There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.
Albert Einstein
(photo by my friend Dan of Tutus and Ladybeetles)
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Miracles
Posted in Musings on October 4, 2010| 23 Comments »
Swings and Roundabouts
Posted in Frugal Living, Musings on September 28, 2010| 32 Comments »

Tonight, we had dinner at home.
We’ve been carefully growing a prize head of broccoli (well, it’s a prize to us!) – an errant seedling from our punnet of sprouting broccoli which grew into a large, old-fashioned cluster. After carefully removing the five cabbage moth caterpillars, we broke the head into florets and cooked it with anchovies and a clove of garlic, and then served it with our homemade pasta.

As we sat down together for dinner, I commented to Small Man that life is all about swings and roundabouts. The meal tonight cost us almost nothing – the broccoli came from the garden; the pasta was homemade using eggs from our lovely ladies. All up dinner for the four of us would have been about $3.
I tried to explain to the boys (and they politely refrained from rolling their eyes) that it’s all about finding a balance – we had the most wonderful dinner at La Casa last week, but eating out isn’t something we do all the time. That certainly doesn’t mean we deprive ourselves – furthermore, not dining at restaurants every night makes the occasions when we do go out special!
For us, frugal living isn’t about penny-pinching; rather it’s about making conscious choices about how we spend our money, reducing waste, and most importantly, appreciating what we have and being content with the lifestyle we can afford.
Our philosophy is this: no matter what our circumstances in life, everyone of us has finite resources, and wanting…lusting…for more than we can afford is a sure path to misery. So we’ve always worked to keep the bar low – we try to find excitement and joy in simple things, rather than lamenting the expensive luxuries we can’t afford. And as I pointed out to the boys tonight, we were having a meal that we just couldn’t buy at a restaurant – where else could you dine on broccoli less than an hour after it’s picked, or pasta made with eggs that were laid that morning?
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For I have learned, in whatever state I am, to be content.
Philippians 4:11b
Life Goes On
Posted in Musings on August 14, 2010| 28 Comments »
The circus moves on and so do I,
time flies like the birds,
and slides with the snails
but time never stops as life goes on.
Performances start and finish,
they flash by like lightning
and they drift on like the clouds
but time never stops as life goes on.
As the day comes to a close,
the sun disappears and the moon brings light.
Dreams can be happy and dreams can be sad
but time never stops as life goes on.
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A poem by Big Boy,
penned when he was 10 years old.
(Photo taken especially for us by our beloved
friend Dan of Tutus and Ladybeetles)
Free Range Chicken
Posted in Food & Friends, Frugal Living, Musings, tagged free range chicken, free range chickens in Australia, FREPA on August 6, 2010| 29 Comments »

Now that we have our own chickens, it’s suddenly become more important to me that the chickens we buy for meat have had a reasonable quality of life. They’re such interesting, intelligent birds, and while our girls haven’t quite made a vegetarian out of me yet, I am now looking more closely at the meat we’re buying.
We haven’t bought a non-free range chook for years, but recently I’d read a couple of articles which suggested that the way some free range chickens are kept is cruel, as they aren’t used to being in large flocks and tend to peck at each other mercilessly. There have also been stories about free range birds being de-beaked and de-spurred in at attempt to stop them killing each other.
To try and understand this all a bit better, I rang FREPA and made some enquiries. FREPA stands for Free Range Egg and Poultry Australia – a not-for-profit company which accredits free range poultry farmers in Australia. Do have a look at their standards – they’re an enlightening read.
Here are some of the things I found out:
1. In Australia, FREPA certified meat chickens are not mutilated in any way – beak trimming, toe trimming and de-beaking are not permitted. According to the lady I spoke to, this is because it isn’t necessary – our meat birds have been bred to be non-aggressive, although this isn’t the case in all countries. Roosters and laying hens are more inclined to peck, but this isn’t an issue with the birds raised in Australia specifically for meat. The standard for meat birds is available here; the comparable one for egg laying chickens is here.
2. FREPA standards do not allow de-beaking of free-range laying hens. De-beaking involves cutting the top beak to be shorter than the bottom one. However, beak trimming is permitted – I’ve been advised that this involves taking less than 1mm off the beak when the chick is a day old, before its pain receptors have developed. This process is carried out to stop the birds from cannibalising each other.
I was most surprised when Meg from FREPA had a look at the photos of our chickens and advised me that our birds had been beak trimmed! She said the trimming done on our hens was the maximum permitted by FREPA.

3. FREPA have in place a regulation which prevents free range egg producers from artificially lighting enclosures for extended hours to force the birds to lay continuously. According to the standard, artificial lighting is only allowed where the combination of natural and artificial light doesn’t exceed 15 hours per 24 hour period.
4. Contrary to what most people think, organic does not automatically mean free range. Organic refers only to the food the birds are fed, free range refers to the way they’re raised. Of course, the reverse is also true, and free range birds aren’t usually fed organic feed, but they do have the option of foraging for some of their food outdoors. This is a big issue – with organic birds often retailing for nearly $30 each here in Australia, it makes sense to check that the bird is both organic and free range. And personally, if I had to make a choice, I would always choose free range over organic – our primary concern being the animal’s welfare.
5. Slowly, slowly, the country is undergoing a revolution – Red Rooster, one of our largest fast food chains, is currently trialling free range birds in Western Australia. If the move is successful, it will be rolled out across the country. How cool will it be when our takeaway roast chickens are all free range?
6. Free range birds grow at a slightly slower rate than battery chickens, but in a far less stressful environment. The difference in flavour may be attributed to this lack of stress.
7. In Australia, we are blessed with space, which means we have plenty of room to allow our free range chickens to roam about. This is a limiting issue in many countries, particularly in parts of Europe. We are fortunate to live in a country where lamb and beef are also grazed rather than intensively farmed, although that’s often not the case with pork unless it’s specifically marketed as free range.
If you’re an Aussie, and you want to choose a chicken (or eggs) from an accredited FREPA farm, look for the FREPA logo. It’s a line drawing of a chicken on a silhouette of Australia, and is a guarantee that the bird you’re buying has lived a decent free range life!

Profiling Chickens
Posted in Frugal Living, Musings, tagged backyard chickens, naming chickens on July 25, 2010| 26 Comments »
Am I boring you yet with all these chicken posts?
Just one more to complete the set – I thought those of you who were following their antics might like to know what we eventually named them all.
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Top of the pecking order is Queenie, full working title “Queenie the Meanie”. She rules the roost like the Emperor ruled the Dark Side.

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Bertha, with her crooked comb and fierce eyes, is Queenie’s enforcer. She does most of the pecking in the flock. She is by far the smartest chicken, and Pete’s favourite, as she’ll eat from his hand and likes to follow him around the garden. She’s also the healthiest, moves the fastest and digs up the most worms. I once watched her in amazement as she tried to catch flying insects, Mr Miyagi-style.

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Harriet, who is so similar to Queenie that it’s sometimes difficult to tell them apart (she has a marginally lighter coloured head), sits third in the order. This little gang of three can often be seen eating together, to the exclusion of the others, although Harriet will be pecked away once there’s less food to go around.

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My favourite chicken is Francesca. With her distinctively dark head and red comb, she is by far the most beautiful lady in the group. She’s a bit of an enigma, and it’s hard to be sure exactly where she sits in the hierarchy. I’ve never seen her pecked, nor have I seen her pecking anyone else. All the other chickens leave her alone, but perhaps that’s because she’s learnt to keep out of their way.
Frannie doesn’t particularly like to fly, so will try her hardest to roost anywhere other than the raised platform. We’re perpetually having to pull her out of the laying box, and she once tried to roost on a stick on the ground.

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Timid little Maggie, with her pecked head, clearly hasn’t learnt how to get out of everyone’s way like Francesca has. We’re not sure what goes on in the roost each night, but we suspect she doesn’t know her station, and gets pecked mercilessly for stepping out of line. Chickens are like the mean girls at school – if I watch them for too long, I start having flashbacks…

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Right at the bottom of the pecking order is little Rosemary. She’s not shy. Clearly the youngest in the group, she can be downright annoying at times, running around the pen like a mad thing and bodyslamming into the dominant hens while they’re feeding. She has big yellow legs and I suspect she’ll end up the largest of them all.

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Aside from the pecked heads, our ladies seem very happy, and they certainly have healthy appetites. We now have four hens a-laying, which provides us with two to four eggs a day. They looove leftovers, particularly pasta and rice, although Pete won’t let me feed them too many carbs, as he insists it’s very bad for them to get fat. I guess watching your weight really is the bane of females everywhere!

