A few days ago, Tito (Lita’s husband), collected wild honey from one of the nearby hills. I am sure the process of getting to the honey is something I would never want to experience so I am grateful he shared some with us. I posted the pic on FB and my sister Janice was kind enough to send an idea on how to extract it from the comb.
First, I placed the parts into a large zip lock bag and crushed them with my hand. I did not capture that pic as my hands got covered in honey!
Then I called Ana in from the yard and asked her to poke some holes in the bag so I could squeeze out the honey. After that was somewhat complete, I then put the parts into a metal strainer over our container and crushed more with a fork. It is a really strong flavor, one that I have never tasted in honey….very nice. I will use the comb too, I think I can soak it in cool water and use the strained water to sweeten tea.
Oh yeah….and Happy New Year!
Ana and I both completed a Permaculture class years back hosted by permie guru Toby Hemenway, author of “Gaia’s Garden”, one of our favorite resource books. The class was held at South Seattle Community College over 6 weekends, each conducted on a monthly basis so it took 6 months to complete. Our weekends with Toby were extra special as he always invited at least one guest instructor to join in the learning fun. We met Bullock brother, Douglas; we later traveled to Orcas and camped overnight for a tour of their incredible farm. Highly recommended!
We also were able to meet and learn from chicken expert (among other topics) Paul Wheaton. About a week ago, Ana and I decided to implement his concept of paddocks, which are movable fenced areas for the chickens. We were tired of the chicken poo everywhere…sidewalks, driveway….ick. With all experiments, we will see if this works in Mexico.
No connection to the paddock method….we think anyway: A few days back one of the chickens, Katarina, starting acting odd just before bedtime; she could not stand straight up and was stumbling about trying to move. We moved in and picked her up and Ana thought a scorpion may have stung her. Since there is not any real way to tell (unless of course if you see one on or about the chicken) she relied on her past knowledge and also asked our neighbor, who was out feeding his donkey. He agreed with Ana and said to give it garlic and keep her separate from the others and wait. Hmm….
Right after Ana fed the chicken some garlic and water, her nephew Adrian came to visit. He asked if we had searched the internet for answers. Great idea! I searched and found a site where others had discussed the same topic and they recommended benadryl. Ana ground some up and we force fed her some of the pink liquid, then placed her in one of the cat cages we used for the journey south and put her on our large porch for the night.
Over the next day we watched and force fed her water and a few little bites of food. I wondered if she would recover…but after a day and half she stood up. Wow! We put her in the front yard for another half day on her own to be separate from the other chickens and she slowly began to forage and eat. Happy ending! She is now back with the others in the paddock.