If God Wanted Us
To Have A Pond...

Dateline: 7 February 2016 AD

The conventional wisdom when you buy a piece of rural land is to spend a year or so getting to know the land before you build on it or make any improvements. Well, We bought our 16 acres of field and woods in June of 2012 and last fall (three years after the purchase) we decided how best to fix the extremely wet lower section of the field.

The picture below shows the problem. Springs on our neighbor's property flow onto our field. You can clearly see the springs in the ariel view. For as long as anyone remembers, the water from the springs has been directed through 4" drain pipes onto our land (the red arrow shows where the drain tiles are) and down to an open ditch behind the house. From there it flows into a stream in the woods.

(click picture for larger view)

But the drains have repeatedly plugged up over the years. When they get plugged, the water bubbles up to the surface and spreads out over the field, making is too wet to drive on or grow anything. Fixing the drains has always been a big mess in the past because the volume of water coming out of those springs is considerable. When we bought the property, the drains were plugged up.

I decided the best solution to this problem was to eliminate the drain tiles and just dig an open ditch from my property line to the ditch behind the house. It would be a simple, permanent fix, and if done properly, I could be a pleasant feature of the land. 

Last fall the wet area was as dry as we've seen it. Perfect for getting the job done.

My neighbor is a farmer who has heavy equipment and knows how to use it. I called him about digging a ditch. He came over and we walked the land, looking the situation over. I explained to him that an enormous amount of water normally flows over the land. Now was a perfect time to get the job done, before the fall rains came.

As we were walking and looking at the lay of the land he said that it would make for a nice pond location. Marlene and I liked the idea of a pond but didn't think it would be something we could afford. 

My neighbor then said he could put a 1/3 acre pond in for $3,500. I looked at Marlene and knew what she was thinking. I don't think it took me more than 5 seconds to tell my neighbor that we could afford that, and we would love to have a pond.

We were excited about the prospect of a pond. In the ariel view above, you can see  my neighbor's pond. That pond was the source of a lot of fun for my kids when they were growing up. The picture at the top of this blog post is my son James jumping off the dock of that pond.

I loved the idea of a pond because it would be a reservoir of water that I could tap into and gravity-feed to a frost-proof hydrant in a future garden area I have planned for the lower portion of the field.

So the heavy equipment came in. A bulldozer pushed the top soil off the pond area. Then my neighbor left the project to focus on harvesting his 100 acres of buckwheat. He had equipment problems with getting the crop in. More than a week went by. The rains held off, but they would surely be coming. We were getting a little nervous, knowing how much water normally ran over the land. I had told my neighbor it was a LOT of water. 

Finally, he got back to the pond with the trackhoe below. Everything was going to come together. What a relief.

Our house is located past the woods, out of sight, in the upper right corner of the ariel view above. I could hear the heavy equipment getting to work. And then, a short while later, my neighbor drove into my driveway. He got out of his truck and told me he had some bad news. Oh? What kind of bad news?...

The picture above shows the bad news. It's solid rock, around 5' down. Actually, it's not solid. It's shale. It's full of cracks and fissures. 

I wondered what our options were. My neighbor said he could still dig the pond and berm it up. It wouldn't be as deep as he would like to see it, and it might not hold water. Besides that, he was concerned about the scanty clay later under the soil. The clay was necessary to build a good pond. He figured he would have to dig more clay off a larger section of land, and that would cost more. So it was up to me to decide whether or not to proceed. The pond project was on hold.

This was a total shock to Marlene and I, and a huge disappointment. We had visions of a nice farm pond and family activities around the pond. It never occurred to us that there would be rock like that down there. It never occurred to our neighbor either, and he does all kinds of digging around here. There are numerous farm ponds around us.

I did some internet research on ponds, and shale, and sealing with clay, or using a liner. Nothing was a clear and compelling solution to our problem. Everything was more money. I finally decided that the best course of action would be to fill it all in and get the open ditch dug, before the fall rains came.

I figured that if God wanted us to have a pond, He would not have put a rock down there like that. 

I told my neighbor what I decided and that we needed to really get that ditch dug because it was surely going to rain soon. A couple days went by.... and the rains came. Then my neighbor showed up to dig the ditch. But it was much too wet.

Some days after the rain, he managed to get most of the top soil spread back over the pond area, but he said there was too much water to dig the ditch.

So, our plans to improve our land in 2015 were a total failure. The land and the water problem is now actually worse now than it was before we commenced to make our improvements. Without the established sod in the field, it is a giant mud hole. Very discouraging.

(click for larger view)

With all the water, and no heavy equipment to dig a ditch, I decided to just hand-dig a shallow ditch down through the field, hoping to channel much of the water flows coming up out of the ground in so many places. And that's what I did.

That simple little ditch made a huge difference. It is channeling a LOT of water in a steady stream. Were it an open ditch, as I had wanted to have, it would be a nice babbling brook. And wet sections of field on either side could be tiled into the ditch. Hopefully, next year we can get this done!

This next picture shows where my little ditch/stream empties into the open ditch behind the house.

This next picture is a view of the stream that the ditch leads to. The stream is fed in large part by springs about a mile away. When it rains, the stream swells (like in this picture), but it flows to some degree all the time. Only once, in the decades we've lived here, have I seen the stream totally dry. 

In retrospect, that shale bed in the field was totally unexpected, but not a total surprise. The picture below shows a section of shale bank in the stream that is along the field. 

—Lavoy Finnicum—
In His Own Words

Dateline: 6 February 2016

In 1787, Thomas Jefferson famously wrote...

"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants; it is its natural manure."

Today, people who cherish the Constitution of the United States, and the rule of law, as laid out in that Constitution, are considered dangerous extremists. Lavoy Finnicum, the Oregon rancher in the above video, is such an example.

Prior to being killed by agents of the US government in a preplanned ambush on a lonely rural road, Mr. Finnicum had never had so much as a traffic ticket. 

I have read online comments by Americans who are glad that the government employed an enormous amount of money, manpower and military force to kill Mr. Finnicum. 

I think it behoves all rational Americans to understand what Lavoy Finnicum believed in, was willing to die for, and ultimately did die for. Before you swallow the mainstream media's story about this man, take 1/2 hour of your time and listen to him tell his story in that video.  I think you will be surprised.

There are a couple more quotes that come to my mind here. This first one is for those who think Lavoy Finnicum was a law breaker who deserved what he got.
"No man can put a chain about the ankle of his fellow man without at last finding the other end fastened about his own neck."  —Frederick Douglass

In other words, if you are all in favor of Lavoy's long-held property rights being taken away by an unlawful bureaucracy, don't be surprised when your own property rights are taken away. 

And this quote is something to really think about...

"If you don't believe in something enough to die for it, you're not really living."  —Unknown

Grow Or Die
(A Book Review)

Dateline: 5 February 2016 AD

"In this book, David "The Good" delivers solid, serious, practical, eclectic gardening advice with a slightly zany (and pleasant to read) flair. Anyone new to gardening should own "Grow or Die." And, at the other end of the spectrum, anyone who has gardened for decades (like myself), will thoroughly enjoy this book."

That's the short, sweet and to-the-point book review I left today on Amazon for David Goodman's newest gardening book. I looked up the definition of two words as I was writing that review...

zany: amusingly unconventional. 

eclectic: Selecting or employing individual elements from a variety of sources, systems, or styles: 

Yup. Those words are appropriate, and the book really is a good read. I'll be getting the paperback version when it comes out (soon, I'm told). The book is also available in audio version which, I'm sure, is a top notch production (based on another gardening audio presentation of his that I've listened to).

If you are not yet familiar with David The Good, he is the most prolific garden writer, blogger and YouTuber I know. I should say, "eclectic" YouTuber—he films a wide range of subjects. 

Here are links to David's online resources...

Amazon's "David The Good" Page

David's Blog/Web Site (The Survival Gardener)

David's YouTube Channel (161 videos, thus far)

Definitely Check out
(zany, eclectic, informative)

(in the midst of his food forest, I presume)

Pa Mac's New Movie

Dateline: 4 February 2016 AD

Pa Mac and his dog

I had an opportunity to watch Pa Mac's new movie over the last two nights. The movie is Volume 1 of The Farm Hand's Companion Show. It is over two hours long and tells the story of how Pa Mac built himself a barn (with workshop), but it's not your typical modern barn. It's a barn like Pa Mac's grandfather (the original Pa Mac) would have built back in his day.  This YouTube Clip gives you an idea what the movie is about.

Personally, I was involved in the construction of quite a few pole barns in my younger years. The pole barns I built were made with pressure treated poles and lumber bought from a lumber yard. But Pa Mac built his barn using wood from trees on his land. He milled all his own lumber for framing and siding using a chainsaw. In other words, he did it the hard way. But the amazing thing is that he did something that few men do in this day and age— he built his own barn, with his own hands, using trees from his own land. And it's a truly fine barn.

Pa Mac is clearly a man of many talents, some of which are only hinted at in the movie. I'm referring to old-time talents. But Pa Mac also has the modern technical skills to create a very professional movie. I can imagine that the production time put into making this movie must have come close to the many hours it took to build the barn.

As I was watching the movie, I jotted down words that came to mind about it. Here they are (in no particular order)...

Great Music!

One odd feature of this movie is that it is a silent film; you don't hear PaMac say a single word. There are subtitles. The concept works remarkably well.

I think this film would be particularly good for younger boys and teens because it promotes the ideas of down-to-earth resourcefulness, creativity, and hard work. To see one man craft his own barn with basic tools, using trees from his own land, is a lesson well worth introducing the younger generation (at some point, I hope to watch this movie with my grandson). 

But don't get the idea that this movie is just for kids. I'm 58 years old and, frankly, I think this first film project of Pa Mac's is better than 99.9% of the movies put out by Hollywood!

If you are not yet familiar with Pa Mac, I encourage you to check out Pa's web site: The Farm Hand's Companion. And if you haven't seen any of Pa Mac's YouTube videos, be sure to check them out too: Pa Mac on YouTube.

Pa Mac's Handcrafted Barn and Workshop


Dateline: 2 February 2016 AD

It was just about exactly two years ago that I reviewed Anna Hess's book, Trailersteading here. My review morphed into a rant on the subject of trailers and people who live in them. If you have not read that blog, I recommend it to you: Trailersteading: A Book Review And A Rant.

I'm mentioning this book again because it has just been updated and republished, and is now available in paperback. Here's the Amazon link: Trailersteading

I really like Trailersteading because it's all about saving money (a LOT of money) on housing, and not going into debt, or not going deep into debt for a long period of time. 

The fact is, a great many Americans live in housing that is well beyond their means. They submit to debt slavery for decades, and pay an amazing amount of money in the form of interest to banks for the mortgage money they borrow (and, as I've discussed previously, those banks don't toil, and sweat and sacrifice for the money they lend, like you will to do to pay it back). 

As far as I'm concerned, having a long-term mortgage is fiscal foolishness, especially in the times we now live in. Mortgages presuppose that the future will be like the present, that the person who gets the mortgage will always have work and a steady income. But, as we all know, life doesn't always play out that way. 

I think a home should be a place where a family can have a measure of security and stability. If your home is mortgaged to a bank and dependent on you earning a steady income to pay the mortgage, you don't have security and stability. This is common sense, right?

Trailersteading is one viable solution to the affordable home conundrum. But the problem is, of course, that most Americans are too proud to live in an inexpensive old trailer. They'd rather be a slave to debt so they don't appear to be as poor as they really are. 

The fact is, if you want to have an inexpensive home, preferably on a section of rural land (which I explain the wisdom of HERE), in order to live a more secure and self reliant lifestyle, a used trailer makes a lot of sense. Then, with the money you save (part of which would be all that money you would otherwise be paying in interest to a bank) you can someday build the home of your dreams. In other words, trailersteading can be pursued as a wise first step in a long-range plan. 

That said, Trailersteading is a book of hope and solutions. I see it as a book that should be on every thoughtful agrarian's bookshelf—if not for yourself, than to lend to someone who could benefit from the practical perspective. 

If you go to Amazon, check out the "Look Inside The Book" feature. That'll give you a much better idea what Trailersteading is all about.

Dan Grubbs
Stewardculture Magazine
Christian Farm & Homestead Radio

Dateline: 1 February 2016 AD

Issue #5 of Stewardculture magazine
(it's free online)

I listen to Scott Terry's weekly Blogtalk radio show, Christian Farm & Homestead. Scott describes his show as "the voice of the covenantal agrarian resistance." In many ways, Scott's show is a voice crying in the wilderness. By which I mean that his opinions and views about life and faith are profoundly out of step with the opinions and views of modern mainstream culture. 

So, it's no wonder that I enjoy the show (and I even help to sponsor it). 

Today I listened to last Friday's show, which was an interview with Dan Grubbs, editor of Stewardculture Magazine. If you are of the Christian-agrarian persuasion, you'll find it to be a good interview. There was a discussion of Permaculture from a Christian perspective that is worth understanding. Then the conversation migrated into other things, like whether or not it is biblically ethical to till the soil. That was kind of a surprise topic.

If you are a Christian who is interested in responsible stewardship of the earth I think you'll find the interview interesting and thought provoking.

The same goes with pretty much every interview Scott has done. You can get to them all at this link: Christian Farm & Homestead Radio

P.S. I blogged HERE about Stewardculture magazine last October.

My Deliverance From
(And My Escape From Prison)

Dateline: 31 January 2016 AD

The Entrance to Auburn State Prison

Today is the third anniversary of my deliverance from wage slavery. Longtime readers already know my story, but I’ll be recollecting it here, again and again, in one way or another, every January 31st, for as long as I keep cranking out these blog posts. 

As far as life stories go, this one is pretty simple. No one will be making any movies about it. But if you were me, you would know it’s actually a remarkable unfolding of events as well as the fulfillment of a long-held hope.

The backstory is pertinent. It begins around the end of 1998 and into 1999. That was when I experienced the most significant personal crisis of my life. 

To that point, I had worked a couple decades in the building trades and had done pretty well at it. By “pretty well” I mean that I managed to support my family of five without my wife needing to work outside the home, I had almost no debt, and I had some money saved. 

Then it all fell apart.

A business venture I had invested my money and time into did not pan out. I was discouraged. I lost my drive and my focus. Over a period of months, my savings dwindled to nothing. I cashed in my retirement account. I had bills to pay, and a family to support. I became depressed.

When God chooses to humble a man, He knows exactly how to tailor that humbling experience to best make His point. When my savings were all tapped out, and the reality of my situation hit me, I was broken.

I remember the breaking point very well. Fact is, I’ll never forget it. I believe the biblical term for my condition at that time would be a “bruised reed.” When the breaking point came, I wasn’t praying for God to bless me anymore. I was on my face before Him, expressing angst and emotion like I had never known before in my life. What had I done wrong? Why was this happening to me? What should I do? Please help me!

It was then that God impressed upon me something that totally changed my life. The message that permeated my consciousness at that time is that God gives, and God takes… as it pleases Him to do. He’s in charge, not me. He doesn’t exist to serve me, I exist to serve him. He doesn’t need me, I need Him. My life is not my own, it’s His. When the full realization of those fundamental truths came, I repented of ever thinking otherwise—and of ordering my life with an attitude contrary to those truths.

My purpose in life became more focused on not striving for money and material comforts, but to strive instead for a life of greater obedience to Him; to live each day ever-cogent of God’s grace, faithfully dependent on God’s grace, and to pursue a lifestyle and attitude that is more pleasing in His sight. I now understand the deliberate pursuit of this kind of obedience can be summed up in the word, “sanctification.” Properly understood, sanctification is the intentional lifelong pursuit of a Christ-like attitude and character.

I was justified (saved) from the consequences of sin by God’s grace when I came to Christ at 13 years of age. But my Christian walk had not matured like it should. Oh, I thought it had. But God thought otherwise.

There is a familiar Bible verse (Romans 8:28) that took on a new meaning to me at that time in my life. It goes like this…

“…all things work together for good to them that love God…”

The natural understanding of the word “good” in that verse is decidedly self centered. We love to define good by translating it into concepts of personal health, happiness, ease, comfort, and prosperity. But could it be that translation totally misses the point?

Could it be that our definition of good can veer away from God’s definition of good? 

Could it be that “good” is more properly defined as God’s sovereign plan and will? And that our purpose is to serve that good, even if it means to suffer various trials and tribulations in this life (even unto death)? Well, I do think so, and this could take us into a much deeper theological discussion, but I need to get back on track with my story. Suffice it to say, I had a different perspective on life and my relationship to God after my bruised reed experience.

It was only a couple days after my humbling when I got a phone call, right out of the blue (as they say). It was a man I had worked for in the past. He knew nothing of my situation. He called to see if I would be interested in working as a teacher’s assistant in the building trades program at the local vocational school. 

I immediately saw this as God opening a door for me, and I said I was interested. Then he apologetically informed me that the job only paid $12,000 for the school year. Apparently, the school couldn’t find anyone else to fill the position for so little money. Classes were starting in less than a week. I took the job. (I’ve written about my experience as a government school teacher AT THIS LINK).

A couple weeks before the school year ended, with no job prospects, and not knowing for sure what I would be doing to earn money for the summer months, I got a call from the local maximum security state prison in Auburn, NY. They wanted to interview me for a job as a supervisor in their industry program.

That was another “out of the blue” event. I did’t really desire a job at the prison, and didn’t expect to get one. But, nearly a year before, on the advice and direction of an old friend who worked in the prison, I had filled out a two-page “test” and mailed it to Albany.

I went to the interview and got the job. One week before the school year ended, I started the prison job. My income would be multiple times what it was at the school. In time, I came to realize that getting the job I got was something pretty special. You have to know someone to get that kind of job. The only person I knew was my friend, Jerry. He made it happen. He was an instrument of God’s grace. I was very thankful.

Click this picture for a much larger arial view of Auburn State Prison

In my wildest dreams I never imagined that I would ever work in a maximum security state prison. Never. But the job came so easily, and paid so well, and I knew God had orchestrated it. I knew that was where He wanted me. It was the spring of 2000.

I won’t go into the dynamics and culture of working in a prison, except to say it’s a difficult place— it is an ongoing daily clash of bureaucratic foolishness, incompetence, and puffed-up egos (and that isn’t taking into account the convicts). 

Only once did I write here about My Non-Agrarian Day Job when I was working at the prison. I wrote that seven years into my “sentence,” and six years before my escape. It’s interesting to look back on that essay from my perspective now. 

Even more interesting is to read my blog post from last year titled, My Close Call With A Notorious Mob Hit-Man.

I never felt like prison was a good fit for me. There were a few really low points, which I would classify under the heading of “Failure of Character” on my part. Or, perhaps, “Total Failures in The Pursuit of Sanctification” would be a better description. Or, maybe just “Learning Experiences.” Whatever the case, I’d like to forget them. I certainly won’t be writing about them. 

Nevertheless, like I said, I was thankful to be there. In the final analysis, having an enjoyable and fulfilling job is totally beside the point when you have a family to support. Getting the bills paid is what matters more, especially once you've had the experience of not having enough money to pay your bills. I suspect some people reading this can relate to that.

So, I was a wage slave in “the system,” and I was prepared to put in the minimum of 20 years so I could retire with a decent pension. However, my long-held, independent-minded, entrepreneurial inclinations did not leave me when I took that prison job. 

It so happens that there is a lot of idle time in prison. I was able to do my job, and still have an abundance of time for myself— time to think, to sketch and resketch drawings of ideas, to write, to read, to pray, and to plan my escape.

At first, I didn’t realize I was planning my escape. I thought I was laying the groundwork for a small, home publishing business that I could establish while “doing time” in prison, then work at when I retired, after 20 years. With that thought in mind I self-published 100 copies of “Anyone Can Build A Tub-Style Mechanical Chicken Plucker.” That was March of 2002.

The book was not an instant success. But, slowly and surely, it started to get some notice. By the time I began writing this blog in June of 2005, the book had sold a few thousand copies. It was bringing in some money, all of which I invested back into the fledgling part-time business. 

I wrote five more books while I was in prison, and I started selling chicken plucker parts, along with some other down-to-earth products. I learned how to develop my own web sites using the Blogger format (totally free), and how to incorporate PayPal order buttons into the sites. When I did that, the business took off.

Around 2010 I realized that I couldn’t possibly continue operating my Planet Whizbang home business while working full time at the prison job. But the mail order business was not making enough money for me to feel comfortable leaving the security of a government job. 

And that’s when the state of New York, faced with budget problems, offered employees like me the option of reducing their work hours by up to 40%, and still keep their job. My pay would be reduced accordingly, but that didn’t matter. I could work 3-1/2 days a week and still keep my job. I filled out the paperwork as soon as I learned about it. I saw this part-time option as a Godsend, literally.

The Whizbang business continued to bring in more money every year. And then one of the guys I worked with told me that I could retire from state “service” at 55 years of age, and collect a pension. He said my pension wouldn’t be very much with only 13 years on the job, but it might be enough to pay for health insurance. I looked into the specifics, and he was right. I started thinking very seriously about “retiring.” And that's what I did.

On January 31, 2013, I walked out of Auburn State Prison for the last time—a free man. It was the happiest day of my life. 

Some of my co-workers in prison couldn’t understand why I would leave such an easy job that paid so well. Almost no one leaves before getting at least their 20 years in. I heard stories about a few that did leave, then regretted their decision in later years.

But I knew it was my time to get out, just as I knew it was my time to take the job 13 years earlier. I knew God was in it. I knew He had orchestrated the events. 

I also knew that I would never be able to retire and receive a decent pension; I would have to work harder than ever, and for the rest of my able days. But I don’t see than as a bad thing when I’m doing creative, entrepreneurial work with a home business. 

Now, here's the point of this lengthy story… 

When I worked hard and strived for material success with a self-centered heart, I failed miserably. Other people can do that and meet with great success. But that was not my path. God works in different people’s lives in different ways. 

I've learned that there is a big difference between working with a striving, self-centered heart, and working with an attitude of diligence, combined with patience and faithful contentment, trusting God to lead and provide, as it pleases Him, in accordance with His good plans. 

Believe it or not, having a successful, home-based mail order business was the desire of my heart going all the way back to when I was 16 years old. By the grace of God, it took me 39 years to get here, and I had a lot to learn along the way. The measure of material prosperity I now have is modest, but sufficient. It didn't come all at once. Everything came gradually. It came with hard work. And it came so surprisingly and satisfyingly after "success" was no longer my central focus. 

I’ve rambled on too long, but I want to say this, and I mean it…. 

This whole dream-come-true home business could easily meet with some disaster. Which is to say, God could take it away from me. And if that happens, I would be disappointed, but I don't believe I would be devastated. I know God would provide in some other way. I’ve seen Him do it in my life before.

I’ll close with the Bible verse that I think most sums up my whole attitude about life and business...

“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”

That comes from Proverbs Chapter 3. The Book of wisdom. Indeed.

Rethinking Elderberry Tincture
(The Tincture-Berry Concept)

Dateline: 25 January 2016 AD

Alcohol-soaked elderberries

I've written here in the past about my desire to grow medicinal elderberry cultivars and make elderberry tincture for my family. The journey started back in the spring of 2014 when I planted four seedlings on the edge of my garden, and it has come to reality this winter with three quarts of alcohol-soaked elderberries, like you see in the picture above.

The usual procedure when making tincture is to drain off the infused alcohol after a few months in the jar. Then to squeeze out the berries to get every last possible drop of the valuable tincture. I did that with the quart jar of Brandy-infused berries I made last August...

A dropper bottle of elderberry tincture in January. Notice the pruned and stake-tied elderberry bushes in the background.

It's nice to have little dropper bottles of tincture like that.  BUT squeezing tincture out of the berries is a messy job, and it occurred to me that I was doing something that isn't really necessary. Here's what I mean...

The half-gallon jar of Everclear-infused berries I made last August is now setting on our kitchen counter. On top of the lid is a bottle dropper. When we feel like we need a little tincture (like, after a sneeze or upon feeling like our cold-resistance is low), we simply open the jar and get some tincture with the dropper. 

As we have done this, the liquid level in the jar has dropped below the berry level. Seeing that, I got the obvious idea of just eating a partial spoonful of the berries. Why not? They're full of tincture and full of berry. Except for an occasional bit of berry stem, it's ALL good.

So now I'm thinking that there is no good reason to squeeze out the berries just to get liquid. Why can't I put berries and tincture juice together into smaller jars with an opening large enough to fit a spoon into? I'm envisioning 4oz canning jars, Like This....

If you missed my past blog posts on growing elderberries and making tincture, here are some pictures...

The Old-Timer's
Poultry Library

Dateline: 22 January 2016 AD

I'm pleased to announce that I've just put the finishing touches on The Old-Timer's Poultry Library. The library is 35 old poultry books, converted to PDF file and compiled onto a high-quality USB flash drive. You simply plug the flash drive into your computer and all the books are right there for you.

The poultry library will sell for $16.95. But it is now available for a limited time at the introductory price of only $11.95.

It is more expensive to put a collection of pdf books on a flash drive, as opposed to a CD, but a flash drive is easier to use and makes the books available to you much faster. 

You can learn all about the Old-Timer's Poultry Library, and see all the books that are in the library at my Agriphemera web site. Here's the link: The Old-Timer's Poultry Library.

If you have an interest in raising poultry, and you have an interest in old ways, you'll really appreciate this new resource.

I like this old picture. 
It comes from one of the books in 
The Old-Timer's Poultry Library.