Build a Garden, Meet the Neighbors

garden 62309 003 150x150 Build a Garden, Meet the Neighbors So my beloved stepmother Susan had a patch of boulevard below her house in Seattle that she didn’t know what to do with — she hated mowing it and it was boring. She also wanted a veggie garden but didn’t have enough sunshine anywhere in her yard. La voila! She and her dad built these swanky raised beds in the boulevard, and her mother (gardener extraordinaire) helped with the planting .

The cool part is that she’s met a lot of her neighbors. People stop by and comment. She discovered that the guy across the street hunts ducks, and traded him some veggies for some duck breasts (and they might go hunting this fall. Ducks. Yum.) People stop in their cars to compliment her, and discuss the veggies. In general, it’s been a big hit in the neighborhood.

Which to me is the coolest part of the whole project — grow some veggies, make some friends, give everyone something more interesting to talk about than just boring old bushes.

Go Susan!

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RIP Little Red Hen

img 0049 150x150 RIP Little Red HenWell, it finally happened — the little red hen went over the fence this morning, and before I could get my robe on and get out there, Raymond (bad dog!) had done her in. I sort of figured I’d lose one to dogs before it was all over, but frankly, why couldn’t it have been the problematic rooster (who could also have given him a run for his money)?

Ray’s in the doghouse — no breakfast, bark collar turned to high, not looking at him, locked in the front yard where he can’t even go look at the chickens or go roll in the scene of his crime. Bad Dog.

And the other two hens, and the problematic rooster, are hiding under the chicken coop. They came out briefly when I took them some leftover spaghetti and the diced red potatoes that mysteriously refused to cook (another story, but they went from hard to rubbery without ever really tasting cooked). But they seem to have decided that in this dangerous world, they’re going to huddle under the coop.

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Spuds in a Tub

img 0055 150x150 Spuds in a Tub Well, not a tub exactly, but the top half of a composter that didn’t work very well. Since I’m dating a man who doesn’t eat vegetables, except for, as he puts it “the noble root crop” I’m growing spuds this year. I tried them once before and they didn’t work particularly well — mostly because I don’t think I watered them enough. Also, they take up a lot of space — so this year I thought I’d try containment spuds — the bottom of this thing is open, so perhaps they’re rooting their way down into the stony ground (this is a kind of no-mans land part of the garden). These are some Carolas and German Butterballs that I got from my milk lady last year and that sprouted before I could eat them — so I stuck them in a paper bag and waited for spring. This really couldn’t have been easier. I put about a wheelbarrowful of compost in the bottom, stuck the spuds in, and covered them with old straw. And voila! They’re going great gangbusters (as my grandmother would say). I looked at them yesterday and they’re flowering, so here’s hoping that in another few weeks we’ll have delicous new potatoes …

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Chickens in the Compost

img 0040 150x150 Chickens in the Compost Thanks folks for all the camera advice both here and on Facebook. I wound up with a Canon Powershot SD890 for just under $200. It’s so tiny! I like it a lot, and you all saved me much angst. I hate choosing things like this.

So back to life on the backyard farm. The chicken coop and enclosure wound up in the same corner of the yard as the compost heap, which is working out really well. They like taking dust baths in the more composted bin, and I’ve taken to throwing them buckets of weeds to let them pre-compost them. They like weeds, and they really liked the arugula I thinned the other day, and they seem to like lovage, which is good because that stuff will take over your herb bed. It was four feet tall! And growing — so I hacked it down and threw it to the chickens, who had a field day with it.

img 0045 150x150 Chickens in the Compost Here’s the whole setup. There was a vestigal concrete pad back there, so that’s where we decided to put the coop. Plus it’s sheltered from the street by the fence, and not too close to any of the neighbors. And there was the extra convenience of proximity to the compost piles — all I have to do when cleaning out is to scoop up the straw and dump it into the compost (in the wooden pallet composter on the left). Turns out, the chickens love the compost. They take dust baths in the side that’s mostly dirt, and they climb up on the full bin to take a look around.

img 0048 150x150 Chickens in the Compost In fact, they were getting so bold up on top of the compost, that I had to add a little extra fencing. Classy, eh? There will be an official fence, eventually. We salvaged our friend Sabrina’s chain link fence that she replaced during her home renovation — there are posts, and a gate, but they’re currently in a heap under the apple tree. I’ve been promised a real fence by the 4th of July, but in the meantime, I rigged some fencing with a couple of stakes, the chain link, and baling twine. It’s a little “shenji” as my friends Bill and Maryanne would say, but I sort of like it, and it’s keeping the curious chickens from dropping down into the rhubarb where all sorts of hysterical chicken-and-dog interactions are likely to occur.

img 0047 150x150 Chickens in the Compost I don’t think I’ve posted a picture of the actual coop itself. Chuck built it for me out of a packing crate (Sabrina had some paintings shipped over from England, and the crate was far too gorgeous to throw out). The door was from his stash, and you can’t really see it in this photo, but he put in a temperature-sensitive foundation grate for ventilation along one side. It opens when it’s hot, and closes when it’s cold. I used an old wine crate for a nesting box, and there’s a perch inside. They hang out underneath when it’s hot during the day. I’m a little worried about winter — I think it will be warm enough but they might need a window. However, we can figure that out when we get there. For now, they like their house a lot, and it only took them about two days to learn to roost up in the evening.

No eggs yet, it’ll probably be another month before there’s eggs. And of course the rooster will probably have to ship out about then. He hasn’t started crowing yet, but he’s getting a little randy and seems to be chasing the hens around quite a bit. I’ll miss him, he’s got a funny personality, but I have no interest in hearing him at three am. So off to Isabelle’s he’ll go, poor boy, it’ll be quite a shock to be the smallest boy in the yard.

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Camera Died, Need Advice

My ancient Olympus digital point-and-shoot finally died. It was seven or eight years old, one of the things I wound up with after Patrick died, which is part of the issue. I hate hate hate shopping for things like digital cameras. There are so many, and the variations are so small, and I don’t really want to spend the money, and there are so many models and who can tell them apart?
So here’s where I need you dear readers — do you have a digital camera that you like? I’m looking for a reasonably-inexpensive camera that takes decent photos that I can post on the blog. I don’t want lots of bells and whistles, I want something simple –
Fire away in the comments. Help me out here so I can get back to blogging!

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Small Hiatus, Back Soon

I’ve got a few new projects in the works, but this transitional period has gotten so busy that I have been neglecting not only the blog, but the garden, and my housecleaning.
I’ll be back as soon as I can dig my way to freedom — keep your fingers crossed that it’s soon!

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