The Land Giveth

One of the main reasons Hubby and I wanted country life was for him to be able to hunt our land. Typically, he is a deer hunter. he’s done other hunts…bear, elk, duck…well now he’s decided he wants to hunt goose. One of his co-workers brought in a pressure cooked goose breast for him to try. Hubby swears it is the best bird meat he’s ever tasted. So, he wants to goose hunt. Fine. I’m willing to cook it and try it. He already likes it, so someone will eat it.

That’s rule in our home…no hunting anything that won’t be eaten. No taking lives just for the shoot. Not allowed. The only exception to the rule is a predator. If the area coyotes or skunks decide our livestock is tasty, well, then they are fair game.

This past Sunday, Hubby got his first goose. The following pictures detail how Hubby readied the goose for freezer camp.

Hubby with his first ever goose.

Hubby with his first ever goose.

Sir Goose after his ordeal.

Sir Goose after his ordeal.

This is what happens when Sir Goose decided he was going to get up after the inital shot and fall.

This is what happens when Sir Goose decided he was going to get up after the initial shot and fall.

It is unfortunate that Sir Goose did not die with the first hit. However, Hubby made sure to put him out of his misery quickly. While this image may be disturbing to some, it is a fact that if we are going to take lives to feed ourselves, we must make the death as humane as possible. Having your face blown off might not seem humane, however, it ended any pain Sir Goose would have been in immediately.

plucking feathers to get to the skin

Plucking feathers to get to the skin


Down to the skin, and taking out the breasts.

Down to the skin, and taking out the breasts.

One breast out, now for the next one.

One breast out, now for the next one.

Sir Goose, after we have taken the breasts and other meat from his body.

Sir Goose, after we have taken the breasts and other meat from his body.

Breasts, and heart. Ready for washing, and freezing.

Breasts and heart. Ready for washing, and freezing.

The rest of Sir Goose’s carcass was stripped of meat bits, rinsed and put into the freezer for our next dog. There really is very little to a goose, once you take the breasts out, however, I wanted to be sure to use as much of him as possible.

The heart I chopped and fed to the cats, after Hubby made sure there were no parasites. Max was very appreciative of his raw meal. The breasts will go int he freezer so that at the end of the season, what ever Hubby has harvested will be pressure cooked, cooled and smoked. Then sliced for lunch meat. Much like smoked chicken or turkey breast. Only harvested from our Farm.







Welcome To Midnight Calico Farm

Who are we at Midnight Calico Farm?

We are the people you may have been following over at WolfSong is Being Pecked to Death by Ducks.
I’m WolfSong. I’m the Mama, the Gardener, the Cook, the Dreamer, the Artist, the Photographer…and so much more. I live on 78 and a bit acres on the Manitoba prairies. If you read the other blog, you have an idea of the journey it took to get here. There was a time that I thought this was never going to happen. And then it did. I won’t bore you with the details of getting here. This blog is for here.

So, who else lives here? Right now, we have:

The Kid~my pre-teen daughter who is horse crazy. Very, very horse crazy. Her first love was a 13-year-old black thoroughbred gelding named Henry. She still sees him every week, and loves him like her own.

Hubby~the guy who goes to work every morning, and brings home the bacon. Well, not literally, but it’s his paycheck that has made this venture possible. He’s the guy who hunts and fishes and loves all outdoor stuff.

3 cats~we have 2 that were indoor cats in the city, and are right happy remaining indoor cats in the country. Just last week we had a new barn cat join the farm. That’s Max. He’s a barn buddy from the Humane Society. If he didn’t have a farm to go to, chances are he would have been put down. Now he has 78 acres to call home.

Our Plan

What I am hoping to build here on the farm, is a sustainable lifestyle that is not dependent on grocery stores. I want to have a milking animal, meat animals, chickens for eggs, and several large gardens. From those gardens you will seeΒ  variety of seeds for sale. I want to build a small-scale seed business. One that relies on the food I feed my family. Hey, if I’m not willing to grow it and feed it to my family, what business do I have trying to convince someone else to do that?

The plan also includes the sale of meat from our hoofed meat animals. Or perhaps shares. We’ll see. I’m looking into the best ways to do that. Meat sales won’t come for a few years though. One of the main things we have to do next spring is fencing. Most of our land is un-fenced farm land. I need to fence it for pasture. We have several people who have volunteered to help with this, including a few guys from Hubby’s work.

Our fences will have to be a little stronger than most cattle fences though. My meat animals will be bison. Yep, I’m going to have bison on my farm. πŸ™‚

This is not a decision I have made lightly. I have looked at the market for the meat. I have spoken with several farmers (including one woman in SK who has a bottle baby bison cow that she now milks…my mind is blown at that idea!!! But, really, how likely is that? Yeah, it’s not a realistic goal. Not to say I wouldn’t try, if I ended up with a bottle heifer), and visited a few of the local ranches. In fact, my property backs onto one of the local ranches. I let out an excited “squee!” when I realized that! The fellow who used to be the president of the Manitoba Bison Association has offered to answer any questions I have…we went for a tour of his and his wife’s operation. Wow! Huge, huge, huge! Way bigger than I want to be. But then, he said he started out small and just grew from there.


Who knows what will happen. All I know, is I want a source of meat for my family that we have over seen their growth. We know they are healthy, we know they’ve lived a good life, before we’ve given them a good death. We know that the job of this blog will be to document those lives, before we end them to feed us. We want you, readers, to see what goes into the food you eat. I hope you’ll stick with us through the gory posts. I’m not going to hide any of what goes on in the production of food. Be it growing and killing animals, hunting, dressing the game/meat animals, or just the endless cycle of poo. Be prepared you’re going to see it all here. As unglamorous and gory as it can be, it’s life. It’s where your food comes from. And we at Midnight Calico Farm believe that people need to know those details.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you. πŸ™‚