Healthy Self Reliance
This will have to do for a bit. We’re not making really great progress on the chicken coop. Red is still in the chicken run and I don’t trust the dogs to leave him be. The babies are so small, they can escape through the chicken wire.
Guess what my mother informed me she found while perusing my favorite ag store today? BABY CHICKENS! in the fall no less… I was really torn. Starting baby chicks in the fall… getting them grown up enough to face a cold surly winter. Should I? Mr. Red is so lonely… he needs some more of his own kind. What is a rooster, without hens?
Isn’t he wonderful? He now has his very own run… no real house yet, but his run is safe and sound. He crows day and night. I have been hoping my neighbors won’t complain, but he starts up around 5am and doesn’t stop until dusk… I mean off and on ALL DAY long!
This is where I sit and take a break in between digging post holes and stapling wire. This was so much fun doing with the girls. Well, at least two of them showed up for the hard work. 😉
There is one tough red bird hanging on, and I have my suspicions that ‘she’ is a ‘he’ The comb is getting bigger and the tail feathers getting longer and longer all the time.
Okay, dogs gotta eat. But I feed them well, I feed them ‘good’ dogfood. I spend entirely too much money on it. Fresh chicken was not what I had in mind.
Well, the tomatoes are getting ready to be RED! Eugene has pulled it off again this year and has supplied the compost pile with over forty five bags of grass clippings. It is making a fine mulch as well! I came by an old chipper/shredder just collecting dust in someone’s barn. What a BOON! for …
Vermicomposting? Aaaaaa hahaha… honest to God, that’s the first thing that went through my mind when I first saw the word. I’m SO not kidding. But it’s meaning is this… “the use of specially bred earthworms, esp. to aerate soil and convert organic matter into compost; also called vermicuture” vermi = worm culture Sounds sort …
We now have at least fifty bags of green grass clippings on the side of the garage just waiting to compost.
I was bringing my daughter home from a birthday part for one of the children she babysits for… We passed a man on a riding mower going over what looked to be a good two acres of smooth green grass… it was beautiful. As we got closer, I realized he was BAGGING it. And of course, my composting mind went to, “I wonder what he DOES with all that grass?” And I started slowing down…