didn't make it. Vanilli is still sitting on about 9 eggs, and the little chick was nestled under her when I closed up the coop this evening. I sure hope we get more! This will be our first time raising a chick naturally with a mother hen and not under a brooding lamp.
Here is our new cutie!
And a trip around the yard with Mama Vanilli!
Happy homesteading,
Candace
Today, Nate threw some scratch out and Vanilli came flying out of the nest box and the coop. Behind her, just as cute as could be, came a chick! He said he just looked at that chick, and said, "Where did you come from?" It was following Vanilli all over the yard, and then he gathered them both up and put them back in the nest box. He did find a dead chick, and later in the evening, once I got home from work, we found an egg that looked like the chick was trying to get out, but didn't make it. Vanilli is still sitting on about 9 eggs, and the little chick was nestled under her when I closed up the coop this evening. I sure hope we get more! This will be our first time raising a chick naturally with a mother hen and not under a brooding lamp.
Here is our new cutie!
And a trip around the yard with Mama Vanilli!
Happy homesteading,
Candace
Friday, July 20, 2012
Watermelon for Dummies and Blog Award
What do you do when you can never tell when a watermelon is ripe? Grow Golden Midget. It turns yellow when its ripe. Don't believe me? Check this out!


Now folks, this is my kind of watermelon.

About a week or so again, Carolyn at Krazo Acres Farm honored me with the award above. I am deeply touched that she would include me on her list. Part of the deal is that I have to tell you seven things about me that you may not know and then pay this award forward to ten more blogs.
1. I hate peas.
2. I don't like dogs.
3. My favorite bands are The Smiths, The Cure, and I wouldn't be an 80s girl without loving Duran Duran.
4. My favorite book is "Gone With the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell.
5. I have read the LHOTP series more times than I can count.
6. I'm addicted to ice cream.
7. One of my favorite meals is a hamburger and onion rings.
I have a dilemma when it comes to choosing ten blogs to highlight. You see, I hate to say it, but I have not ventured into the blog world lately. I stay so busy that I tend to read the same blogs without expanding my horizons. I need your help. Please, please, please comment and give me some good blogs to consider and I'll hold off naming my ten choices. I hate to cop out on this, but I really need some help. Of course, all of the blogs on my blog roll are great, but I need some new blood, and most of them have strong readerships. Not that having a low readership is a requirement for getting this award, but I know there are some blogs out there that are just starting out that are worthy of some attention. Please feel free to toot your own horn if you're a reader with a blog.
Thanks in advance for your help!
Happy homesteading,
Candace
Now folks, this is my kind of watermelon.

About a week or so again, Carolyn at Krazo Acres Farm honored me with the award above. I am deeply touched that she would include me on her list. Part of the deal is that I have to tell you seven things about me that you may not know and then pay this award forward to ten more blogs.
1. I hate peas.
2. I don't like dogs.
3. My favorite bands are The Smiths, The Cure, and I wouldn't be an 80s girl without loving Duran Duran.
4. My favorite book is "Gone With the Wind" by Margaret Mitchell.
5. I have read the LHOTP series more times than I can count.
6. I'm addicted to ice cream.
7. One of my favorite meals is a hamburger and onion rings.
I have a dilemma when it comes to choosing ten blogs to highlight. You see, I hate to say it, but I have not ventured into the blog world lately. I stay so busy that I tend to read the same blogs without expanding my horizons. I need your help. Please, please, please comment and give me some good blogs to consider and I'll hold off naming my ten choices. I hate to cop out on this, but I really need some help. Of course, all of the blogs on my blog roll are great, but I need some new blood, and most of them have strong readerships. Not that having a low readership is a requirement for getting this award, but I know there are some blogs out there that are just starting out that are worthy of some attention. Please feel free to toot your own horn if you're a reader with a blog.
Thanks in advance for your help!
Happy homesteading,
Candace
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Welcome
First and foremost, I wanted to take a moment to welcome the new members who have joined my blog recently.
Sometimes I contemplate ending my blog because there just doesn't seem to be enough time in the day to do everything I would like, and writing posts fall to the bottom of the list of priorities more than anything else. Well, maybe not more than anything else. I mean cleaning my bathroom would hit rock bottom every time and only when I get the heeby jeebies do I actually clean it. Seriously, the mosquito-infested creek bed at the back of my yard seems cleaner than my bathroom sometimes. But I digress. I think the heat, lack of rain, and the end of the week are getting to me. I contemplate ending my blog. Then, I pull it up and see new followers and I think there must be something I'm writing, however infrequently, that is resonating. Seeing new followers gives me the energy to keep writing. So, I would love to hear from you why you keep coming back. With all of the great blogs out there, what about my blog resonates with you?
Now, realizing I can't do it all, I am discontinuing my Harvest Tally. A few weeks ago the battery on my scale ran out of juice and it was probably a week before I got to the store for a new one. Not weighing everything that came through the door or never even made it to the door because I ate it was liberating. I would like to try to keep up my preservation tally just because I don't can everyday and it will serve as an inventory for us to see how much of something we eat during the year. To sum it up, we are getting about 5 eggs a day from 6 layers, and a good amount of veggies, enough to eat on during the week and some left over to preserve in various ways. I'm happy about that and seeing the food on my plate each evening that I grew myself is proof enough I'm doing something right. I don't need pounds and ounces to prove it.
So, sound off if you will.
Until next post, happy homesteading,
Candace
Sometimes I contemplate ending my blog because there just doesn't seem to be enough time in the day to do everything I would like, and writing posts fall to the bottom of the list of priorities more than anything else. Well, maybe not more than anything else. I mean cleaning my bathroom would hit rock bottom every time and only when I get the heeby jeebies do I actually clean it. Seriously, the mosquito-infested creek bed at the back of my yard seems cleaner than my bathroom sometimes. But I digress. I think the heat, lack of rain, and the end of the week are getting to me. I contemplate ending my blog. Then, I pull it up and see new followers and I think there must be something I'm writing, however infrequently, that is resonating. Seeing new followers gives me the energy to keep writing. So, I would love to hear from you why you keep coming back. With all of the great blogs out there, what about my blog resonates with you?
Now, realizing I can't do it all, I am discontinuing my Harvest Tally. A few weeks ago the battery on my scale ran out of juice and it was probably a week before I got to the store for a new one. Not weighing everything that came through the door or never even made it to the door because I ate it was liberating. I would like to try to keep up my preservation tally just because I don't can everyday and it will serve as an inventory for us to see how much of something we eat during the year. To sum it up, we are getting about 5 eggs a day from 6 layers, and a good amount of veggies, enough to eat on during the week and some left over to preserve in various ways. I'm happy about that and seeing the food on my plate each evening that I grew myself is proof enough I'm doing something right. I don't need pounds and ounces to prove it.
So, sound off if you will.
Until next post, happy homesteading,
Candace
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