Why is it so hard to find pastured chicken in Ontario?

This has been an interesting month. We have been contacted by a few people who stumbled across our website and our Facebook page. I keep hearing how happy they are to have found a source for pastured poultry. Now, this makes me very happy. It's great to know that there are people out there that are informed and care about where their food comes from. Most people don't give it a second thought. It comes from the grocery store. Duh!

But the word is getting out there, and people are asking questions. Were the vegetables sprayed with pesticides? Were they genetically modified? How was the meat raised? Was the animal in question given antibiotics? Was that chicken stuck in a barn its whole miserable life? 

Once we start asking these questions and finding out the answers we start wanting to change how we eat. And that's not always easy. 

Farmer's markets are a great place to start. You can find fresh from the farm beef, pork, and just about any vegetable you could want. But where's the chicken?

You will not likely find chicken at a farmer's market. And there's a good reason for that.

Chicken production in Canada is controlled by a supply management system. Back in the early 1970's chicken farmers had a problem. The price of chicken was so low that they were having a hard time even breaking even. Their solution was to form  a quota system. Farmers were given a quota of birds to raise and they were guaranteed a price. That started the era of the factory farm. From a purely business standpoint, it is much more efficient to keep the birds confined and feed them as much as possible so they grow as fast as possible. And that is how the vast majority of chickens are raised. Sad but true.

Here in Ontario this is governed by the Chicken Farmers of Ontario. For years they controlled all of the chicken produced in Ontario. In 2009, after pressure from farmers who wanted to produce organic free-range chicken, the CFO allowed an exemption for small flocks. This made it possible for small farms to produce chicken, not just for their own families, but to sell to people who want better chicken.

But there's a catch. The CFO, not wanting to make things easy for small flock producers, added some restrictions.

You have to buy the chicks at a hatchery. This way the CFO can track how many birds you have. In fact, the hatchery is required to give you a form, called a form 300, that you have to take to the processor. If you don't have the form the processor will not accept the birds.

You can only raise 300 birds in a year. This ensures that producing chicken will never be more than a hobby. You cannot make a living raising 300 birds. Most small flock farmers don't even come close to 300. Why not? Because you are not allowed to advertise, and you can only sell at the farm gate. That means you pretty much have to rely on word of mouth. And why would you order 300 chicks if you don't know whether you will be able to sell them?

So, if you are looking for pastured poultry in Ontario, ask around. If your friends don't know a small flock farmer you might need to do a little digging around. Try the farmers at the market. Chances are someone will know someone. You won't be able to buy it there, but you might get some information. Even better, ask at the local feed store. They know who is buying the feed.

Of course, if you are in the Belleville area we might be able to hook you up here at Joyful Noise Farm. Look us up and Like us on Facebook and we can keep you updated on what we're up to.

Once you have tried true free-range chicken you will never want to go back to that factory farm chicken from the grocery store.

ducks just gotta have water

In the summer there's no place a duck would rather be than in the water. They love to splash and play and to keep themselves clean. We keep a kiddie pool for them to use, and they spend a lot of time in there.

But in the winter there is no way to keep their pool from freezing. Even their water dishes get icy and need to be freshened up every couple of hours. What's a duck to do?

Today the temperature is hovering around the freezing point after a long stretch of bitter cold. So, it's time for a bath in the water dish.

Ducks love to do this, even in a smaller dish that they can't fit into.  They dip their bill into the water and then preen themselves.  After several minutes they look just as wet as if they had been in their pool.

They are so fun to watch because they are so enthusiastic and are happily quacking away as they go about their business.

But the chickens are not so sure they are not crazy.  

snowy day

 

Yesterday we awoke to the first major snowfall of the year.  There was about four to six inches of the white stuff, enough for the school bus to be cancelled. 

The trees looked beautiful all decked out in white.

 

Well, except for this one.  Yes, that branch is leaning on the side of the house. Yikes!

 Miraculously, it managed to land without breaking any of the four windows, nor did it damage the woodstove chimney.  We are so thankful for that. If you look closely you can see David firing up the chainsaw.

 

It's always funny to see the chickens' reaction when they see the first snow of the year.  They just stop in their tracks while their tiny brains process what they are seeing. 

 

It takes a while, but they do bravely venture out.

 

They stay pretty close to the coops though.

The goats aren't sure what to think.  All they can be sure of is that this is all my fault, and they make sure I know it.

Best of all are the ducks. They have no problem with the snow, even though their bellies are dragging in it and their little legs sink right down.  But they are still quacking joyfully and wandering all over the yard.

And of course Tessa loves the snow.

Guess it's not a good day for hanging out the laundry.

a tale of two chickens

When we got our chicks in August we had a bit of a dilemma.  We had ordered both white rocks, which are broiler chickens, and red shavers, which are layers.  Should we raise them in the same brooder box?  The white rocks would definitely grow much faster than the reds.  But, it is easier to only have one box to deal with, so we put them in together.

They all got along just fine.  Although the white rocks quickly outgrew the reds, they are not at all aggressive, so there was no fighting or pecking their smaller companions.  If anything the reds encouraged the whites to be more active.  When the screened lid of the box was removed for adding feed or water the whites would sometimes attempt to fly out.  This is not something we usually see them do.

So they grew and grew, and went outside to their movable pen. And there, in the sunlight and fresh air, they grew some more. Usually we would keep them confined to the pen until they are about the size of our silkie, a bantam chicken.  This is to protect them, not only from potential predators like hawks or foxes, but also from being picked on by our other chickens or turkeys, who free range around the property. But when the whites had reached that size the reds were still quite a bit smaller, so we left them in another week.

They are enjoying being outside.  The other birds did peck at them and chase them a little at first, but mostly they just go about their business and ignore them.  Looking at them, it is hard to believe they are exactly the same age.









 
And they continue to grow and thrive.  We move their pen daily to give them fresh grass to sleep on.  White rocks do not roost, since they are so large they are not able to fly.  The reds would roost, and they do sometimes hop on the feed trough handle, but usually they snuggle up to the whites right on the ground.

They still get along, even with the size difference.  In a few weeks, when it is time for the whites to leave us and head to freezer camp they will be missed.  But for now, they are all best buddies.

 

Meet the Bloody Butcher

Back in January, in the dark days of winter, I spent a lot of time on gardening web sites.  On a cold day it is fun to think ahead to spring and plan what new and interesting veggies to plant this year.  One of my favourite sites is Terra Edibles, which is a small garden center that specializes in heritage seeds and plants.  They carry many, many obscure varieties that I have never heard of, and it is fun to try new things each year.  

This year a variety of tomato caught my eye, intriguingly called the Bloody Butcher.  According to the description it is early, not very big, and has a rich tomato flavour.  How could I resist that?  

They have begun to ripen this week.  David requested a couple of tomato and cheese sandwiches, so out to the garden I went.

 

There were a few ripe ones.  Actually, the Bloody Butchers are the only ones even close to being ripe.  All of the other varieties are still very green. They aren't very big, about two inches in diameter.  They are about the same size as the "cocktail" tomatoes you see in the grocery store.

Although small, they do slice neatly for sandwiches.  They are nice and juicy and have a great flavour, just a little sweet. 

And, they make a great sandwich.  They would be ideal for in a salad, but they are also good just picking them and eating them right in the garden.  We will definitely be planting these again next year.

A day in the life

Yesterday was such a beautiful day that I could not resist grabbing the camera for a little show and tell.  The ducks are enjoying their new pen.  It is actually a large dog kennel, which gives them lots of space, and protection from any coyotes or other bad guys that might be lurking.

They are using a plastic sled for a pool of water.  How many ducks fit in a sled?

 We will need to get them a bigger pool. 

The white rocks are enjoying the sun.  

They still stay in the pen, but in a week or so they will be big enough to free range with the laying hens.  They love being outside in the grass, where yummy bugs can be found.

In the small coop we have six Ridley bronze turkey poults and four polish chicks.  The dark ones are the turkeys.

It would appear that two of the chicks are cockerels, which is good since we currently don't have any roosters.  This might explain why the kids sleep so late.  Or maybe not.

Isn't he handsome?

Out in the yard the layers are having breakfast.

That is Pookie in the middle.  She was one of our first chickens, and is still a favourite.

In the coop are Broody Twins #1.

After taking this picture I got three eggs from underneath them.  Then they pecked me.  Silkies may look cute and fluffy, but don't tick them off.

In the turkey coop are Broody Twins #2.

These two have been sitting on eggs since the first part of May.  Some of their chicken friends have also contributed eggs. While the chicken eggs will not hatch due to our lack of rooster, the turkey eggs are probably fertile, judging by some interesting turkey behaviour of late. 

Since we have seen coyotes in the neighbourhood lately, Oreo is on the alert.  He takes his job seriously, like a good farm dog should.

  

 Tessa can be a big help too.

But she always has time for kitty kisses.

This is our potato project.  As the summer progresses we will add wood to the sides of the frame and more soil.  We hope that the potatoes will continue to produce and we will end up with a lot of potatoes in a small area.  Next year we will make a raised bed in this spot and we will plant a strawberry patch.  The ugly orange fence keeps the chickens out.

We moved the firepit to a new location.  You can tell by the weeds that we haven't used it much this year.

Our redneck garden bench.  This one is all David, he put it there thinking the dogs might sit on it.  But they only liked it when it was in the van.  I think it's time for it to go.

Leaves of three, let them be...

I love this time of year.  Spring is in full swing, the trees are once again leafy and green, and the chicken water founts don't ice up at night.  It's the perfect time for a walk in the woods.  Here in Ontario there is an added attraction in the woods this time of year.  Of course I am talking about trilliums.

From late April to early May they bloom.  The snowy white blossoms light up the woods, fluttering and swaying with the breeze.  

 Sometimes trilliums can be pink, or even dark red.  The red ones are quite rare, but we did see several pink ones on our walk.

 A lot of people think that it is illegal to pick trilliums.  That is not actually true, although they are protected in provincial parks and conservation areas.  But it does add to the mystique and makes these pretty flowers seem even more special.

  Too soon the blossoms will wither, and the plant will fade into the background. But for now they are a perfect excuse to head for the woods with a camera in hand.  But don't forget the bug repellant, because blackflies are also in season.