tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55603227967752773372024-03-12T16:11:28.945-07:00The Backyard FarmerThe Tale of an Admittedly Poor Gardener's Attempts to Transform Her Small Yard In a Major Urban Area From a Total Resource-suck Into a Food-producing UtopiaSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-39542159716804934852010-01-15T21:23:00.000-08:002010-01-15T22:13:54.283-08:00Walking!!!I knew it was coming any time. You've been wanting to walk for several weeks now...your favorite game is to hold onto Mommy's fingers and walk around the room in a circle. This is very fun for you and very hard on Mommy's back! You take every opportunity to try and constantly falling down hasn't dampened your exhuberance at all. Its been wonderful watching you perfect your balance; my heart sways every time your little body does. I love how you tackled your first step of carpeted stairs, you took one look at them and just went zoom! Straight up to the top without hesitation, my brave little one. <br /><br />And now here you are, just two weeks past your first birthday, and I can now officially call you my little toddler, instead of my little baby. *Sniff*. <br /><br />One day, you too will understand how proud I am, when YOUR baby is taking his or her first steps. <br /><br /><br />All my love,<br /><br />Mama<br /> <br /><object id="BLOG_video-FAILED" class="BLOG_video_class" contentid="FAILED" height="266" width="320"></object>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-54289056085479575442009-08-09T20:51:00.000-07:002009-08-09T21:52:17.360-07:00Both sitting up!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dydSqJxUtBgOIzg0UqfsQd-tnQ6-DTt6U3iULEVd9qiFyicwOD5Q6ms3OhcuPDHXwgByw-7VRiBFHkF7Kc3Hg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-90492524945946548442009-08-05T16:41:00.000-07:002009-08-05T16:48:28.904-07:00Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-69084758782538830582008-10-30T12:52:00.000-07:002008-10-30T13:07:48.115-07:00Garden Fail.Ok, I suck. I know. Its been months since I updated. There's a very good reason for this though; its called "shame." After a promising start to the season, my poor garden took a turn for the worse. Seriously, photos of my garden from August should be on <a href="http://failblog.org/"></a>. <br /><br />Still, its a good news/bad news sort of thing. The bad news is, my entire yield for the summer was: Three zucchini, two beans, a whole mess of cherry tomatoes, zero cucumbers, and one sollitary pepper. Yep. A sorry haul, huh? The yield wouldn't have kept my chickens going, let along myself and my husband. <br /><br />The <span style="font-style:italic;">good<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span> news is that I pretty much know why everything failed, so I can make adjustments for next year. <br /><br />1) Blame it on the weather: It ended up being an awful cool summer down on the coast. It never really got above 80 degrees, which didn't make the peppers very happy. They prefer it HOT. I think next year I'll forget sweet peppers in favor of something else, maybe potatoes or something else that likes cooler temps.<br /><br />2) Lack of bees and butterflies: It turns out that zucchini needs to be pollinated in order to produce fruit. Lord knows those poor plants tried..every morning a couple of beautiful big yellow flowers were as wide-open and inviting as a sorority girl at a kegger. But there just weren't any bees to play the role of frat house pledge. I tried self-pollinating a couple of times, but had to admit that I had NO idea what the male vs. female part of the flower was. Next year I'll let nature handle it and plant some more flowers to make the yard attractive for those little buzzers. <br /><br />3) Over-crowding: I tried to cram a lot into a small space (the books call it "intensive gardening", I call it "not being able to choose what to grow"). So the poor bush beans got crowded out and shaded over from the zucchini and the tomatoes.<br /><br />4) Not pruning the tomatoes: This year, instead of intensively pruning the tomato bushes, I decided to let them go natural and "do their thing." Well, "decided" might be too strong an action word. "Sheer laziness" might be a better phrase. As a result, the cherry varieties took over the whole box, sprawling into a messy, disease-wracked pile. They did however, produce many tasty cherry tomatoes, both red and yellow pear varieties. Next year I'll go back to pruning, and try to feed more often. <br /><br />5) Poor watering. Last year I was able to rely on the sprinklers to do a lot of my watering, but sprinklers really are a poor choice..they get the foliage wet which prompts disease, and they don't water evenly at the roots, which is where plants really need it. So next year I am determined to finally get that drip system into place. It's time.<br /><br />The one bright note is still the chickens, who continue to produce lovely, organic eggs. I know that as long as they are around, I certainly won't starve. <br /><br />Thanks ladies.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-24487814353499843512008-06-11T14:09:00.000-07:002008-06-11T14:21:04.519-07:00June 11, 2008Finally, some photos! I know, I've been lax in this regard. Weather is finally starting to warm up (hello, its mid-June!)and the tomatoes in particular are loving it. They have exploded and are taking over the planter. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2569578412_9936da63d9.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2569578412_9936da63d9.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />This is not good, because I don't want them to crowd out my zucchini and bush beans! The latter, by the way, are sort of a mystery to me. They shot out of the ground quickly enough, but now seem to be growing verrrry slowly. Perhaps because of the aforementioned crowding. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2569619466_b09ca99b80.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3100/2569619466_b09ca99b80.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />The cucumbers, alas, didn't make it. I have NO idea what went wrong. And<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3001/2568750575_6d7316c134.jpg?v=0" target="_blank">the peppers</a> are limping a bit..I think they are waiting for some warmer weather. Temps have been in the mid-70's and I think they really prefer 80's. The zucchini is thriving though! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2568751245_0c665bf20f.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2568751245_0c665bf20f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2346/2568751821_ccebe365e7.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2346/2568751821_ccebe365e7.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-15899643601728616902008-05-22T10:34:00.000-07:002008-05-22T10:41:22.974-07:00What a Difference A Week MakesSo, after the disaster of a few weeks ago (hereafter to be memorialized as the Great Chicken Crisis of Aught Eight) I carefully secured the fencing, top and bottom, moved away the wheelbarrow, and strewed pointy devices along the rock wall to discourage chickens from climbing up and launching themselves over the fencing.<br /><br />I carefully replanted, and so far so good. All I needed was some heat, and over the past weekend, nature complied. BOY did she comply. Daytime temps went from the mid-60's to almost 90 degrees instantly, and the plants responded. I just happened to take some photos last Friday, I'll take some more tonight and post them. The tomatoes shot up about a foot and have several yellow flowers appearing. The zucchini exploded, and all the bean sprouts I planted have taken off. <br /><br />The slow poke peppers are finally starting to show some good growth too. The only ones not particularly pleased with the heat are the cukes...I may have to rig up some shade for them. I also need to pick up some fish emulsion, as they must be hungry from all that rapid growth!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-88336151621223043022008-05-02T09:20:00.000-07:002008-05-02T09:26:08.846-07:00Disaster Strikes.Last night I was in the kitchen, making dinner. I was in a pretty good mood, humming, pots boiling, etc. It was a lovely evening, I had let the chickens out to roam the yard and they were happily eating grass and bugs. Or so I thought.<br /><br />I look up just in time to see ALL FOUR CHICKENS had somehow got around or over my fencing and were just going to town on my poor vegetable garden. I <span style="font-style:italic;">flipped.</span> I ran out the door screaming, "NO! NO! NO! NO!", hurdled OVER the fencing and started picking up chickens and hurling them back over the fence. <br /><br />Unfortunately, it was too late. I don't think they were in there for very long, but in a short time they had managed to <span style="font-style:italic;">destroy</span> all my newly sprouted beans, the cucumber seedlings and all but one of the zucchini plants, which had been doing SO well.<br /><br />I was livid. Livid and heartbroken. I know they were just plants, and I guess I can plant more, but I still can't figure out how the chickens got in there, and there is no point planting more until I can build some better fencing to keep them out. Which means more money and another project I didn't feel like taking on.<br /><br />Roast chicken is sounding mighty good about now.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-69549163497579703982008-04-30T17:41:00.000-07:002008-04-30T17:58:21.358-07:00A Kind of Magic.There are few things in life so simple, and yet so incredibly magical and satisfying, as seeing a new green plant come up where once there was only a seed. Its particularly satisfying when you have spent a whole lot of time planting seeds only to have them <span style="font-style:italic;">not</span> come up. <br /><br />I have to admit, I've not had a whole lot of luck with seeds. I prefer to plant seedlings, which are larger and more tangible and considerably less likely to blow out of your hand by accident. Seeds often tend to be these tiny little barely there units, and I never know how many to plant, where and how deep. Plus, and let's face it, this is a pretty big reason, seeds often have to be planted inside, weeks and weeks before you can put them in the garden. I am nothing if not a "last-minute" sort of girl, and while I realize that planting seedlings is a bit of a cheat, I still feel like at least I am guaranteed <span style="font-style:italic;">some</span> sort of result. Even if its just to watch my poor seedlings die a slow and miserable death.<br /><br />So when I went out to check on the progress of my newly planted tomato, cucumber and zucchini seedlings and suddenly realized that my bush beans had all of a sudden just popped up, I was overjoyed. It was quite extraordinary: one day there was nothing but a seemingly bare plot of dirt, and <a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2406/2455804146_bc7bc9e1b8.jpg" target="_blank">the next day there they were!</a> Some were still bent over under the dirt, just about to push their necks up straight and unfurl their first leaves. The more I looked, the more sprouts I saw juuuuuust about to come up. I just stood there for a moment, looking at them and feeling grateful. Each tiny little bowed neck was like an affirmation; of nature and of spring. <br /><br />I certainly hope to become a more competent gardener, so that it might become more rare for my carefully planted seeds to NOT sprout. I may, in seasons to come, lose some of my wonderment at this incredible transformation. <br /><br />But I truly, truly hope I don't. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3048/2455804538_be053a52dc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3048/2455804538_be053a52dc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-61035110682728861722008-04-18T15:42:00.001-07:002008-04-18T15:47:29.505-07:00Proof you CAN get carried away.<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2421984843_95d95c5cef.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2421984843_95d95c5cef.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I know, I know. <br /><br />On another note, I got a rare <a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2245/2421984839_721bdde976.jpg?v=0" target="_blank">"chicken hat trick"</a> the other day.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-47443184860353862162008-04-07T09:09:00.000-07:002008-04-07T09:15:05.678-07:00WANT.Built in trellis?? Check.<br /><br />Built in irrigation system with timer? Check. <br /><br />Bunny (Chicken??) proof meshing? Check.<br /><br />Stunning good looks? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gardenstogro.com/images/gallery1-2-lg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://gardenstogro.com/images/gallery1-2-lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />CHECK. <a href="http://gardenstogro.com/glossary.php#garden-models" target="_blank">[droooooooooooooooooooooooool]</a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-69706133171032531502008-04-07T08:26:00.000-07:002008-04-07T08:40:09.958-07:00Gardening 101.One of the most educational aspects of learning to garden is learning what the plant part of a vegetable looks like. Unless you grow your own vegetables, you may have NO idea what the leaves of a zucchini plant or a tomato plant or broccoli actually look like. <br /><br />Now, ideally, you'd plant your veggies in nice neat rows, carefully labeled, so that when things DO start sprouting, you can pretty much figure it out because you have several plants all in a row that look the same. That's how I figured out what broccoli looks like, or the carrots (although carrots are pretty easy, since you can often buy them with the tops still on at the store). <br /><br />But, let's say you had, oh, chickens. Chickens who, despite your best efforts, get past your barriers and into your garden. <br /><br />[editor's note: well, "best efforts" is an exaggeration. It was a haphazard effort at best. Just face it, you were outsmarted by a chicken.]<br /><br />Those said chickens could then scatter your poor seeds all over the place and eat up most of them. Surveying the devastation, you assume its all over; that there's nothing left to sprout. So a few weeks later, when you start to see three or four strong green plants with thick dark green leaves you think, hmm. Did I plant that? Or are they weeds? <br /><br />You decide to watch it for a few more days, and soon, they look like this: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tinyfarmblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/spr06_potatoemerges.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://tinyfarmblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/spr06_potatoemerges.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />You stare at the plants for a few minutes. They are sort of haphazardly sprinkled around the raised beds. They are definitely not broccoli. Not any sort of lettuce either..and definitely not carrots. <br /><br />They have to be a weed. So you give one a good yank. Boy its in there good! But you pull harder, and finally up it comes. <br /><br />The potato you had shoved into the dirt optimistically several weeks ago, and forgot about. Back then it was in a nice neat row. Drat. <br /><br />So you shove it back down in the dirt and hope it gives you another chance. Or at least, a couple of baby potatoes before its time to plant the tomatoes. <br /><br />Assuming, that is, that the chickens don't find it first.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-29721090456739430402008-03-27T10:00:00.001-07:002008-03-27T13:18:37.420-07:00I Have Garden EnvyWell, really its more like building envy. I think I have mentioned before that I am extremely NOT handy-capable. I know first graders that can build more permanent structures with legos and play doh than I can with hundreds of dollars in materials. <br /><br />So it is with <i>extreme</i> jealousy that I viewed my sister's new garden that her extra handy husband built for her a couple of weeks ago. It's pretty much exactly what I'd eventually like my garden to look like. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lL_xNyExYyw/R9_XtOvHXYI/AAAAAAAACPk/KLVL5GEX68k/s1600-h/DSCF1682.jpg" target="_blank">And doesn't it look chicken proof???</a><br /><br />That little garden elf is my niece, by the way. Isn't she freaking adorable?<br /><br />It's made of some sturdy bamboo poles (how's that for enviromentally friendly?) screwed together and then wire attached. The boxes are made from 2 x 4s and check out the gravel path! <br /><br />Now I just need to fly my brother-in-law down for the weekend so he can build me the same thing. <br /><br />In other news, I finally got the coop painted. It still needs the windows cleaned off and the window box attached, but its getting there. Please ignore the ugly blue tarp for now. I need to come up with a more attractive shade/rain cover.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2097/2365903301_50bbf0beb3.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2097/2365903301_50bbf0beb3.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3125/2365902771_200905c2ac.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3125/2365902771_200905c2ac.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-33794609700994112092008-02-25T10:34:00.000-08:002008-02-25T10:43:09.218-08:00Spring Done Sprung!As I surveyed the water drenched mud-pit that is my backyard these days, it occurred to me that I only have a few more weeks to try to squeeze some cool-weather crops out of my garden before its time to plant the summer annuals. SO, I got busy with some more arugula, cilantro and broccoli seeds to see if I can get them into the raised beds before it gets too warm. Since I live near the ocean, I think I've got until about early May. <br /><br />It's also time to think about the summer crops. Last year I ordered seedlings from <a href="http://www.seedsofchange.com" target="_blank">Seeds of Change</a>, which is a wonderful, all organic and heritcage seed company that has the most delicious looking catalog. I could (and did) spend hours pouring over photos of exotic looking beans, corn and squashes. Oh to have more space! And time of course. I ended up getting 6 different kinds of tomatoes and sweet peppers as well as some herbs. And while there is no doubt that shipping 12 seedlings is a LOT less carbon waste than the resulting several pounds of produce, ordering online still seems to mitigate some of the gains. It's been niggling at me (I believe I have previously mentioned my addiction to ordering things online). <br /><br />SO, this year I'm going to try and get seedlings from local sources and see how that goes.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-1499024634107117112008-02-20T09:39:00.000-08:002008-02-20T09:45:05.996-08:00I know, I know.A recent conversation at my house:<br /><br />Guest: Wow those are some nice garden beds!<br /><br />Me: Thanks! I like them. They are made from recycled milk jugs!<br /><br />Guest: Cool! Are you going to plant anything in them?<br /><br />Me: ((stomps back into house)).<br /><br />You see, I've BEEN planting stuff. I've planted cilantro (twice), red lettuce, arugula, onions, broccoli, and carrots. Anything that actually sprouted and grew was just <strong>devastated</strong> by marauding chickens. They are truly the Godzillas of vegetable gardens. I would put up barrier fences, only to have them hop right over them and go nuts, scratching, digging and eating. Nothing like looking out the kitchen window in the morning, seeing a fuzzy chicken butt in my planters and having to run out in the rain in my work suit going "CHICCCCCCCCCKENNNS! NO!!!" <br /><br />So until I get a better fence built, NO I will not be planting anything.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-64168492895789979522008-01-26T14:58:00.000-08:002008-01-26T15:17:06.815-08:00Well they're movin' on up! (Movin' on up..)To this DEELUXE apartment in the sky-y-y...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/2220990573_6bfde5abd0.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/2220990573_6bfde5abd0.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>Well, after months of being crammed into a hutch made for two chickens, my girls finally got a new home! <br />I spent a lot of time researching, thanks to the folks at Backyardchickens.com, and came up with a design that should work well. Then I hired my carpenter to build it for me. Here it is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2382/2220989609_6defa07269.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2382/2220989609_6defa07269.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />It's got three nest boxes (no more screaming because someone else is using the box!)<br /><br />And a roost conveniently located near the windows: <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/2220990105_984de6101a.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/2220990105_984de6101a.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I think they like it! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2118/2221782602_3d941289ef.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2118/2221782602_3d941289ef.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Why didn't I try to build it myself? Well, because I value my marriage. Ramon got started around noon last Sunday, and within a couple of hours had more done than Matt and I could have done in weeks. There would have been hundreds of dollars of ruined materials, several extra trips to Home Depot, tears, recrimination, divorce papers, etc. <br /><br />As of this writing I have the girls locked into the coop so they have time to settle in and get that it's now "home." But once I let them back out, they not only have the run, but an additional 20 sq feet of extra space under the coop to stretch out in. This is a good thing, because after a couple of weeks of letting them free-range around the yard, I've now decided they really need to be confined. Not only do they dig huge holes on my hillside in search of tasty bugs, but they just poop EVERYWHERE. Seriously, I knew chickens make poop but I was truly stunned as to the sheer volume of this poop. We literally couldn't step outside the kitchen door without stepping in it. So, for now, they will have to make do (no pun intented) with an hour or so of free-ranging in the evenings.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-12298809353498039022008-01-19T15:41:00.000-08:002008-01-19T16:04:18.306-08:00Please Do Not Adjust Your Monitor.I'm fast learning that chickens aren't like machines..even after calibration, they don't necessarily produce perfectly shaped, evenly-sized eggs. In the past week, the girls have produced some perfect eggs, and some that, well, could most kindly be referred to as "gone awry." Some had soft shells that broke open in the run; some were rough-shelled and almost bleached white. I have started wondering how the farmers at my local farmer's market manage to produce cartons full of so many eggs all shaped exactly the same.<br /><br />Still, the lack of uniformity is what's so very exciting about this process. Each time we check the nest box, we might find something extraordinary. Last week, I was about to run off to work when I checked the box and found this monster, courtesy of Veronica, I believe: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2205075060_0a2928db55.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2205075060_0a2928db55.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/2204284609_b056b7955c.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/2204284609_b056b7955c.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>The egg on the right is actually a jumbo-sized egg: it was 2.5 oz. The monster on the left weighed it at 3 oz. on the nose. To give some perspective, here it is in the carton with the others. <br /><br /><br /><br />It was indeed, as I suspected, a double-yolker. Very exciting! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2175/2205076298_42dcb4ae52.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2175/2205076298_42dcb4ae52.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />On the other end of the spectrum, Gertie gave us this tiny little quail-sized egg, shown below next to a regular-sized egg. Most peculiar. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2084/2204283407_7afd5e3843.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2084/2204283407_7afd5e3843.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Tomorrow, Ramon the carpenter is coming to build my new coop. I'm so excited!Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-64513065122025310262008-01-01T11:34:00.001-08:002008-01-01T11:51:16.402-08:00And then there were two. And three.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZRqgDP6MbnRxc-0RIL1nzR5k9vZkIf5DlumzLUt20kbsk0qFfYvwnU8PW_zdbUYmfV9EXsvwbRQ-_den_P84wSA_A_hcHfT-eeCD1-SZalUqNzIhHcT2HRi2LV4U3fcP0a_U8LYuKWtW/s1600-h/Chickens+New+Year+Day+008.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZRqgDP6MbnRxc-0RIL1nzR5k9vZkIf5DlumzLUt20kbsk0qFfYvwnU8PW_zdbUYmfV9EXsvwbRQ-_den_P84wSA_A_hcHfT-eeCD1-SZalUqNzIhHcT2HRi2LV4U3fcP0a_U8LYuKWtW/s320/Chickens+New+Year+Day+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150595077237699938" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm a bit behind on the updates. In the past three weeks, Derby the Barred Rock started laying her eggs, and just the other day we finally got our first egg from Veronica, our Black Star. Derby's eggs are a perfectly smooth color of the lightest cream, which makes a lovely comparison to the burnished amber color of Gertie's eggs. They started off very small, as you can see here. Derby's egg is on the left, Gertie's in the middle and an egg from the farmer's market on the right as comparison. As you can see, Gertie's eggs are now as big as the large eggs from the market. Since taking this photo, Derby's eggs have grown considerably and are now almost as large as Gertie's. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzV4CjidZUiHwoMGM-uA4-J1Z5e84RHXmYij_kct7P5T7QOAws_PIFhdhQRVkdHNTuL7GtDFEPjjTx7q9huYgOO0dPoTXgFDMqMbNGTfDP-M_c4chzk_iHlj35CUi0LzdpJr98QOFnzCz/s1600-h/Chickens+New+Year+Day+001.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzV4CjidZUiHwoMGM-uA4-J1Z5e84RHXmYij_kct7P5T7QOAws_PIFhdhQRVkdHNTuL7GtDFEPjjTx7q9huYgOO0dPoTXgFDMqMbNGTfDP-M_c4chzk_iHlj35CUi0LzdpJr98QOFnzCz/s320/Chickens+New+Year+Day+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150594664920839506" /></a><br /><br />Shortly after Derby started laying, Veronica started giving us "the squat," which is the dead giveaway that eggs are on the way. "The squat" is hard to describe, but you know it the moment you see it. You'll go to touch the pullet, and instead of sliding gracefully out from under your hand, she suddenly drops into a crouch, lifting her wings slightly and then freezes. Its as if she is trying to protect a very important and fragile cargo; which I suppose she is. Getting "the squat" from a chicken for the first time is cause for celebration around our household. Whoever spots it first goes dancing inside to tell the other, "Guess what I just got?" (what can I say, we live simple lives). Veronica seemed to take a long time to finally actually lay an egg; she was giving us "the squat" for a full 10 days before finally laying her first, long and skinny egg next to Derby's almost full-size cream egg. Two or three days ago our last pullet, Ginger, finally gave me a squat as well. <br /><br />I only wish my poor little winter crop was doing as well. So far whatever wasn't ripped out by squirrels was plowed under by Gertie, who kept managing to get in behind my attempts at protective fencing. I have to say though, if you need your soil aerated, chickens are ideal. Gertie managed to scratch up an entire box full of soil and any seeds that were in there. So I now have a perfectly aerated and fluffy, nitrogen rich pile of soil if I decide to try planting something again! <br /><br />The other bed has fared slightly better and some of the onions I planted have so far survived. The broccoli and the carrots both sprouted quickly, but haven't grown at all. Unfortunately they are not getting enough sun at the moment, as the position of the house relative to the North-South axis is not ideal in wintertime. <br /><br />The final insult to my poor carrots was my own husband. I sent him out to cut me some greek oregano for a chicken I was roasting. He returned with a fistful of my carrot tops. *sigh*Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-36665293062343176822007-12-06T13:58:00.001-08:002007-12-06T14:09:08.895-08:00((Drum Roll Please))Ladies and gentlemen....<br /><br />From our very own Gertie...<br /><br />One beautiful, perfect little egg! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2360/2090743193_6477c1dc7d.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2360/2090743193_6477c1dc7d.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I couldn't be more eggcited than if I laid it myself. And yes, I promise that will be the first and LAST time I make that awful pun. I've been waiting almost 20 weeks to make it so I figure I earned it. <br /><br />Matt was the first to find it. He gets up a few minutes before I do so he usually let them out of their run in the morning so they can have some free-range time before I have to leave for work. I was in the shower when he came dancing in singing, "Guess what I saw, guess what I saw!" <br /><br />I said, "What??' (I'm sort of slow first thing in the morning. Actually I'm sort of slow all the time.) "What?? An EGG??" <br /><br />He was kind enough to leave it in the nest box so I'd have the fun of checking myself. It was, I have to say, a really cool thing. I mean, I expected to get eggs, that's why I got the chickens. But to actually have nature <span style="font-style:italic;">work</span>, right there in front of you; well, its just a really neat thing. <br /><br />Here's a comparison shot of it next to an egg from the Farmer's Market so you can see the size. It's actually a really good size for being the first egg, usually chickens have some trial runs before they get into the groove. I can expect them to get larger in the coming weeks. Now if only her sisters will get into the act as well!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/2090744547_2bc819df0f.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/2090744547_2bc819df0f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-34053448211645210032007-12-03T13:08:00.000-08:002007-12-03T13:46:33.045-08:00A PauseIt's been awhile since I blogged. This isn't because I have nothing to say, so much as there isn't much to report, if that makes sense. The garden is pretty quiet right now, with only a few things growing. This is mostly because many of the seeds I planted were eaten shortly after sprouting, either by birds (my own or the indigenous species) or squirrels. Either way, it wasn't until this past weekend that I got around to finally trying again to plant some more seeds. I fertilized them and then put up some fencing all around the perimeter of the boxes. It doesn't look very pretty, but I don't care as long as it works! <br /><br />The only things hanging in there are the carrots, some onions and a couple of broccoli plants. The seedling seem to be healthy, but only the carrots appear to have grown in the last few weeks. The broccoli seems to be almost in stasis. <br /><br />My gardening class last Saturday was really interesting; one of the most interesting so far. It was on pest control, with the emphasis on organic methods, or even better, no methods at all. If you garden organically, you soon learn to accept a certain amount of crop loss to occur. But if your garden is essentially healthy and diverse, our professor pointed out, you will have an equal number of predator species to balance out the pest. <br /><br />I spent much of the rest of the day thinking about this, picturing a little African Savannah scene in my yard, with herds of aphids crossing a great plain of a leaf, while predators like Lace Wings, Wasps and Ladybug larvae lie in wait for them. Here are some of the fascinating things I learned.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*</span>The time in a ladybug's life cycle when they eat the most aphids is actually the larval period. Once they become adults with spots and wings, they mostly are interested in nectar and don't eat many aphids. So those little containers of ladybugs you get at the garden store are of dubious value. By the time they get settled in your garden and lay eggs that hatch, the aphids or whatever will have already gone through your plants. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whatsthatbug.com/images/ladybird_larva_irene.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://whatsthatbug.com/images/ladybird_larva_irene.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> However, if there is food for the adults (in the form of flowering herbs like thyme and other small flowers), they will hopefully stick around and lay some eggs so the next generation of predators are born. The problem is, if you saw a ladybug larva, your first reaction would be "oh my god KILL it!" So to help, I've include this picture. <br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*</span> Did you know that ants actually tend flocks of aphids like humans tend cattle? They feed on the fecal matter aphids create (called "honeydew") and will fight off aphid predators like ladybugs in an effort to protect "their herd."<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />*</span> When plants are attacked by a pest like aphids or thrips or caterpillars, the plant will release a chemical scent that is particularly enticing to exactly that predator who will eat that pest. The plant can alter the scent in a thousand different ways to attract exactly the right predator species. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">*</span> This chemical scent also instantly alerts all the other plants to ready their defenses against attack, thereby making the other plants stronger and healthier. Did you know plants have such a sense of altruism and community? <br /><br />The professor said one other thing that I thought was poignant. Pesticides (whether petroleum-based OR organic) tend to kill everything indiscriminately, including the all-important microbes in our soil. They might be effective in wiping out the pest, but they also destroy the predators and therefore disrupt that entire ecosystem. Therefore, the professor said, if you have to use pesticides to control the pests in your garden all the time, "you owe it to yourself and the planet to give up gardening."<br /><br />Food for thought indeed! So, I've made it my mission this month to get outside and ID as many of the creepy-crawlies in my yard as I can. I'll report back on what I find.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-37865409131764381852007-11-10T15:42:00.001-08:002007-11-10T16:05:48.675-08:00Chickens Love Psgetti!I have coop envy. Major,major coop envy. This is because I've been perusing some of the other coops made by the folks on Backyard Chickens. People with a a bit more room and some serious table-saw skills. These are coops that look like wee barns and playhouses, complete with all sorts of handy storage and flower boxes and painted trim and lighting schemes. These coops are nicer than my house. Unfortunately I am gifted with neither major carpentry skills nor a spare couple of g's lying around to pay someone to build me one of these chicken tajs, so in the meantime, I thought I could at least build the girls a decent nest box. So I trudged back down to Home Depot ("Sara!" They all shout down there now when I walk in, like Norm in <EM>Cheers</EM>) and got some more lumber to make simple box. Because I have the math skills of a grunion, a very nice and patient employee helped me eventually cut the right sizes. So I managed to cobble together this box, and then with Matt's help, we cut a hole in the back of the coop and then screwed the box on. It's like a whole extra wing! <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iNzKDuJK__0JHHXFeTNGga5_3GCsglTUPI-Rxkbg0emH8K41AlquUoMBeWLYlFVgUw_nw69QnKVtibhxuabNGbChhT_bNORQG3PvwsZdWHtCAIuPaLL9SrOpCrjMTXyekOw2MeDh7Ay-/s1600-h/egg+box+003.jpg"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131364878516650674 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iNzKDuJK__0JHHXFeTNGga5_3GCsglTUPI-Rxkbg0emH8K41AlquUoMBeWLYlFVgUw_nw69QnKVtibhxuabNGbChhT_bNORQG3PvwsZdWHtCAIuPaLL9SrOpCrjMTXyekOw2MeDh7Ay-/s320/egg+box+003.jpg" border=0></A> <br /><br />Here's a photo from the inside of the coop: <A href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWSnLoQ20sWBuYCHfVpvp1sEjWpE1pIjZLhtMyneovebQGs9EDmKNc-PzRfYBY5sKIVOhLdT9dMQqThH8kUgWsEQchyphenhyphens7j5CvnezyLRV3QSsATWEIHiW3Fh69n9TyVqdtgrfXPKCRm2m3/s1600-h/egg+box+004.jpg"><IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131365222114034370 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRWSnLoQ20sWBuYCHfVpvp1sEjWpE1pIjZLhtMyneovebQGs9EDmKNc-PzRfYBY5sKIVOhLdT9dMQqThH8kUgWsEQchyphenhyphens7j5CvnezyLRV3QSsATWEIHiW3Fh69n9TyVqdtgrfXPKCRm2m3/s320/egg+box+004.jpg" border=0></A> <br /><br />The girls checked it out immediately, and Matt reports that Ginger was already inside it. Of course they immediately kicked out all the fresh pine shavings I had put in, so I cut down a piece of wood and wedged it in the front as a sort of stop. <br /><br />I also found out that <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jtb7y3ZNeQM" target="_blank">chickens LOVE psgetti.</a>Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-36724838995883981372007-11-01T12:52:00.000-07:002007-11-01T12:59:58.932-07:00Is it Fall Yet?It's been a long time since I posted! That's because there hasn't been much going on in the garden. This is usually a transitional time of year; from the long, slow pleasures of the hot summer garden to the (usually) short but sweet fall garden. A few weeks ago I planted all my seeds, some in little flats and some directly into the raised beds. I watered them all carefully and then just left them to do their thing.<br /><br />Unfortunately, the Santa Ana's hit, in a big way and along with the devastating fires. While we were fortunately not in harm's way, the unusually warm weather has delayed the germination of many of my seeds, including almost all of the ones in the little flats. Fortunately, the plants in the raised beds are doing better, and I now have the almost 2-inch high beginnings of broccoli, carrots and cilantro. The lettuces have been much slower (owing to the unusual heat, no doubt) but I am still hopeful that at least a couple of varieties will make an appearance. I'll post photos soon. <br /><br />The chickens continue to get small upgrades as well. I decided I don't like the nesting box that came with the henhouse I bought, so I built a new nest box that I'll attempt to mount to the outside of the hen house. This will give them more room inside, as well as a more private place to lay, once they are ready. They still have about 6 weeks to go I think. <br /><br />I have to say though, looking at some of the photos of coops posted on Backyardchickens.com, I have SERIOUS coop envy. I really need to get some power tools. *sigh*Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-33185253451354603002007-10-15T09:16:00.001-07:002007-10-15T09:33:51.315-07:00Goats Can Food Anything.<a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2231/1572975208_243150295f.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2231/1572975208_243150295f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Here's how I spent my weekend.<br /><br />Saturday: Jogged 4 miles, went to gardening class, grocery shopping for dinner, worked on chicken coop, cleaned the house, made dinner, watched football, got tipsy.<br /><br />Sunday: Went to see some goats for a possible business, finished the chicken coop, cleaned up the yard, tended my crops, collapsed into bed. <br /><br />I need a weekend to recover my weekend. On the upside, the new coop looks great and the Girls are loving all the extra room. Not to mention they got all new bark chips which = fresh bugs to eat and scratch. As a comparison, here's the old coop: <br /><br /><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1020/1271762033_133a3c0899.jpg" width="200px"><br /><br />And here's the new one:<br /><br /><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2224/1572976528_3287bb90a2.jpg?v=0"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2224/1572976528_3287bb90a2.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />So there's about 9 square feet more there. The husband, of course, wanted to make it bigger (why do men always want things <em>bigger</em>?) but since the lumber at Home Depot comes in 8 foot lengths, I convinced him that was plenty. And it really is. Much longer and I wouldn't have been able to get the door open. <br /><br />Finally, here's more pictures of goats.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2205/1572973944_ba4d2ec180.jpg?v=0" width="150px"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2319/1572084365_10f0c5ecdc.jpg?v=0" width="150px">Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-21000146478290004182007-10-12T09:09:00.000-07:002007-10-12T09:18:53.698-07:00This May Be the Winter of My DiscontentWith a pang of sadness, I finally said goodbye to the peppers and the last tomato plant last weekend. The peppers were still bearing fruit, but very slowly. The last tomato plant, a small yellow pear variety, would probably have kept bearing for quite a while longer, but I was anxious to get on with the cool season crops. My seed order from Seeds of Change <a href="http://www.seedsofchange.com/"></a> came and I planted them right away. I planted some in these cool little seed starter packs made of organic material that you can just plant directly in the ground without having to pull them out first, so you damage fewer roots. Some I sowed directly into the raised beds. <br /><br />Now its just a wait to see if any actually come up. I'm still really not sure where to put the seed packs. My gardening teacher had said they could go outside, but he has an open-air greenhouse and I'm worried that its too windy for mine just on the ledge outside the kitchen. I wish I had a mini-greenhouse for them. <br /><br />The ones in the raised beds I fear for. We've been working on a new coop for the Girls as they have outgrown their current one, so I've been letting them just wander around the yard while I work (under the watchful eye of their dogsitter of course!). A few times I caught them over there around the beds, and I am now concerned they may have been eating the seeds. I have some chicken-wire over the beds now, and I'm hoping the seeds are intact! <br /><br />Anyone know how much water the seeds need at this point? The gardening instructor had said water them once, very well, and that's it until they start to come up but..they look awful dry to me.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-33054186408126765412007-10-01T10:23:00.000-07:002007-10-01T10:52:51.352-07:00David Attenborough can't be far behind.Had a bit of excitement not long ago. <br /><br />I'd been letting the Girls out to do a bit of free-ranging bug control for about 35 minutes in the evening while I walked Kylie. Letting them <em>out</em> while keeping Kylie <em>in</em> could be exhausting, as she would usually stand at the window and bark her disapproval. So letting them out while walking Kylie killed two birds with one stone (Pardon the expression, Girls). <br /><br />I returned from one such Saturday morning walk and went out the yard to gather up the cheeps so I could run off to my new gardening class. They were all happily foraging on the side of the house, and came running to meet me. I always have some grapes or other yummy treat for them, so getting them to come to me is generally not a problem.<br /><br />Once they had a peck and what I had, I turned to lure them back across the lawn, up the steps and into their coop. When I got to the steps, I looked back and for some reason, they weren't behind me any more. They had detoured off the side of the yard, by the planters. Even MORE strangely, they all seemed to be on the move, and Derby was actually <em>flying</em>.<br /><br />This is what made me freeze in my tracks. For those of you who have never seen a chicken fly, well, they don't really fly so much as sort of hop into the air and franctically flap their wings. They generally don't got more than a couple of feet, and it's anything but graceful. Basically, they fly about as well as you and I would, were we to suddenly have large feathery wing contraptions stuck on our back. <br /><br />But here was Derby, actually <em>soaring</em> low and over the planters, straight at Ginger. I couldn't believe it. My first thought was actually, "Holy Cow, Derby is FLYING! Drat, now I'm going to have to start clipping their wings or they will fly out of the yard." <br /><br />My second thought (thank goodness this all happenened in a nanosecond) was, "Hey. Wait a minute. That's not Derby! That's the CHICKEN HAWK! And its ATTACKING MY GIRLS!"<br /><br />For those of you who missed earlier posts, it turns out that we actually have Cooper's Hawks now living in our neighborhood. That's right, in a tidy, people packed suburb in Los Angeles. I mean, are you kidding me? <br /><br />This is what a Cooper's Hawk looks like: <br /><a href="http://www.johnsonmill.com/images/Cooper's%20Hawk%201%20small.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.johnsonmill.com/images/Cooper's%20Hawk%201%20small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's what a Barred Rock looks like:<br /><a href="http://www.motherearthnews.com/uploadedImages/SpecialProjects/Eggs/Best-Chicken-full-5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.motherearthnews.com/uploadedImages/SpecialProjects/Eggs/Best-Chicken-full-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yes I am aware that they really don't look much alike. Well, they both have sort of stripey things going on...<br /><br />So once my slow brain finally clued in to what was going on, I started yelling at the hawk who simply swooped up and around and back into the tree over my head. I started throwing rocks at it, not very well, and yelling. It sat there blinking sort of disdainfully at me, then finally flew away. <br /><br />Well, that threw me for a loop. Clearly letting them free-range unattended is now out of the question...so what to do? <br /><br />The answer presented itself in the form of the very canine that I had previously been so concerned about. If Kylie was so incredibly fascinated by the cheeps, well, why not let her "baby sit"? <br /><br />To that end, I've begun actively working with her to see if how well she will do with this. More to come on this....Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560322796775277337.post-3169727823956380482007-08-29T20:44:00.000-07:002007-08-30T09:55:58.448-07:00The Eviction Notice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGBU0A8epO09y1BX-Y2bagCVPtHsY77F-2gjvEZWsgxloXcIL7wBZG86tdfSR6q0Y5nadYyZyEWpRm0sCjROqjSirp7KAI9XiYkzBYWlcCLElMC3y1wQJ87MyHLsq6HB-nMNyDOoRGNkd/s1600-h/Cheeps!+001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGBU0A8epO09y1BX-Y2bagCVPtHsY77F-2gjvEZWsgxloXcIL7wBZG86tdfSR6q0Y5nadYyZyEWpRm0sCjROqjSirp7KAI9XiYkzBYWlcCLElMC3y1wQJ87MyHLsq6HB-nMNyDOoRGNkd/s320/Cheeps!+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104336301189819010" /></a><br />Last weekend I finally evicted the Girls from our den. It's really hard to say who was more delighted: they or us. Needless to say, they were happy to get out of the now-cramped dog kennel and into a bit more space and fresh air. And we were delighted to have our den back.<br /><br />Before I could move them out completely though, I had to do just a bit more reinforcing of the coops, so I bought some hardware cloth and placed it underneath the coop, then secured it to the frame of the coop with chicken wire (how appropriate.) Then I spread a layer of bark chips all over it, and set up their food and water vessels. I also bought and attached a latch for the egg-door, to prevent curious raccoons or rats (or dog noses) from getting in. <br /><br />Finally, with Matt's help, I built a little ramp for them out of some old plywood we had lying around. Giving them a ramp rather than just lowering the face of the henhouse gives them some extra room, which they will soon need because they are growing like weeds! I think it came out pretty well: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwK8KelxGDzGOL3JsPyS244u3MIWU_ddQg4jOkSytifqf_0e997zZ0-KfEBJ45zdG5irGd1WWVVXZ6Wvj1sU7vQ6rOmq54qp_p-luypHlfOCEUPdtcWSz22eHSPDNMlRbnnbyVCxQ7xXx/s1600-h/Cheeps!+002.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwK8KelxGDzGOL3JsPyS244u3MIWU_ddQg4jOkSytifqf_0e997zZ0-KfEBJ45zdG5irGd1WWVVXZ6Wvj1sU7vQ6rOmq54qp_p-luypHlfOCEUPdtcWSz22eHSPDNMlRbnnbyVCxQ7xXx/s320/Cheeps!+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104336803700992658" /></a><br /><br />So by Saturday night, the Girls were moved into their new home and made very comfortable. Kylie was pretty perplexed by the move though..she had only just got done telling us for weeks that <span style="font-weight:bold;">THERE ARE CHICKENS IN THE DEN!</span> <br /><br />Now, everything had been turned topsy-turvy! Suddenly, she had to warn us urgently that <span style="font-weight:bold;">THERE ARE CHICKENS IN THE YARD!</span> No matter how many times we assured her that we <span style="font-style:italic;">did</span> know that there were chickens in the yard..that we had, in fact, placed them there ourselves, she still was concerned that we might not be aware that <span style="font-weight:bold;">THERE ARE CHICKENS IN THE YARD!!</span>. <br /><br />Still, I wasn't too concerned about it. I felt pretty good about it actually..after all they were nice and secure.<br /><br />Until Monday, when Matt yahooed me from home. <br /><br /><br />"Um, honey? I think we need to shore up the coop a bit more." <br /><br />"Why," I asked. <br /><br />"Oh..just because." he replied. Then he sent me this: <br /><br /><img src = "http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1295/1251478230_e1d6f69351_m.jpg"><br /><br />*sigh*. <br /><br />I've been letting the Girls out for a few minutes in the morning while I make coffee and shower, and then again in the evening so the can stretch their legs and snatch up some tasty cobwebs. On Tuesday morning I learned that, while they are always eager to come <span style="font-style:italic;">out</span> in the morning, getting the to go back <span style="font-style:italic;">in</span> when I want them to is a bit more challenging. I tried using the Scary Blue Broom, but that only caused me to commit a Laurel & Hardy routine. I even let Kylie out to see if she chased them, would they just all flock immediately into the safety of their coop? Nope. What happened is that the Girls just ran right past the open door and started going in circles around the coop and henhouse, with Kylie right behind them. Soon I joined in, and before you know it, all we needed to complete the scene was Benny Hill in a wig and someone playing Yackety Sax in the background. Especially when, the moment I got them almost lined up..the sprinkler went off. <br /><br />Note to self: Do not wear white dress pants outside to chase chickens on sprinkler day. <br /><br />Finally, here's a couple of shots of the girls enjoying some corn, generously donated by my friend Windy. <br /><br /><img src = "http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1018/1271762069_252180d883_m.jpg"><br /><br /><img src = "http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1350/1271762049_e7f3ebef28_m.jpg">Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06172150460911064469noreply@blogger.com1