• Animals,  Chickens,  Compost,  Gardening adventures,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Soil,  Vegetables,  Worms

    Fifty Ways To Leave Your Compost

     

    Its not fruit; its pre-compost!

    I have no idea how many years I’ve composted kitchen scraps.  So many that when I see anyone dump veggie bits, egg yolk and shells, plate scrapings, old leftovers and even floor sweepings into the regular garbage it sets off all of my alarms.  How can anyone waste all that good stuff?  That is like throwing gold away!  Its not dead stuff… its all living and ready to transform in to perfect soil, which shoots health into your plants!  Most people say that they don’t have the time to compost, or they don’t want to turn a heap.

    Well.

    Here may not be fifty ways to compost easily, but certainly enough for ANYONE to keep their compostables out of the mainstream trash.  And apologies to Paul Simon.

    A blurry glimpse into my sink composting bucket. Egg shells, tea bags, banana peels, and tissues!

    1. You Just slip out the back, Jack, with that little pail you have in or under your sink, into which you scrape everything compostable.  They warn you about bones and meat because of animals digging through your heap to get to them, but if you bury your compost deeply, you won’t have that problem.  I use a little bucket that they gave me for heaven-knows-what-reason at the hospital when I had my gall bladder out.  It isn’t pretty, but it does the job.  When I had both my children at home there was a lot more veggie peels to deal with, so in my kitchen I had a woven laundry basket, and inside I had two plastic liners, one for recycling and one for compost.

    Big ol' basket, divided in half inside. One part recycling, the other compost.

    I only emptied it once a week.  I didn’t like using so much plastic, but I’d put the plastic bag in the recycling.  They sell all kinds of really nifty compost buckets now.  Get one with a lid to keep those annoying little fruit flies from developing.  Or if you have an open bucket like mine, just fill it partly with water so that the compost is submerged.  It is easier to dump out that way and keeps cleaner, too.  Especially if you’re going to…

    Is it a Vita-Mix, or is it a composting machine?

    Make a new plan, Stan, and instead of making a compost heap, you put all those scraps (barring big pits and nut shells) with water into a blender and whip it up.   Then march outside and pour that brew around your plants!  You can always kick a little dirt over it if its thick.  This gives your plants a fantastic compost boost.  Since it is undecayed pureed plant matter, you don’t want to bind up the nitrogen around seedlings or young plants, so pour it outside the drip line (how far the roots come out), or in an area you are preparing to plant in the future.  This compost will decompose with days, depending on how warm the ground is (cold weather kills off or slows down microbes and wormies).  If it is snowy winter where you are, then you might just freeze the stuff, in ice cube form or in paper cups.  When the soil warms, plant those cubes!  (Be sure to label them when in the freezer so no one thinks they are smoothie-pops!)

    Freeze your blended compost, then empty the cubes into a bag and LABEL.

    You don’t need to be coy, Roy, but depending on your neighbors you may not want them to see you burying your compost.  That’s right, you don’t have to make a heap, or blend it up.  Just march outside with your bucket and a shovel or trowel, dig some small holes and bury it!  The wormies will turn it into soil for you in weeks.  Sometimes you’ll get surprises, like when a potato sprouts…. free veg!  Here again for those who have frozen winters, you can pop the compost as is in a bag in the freezer.  The only problem is freezer space.  Just think, though, every bit you can save helps your garden!

    Dig it in!

    Just get yourself free from all your hangups about compost heaps and go buy a compost bin.  I’ve a Rubbermaid bin for about twelve years.  When my compost container is full I march it down, open the top, toss in the contents and away I go.  When I pull weeds or thin the garden, I throw that in there too.  Do I turn it?  Heck, no!  But if I wanted to I could very easily.  The sides and two halves of the top fit together like enormous puzzle pieces, so I just need to take them all off, reassemble them right next to the heap, then pitchfork the compost back into it.  The stuff that was on the top would now be on the bottom.  Fresh compost can be shoveled out of a hole in the side on the bottom.  Compost that is turned is not only matured faster, but is of a better quality and more broken down than that which isn’t turned.  But as the bumperstickers say, compost happens!  Stuff breaks down.  Throw stuff into the top of the bin, and rake it out the bottom.  Free your mind from compost regulations!  Just go for it!

    Throw it on! Compost happens!

    Hop on the bus, Gus, and become a real composter.  You can build compost bins very cheaply.  If you can nail things together so that they actually stay together (I can’t), you can build a three-section compost bin out of old pallets.  There are lots of YouTube videos showing how.  The best kind have removable slats in the front so that you can start low and gradually add to the front as the heap grows.  Then when you want to turn it into the next bin, you may easily remove the slats for quick  access.  You can also just take a section of wire and make a cylinder out of it, then pitchfork in the weeds, grass, and throw in the kitchen trimmings.  When its time to turn it, just undo the wire or slip it off, and set it up next to the pile again.  Or have a line of wire cages.  I have three, plus my bin.  Do I turn them either?  No.  I keep throwing on excess weeds, and it keeps sinking down.  Remember: compost happens!

    You don’t need to discuss much with wormies because they can’t answer you: their little mouths are so full of your kitchen waste that they can’t talk!  Make yourself a worm bin.  Or buy one.  You’ll need two dark plastic bins (one fits inside the other).  Drill holes all through the lid for ventilation, and in just one of the bins drill some holes along the top of the sides, then drill tiny holes in the bottom for drainage.  Fit the drilled bin inside the non-drilled bin.  Put wads of newspaper, or paper from your paper shredder (unless you are saving it all to pack your mail-out Christmas gifts with instead of those nasty Styrofoam things) in the bin up to about half way.  Lightly sprinkle with water.  Throw a little soil in there, but not much for these kinds of worms.  Find someone who has worms, or buy some red wigglers.  You don’t want earthworms.  Put these little guys gently into the bin.  Take your compost and put it into one corner.  Cover with a dampened sheet of newspaper and put the ventilated lid on the top.  Keep the wormies from extreme temperatures.  Some people keep a bin under their kitchen sink.  Many school kids keep wormies as projects and for fun (baby wormies are white and wiggly!).  As the wormies devour your compost they’ll leave behind castings, which look like sticky dirt.  This is gold.  If they had worm castings in Fort Knox instead of all that gold bullion our dollar would never fluctuate.  What collects in the bottom bin is ‘worm tea’, which is just as valuable.  Pour this stuff into your houseplants or directly on your plants.  Commercial worm bins have several sections to hold more compost, are a little easier to manage and have a spigot for the worm tea.  A perfect Mother’s Day gift!  That or a compost bucket or bin!

    Just drop off the key, Lee, with your housesitter when you go on vacation, and don’t forget to let her know to throw those kitchen scraps in with your chickens!  Or goat!  Or miniature pig!  You don’t even need a heap when you have beaks!  All those scraps are pure vitamins and minerals and chickens will not only devour them, but give you the best eggs you have ever tasted.  Don’t forget to crush eggshells and give them right back to the chickens!  They need that calcium to keep their eggs nice and hard.  Chickens turn your compost into great eggs for you and great poo for the ground.  Chicken manure can be used right away in your garden.  Goaties will eat just about anything, as will piggies, so kitchen waste is perfect (slops).

    Feed it to the chickens!

    And get yourself free from all that guilt that you shoulder when you throw food into the trash.  Oh, and separate your recycling, too!

  • Animals,  Gardening adventures,  Heirloom Plants,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Ponds,  Reptiles and Amphibians,  Soil,  Vegetables

    Earth Day at Finch Frolic

    Snowy egret hunting. "Get the bullfrogs!"

    In celebration of Earth Day, I worked in the garden.  You can stop laughing now.  Yes, I know that I work in the garden nearly every day, and then spend time not volunteering or exercising, recovering from working in the garden.  It was an overcast day, which beach-bound teenagers probably cursed, but I found perfect for working outside.

    Roses in bloom everywhere.

    I had a visitor wishing me a Happy Earth Day.

    Do you notice anything about this wreath?

    This is an alligator lizard.

    "Hello!"

    Hopefully he enjoyed the ride as I opened and closed the door several times to photograph him.

    Alligator lizard from inside.

    Among other things today, I sifted compost.  I had moved my compost bin, and this good compost was still on the ground from where it had been.

    Sifting compost through a screen.

    I put it into a new raised (and wire-lined) bed.

    Adding sifted compost to the bed, which has been dusted with organic non-animal based fertilizer.

    Then I planted two rows of rice in it. Yes, rice.  It is an heirloom variety from Baker Creek Organic Heirloom Seeds (http://rareseeds.com/rice-blue-bonnet.html), and it doesn’t need to stand in water to grow.  Just something new and fun to try out.

    The rubber snake guards a freshly planted bed of rice.

    I’m also growing red seeded asparagus beans, the seeds of which were given to me by the woman who made the quail house.  She also introduced me to Baker Creek, and for that I’m sincerely indebted. (http://rareseeds.com/red-seeded-asparagus-bean.html .)

    Spinach, carrots, edamame, sesame, Kentucky pole beans, endive and tomatoes are finally coming up.

    The other veggie beds are finally sprouting, now that the evenings have warmed up.

    Collards and carrots, transplanted from another bed and doing well.
    An incredible parsley setting seed, peas, parsnips, spinach, rhubarb, carrots and beans.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Castor bean seeds were in the mushroom compost, and I'm pulling them quickly.

    Here are a few views from other areas of the garden.  Three weeds until the AAUW Garden Tour.  Yikes!

    General Mischief waiting near the quail house for dinner. The hose connects to the 700 gallons of cootie water (compost tea) and is irrigating native plants.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    A happy harvest. Strawberries and eggs. I'm freezing the berries for later to make jam.
    Lamb's Ear, whitebud, passionfruit and Bermuda grass

     

     

    Stunning blue iris in the pond.
    Fringe tree in bloom.

     

    Iris

     

     

  • Animals,  Chickens,  Gardening adventures,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Quail

    They Followed Me Home, I Swear

    Viola and Madge

    How many times do you go to the store for a couple of items and come back with a bag full?  Too often for me.  Yet, I persist in shopping.  I went to the feed store for chicken scratch, and came back with new friends.

    Madge's bad eye. She can find her food pretty well, though!

    These are two Rhode Island Red hens, about a year old, who had been victimized to the point of injury by sister hens.  Too many birds in a small holding pen will do that, plus the whole pecking order thing.  Most of us are familiar with that from living through middle school.

    Viola's limp isn't this bad; she's just being dramatic for the camera.

    The larger bird  is blind in the right eye.  Her name is Madge (she looks like a Madge!).  The smaller girl has a limpy leg, and her name is Viola (Twelfth Night). (Have you ever really looked at the word twelfth?  I spelled it phonetically as twelph, and knew it was wrong but then had a hard time figuring the real spelling out after seeing it.  Sorry… digression).  Both are missing a lot of feathers in various places.  These two were in a cage by themselves, and get along famously. The poor dears each laid an egg in the cardboard box in which they were transported.

    A surprise in the box. Poor girls!

    I’ve put them in Emerson’s old run (oh, and his price has gone down to $15 and the warning sign is off his pen) until I can build the Hen House of my Dreams.

    Temporary shelter in Emerson's cage.

    My other three girls, Lark, Chickpea and Miss Amelia are a happy trio and I don’t want to upset the apple cart, nor have the newbies subjected to pecking order again.

    Lark (getting a bit fat) with Chickpea and Miss Ameila.

    I bought this fantastic chicken house some months ago, thinking it would be a warm spot for my three hens (wasn’t that a TV show?  It should be one!) but they rejected it wholeheartedly.  My girls are used to more space.  I figured this pen would be good for some smaller breed.  I’ve been looking for frizzle hens, but no one seems to have them.  If I order from a hatchery it is straight run, which means unsexed chicks, and I don’t want to do the rooster thing again.

    The Quail House.

    I’d like to establish California quail on the property, but since they are the state bird it is illegal to farm them here.  Hatcheries in other states will send eggs, but at this moment I don’t have the time to care for eggs (and I’m too heavy to sit on them, although I do get broody a lot).  I contacted Project Wildlife for rehabilitated quail for release, but they release within three miles of where the animals were found, which is an excellent policy.  I’ve posted on Craigslist for both frizzle hens and Ca. quail, but no responses yet.

    The quail that is commonly sold is the coturnix.  These are Japanese quail.  Because of their looks they are also called Egyptian quail, Pharaoh quail, and other names.  They are less nervous than Bobwhite or button quail, they don’t fly up a lot so they don’t bang their heads on the top of the cage.  They lay delightful brown speckled eggs.  The feed store had a new shipment in, and they weren’t just selling pairs, so I bought three beautiful little girls, about six months old.

    Saki. Very contempletive.

    My daughter did a quick and imaginative search for names and came up with a lot of really good ones.  With a nod to the breed’s origin and alternative names, the dark brown one is called Saki, short for sakura which is Japanese cherry, rice wine, or also short for the  Sakkara, which is an Egyptian city of temples.  Covers all bases there.  The mostly white one is called Benu, which is an Egyptian bird god you can read about here: http://www.thewhitegoddess.co.uk/articles/ancient_egypt/the_benu_bird.asp .  The light brown one, incongruously, is named after Agatha Christie’s character Miss Felicity Lemon, most notably played by Pauline Moran in the Poirot television series.  It was too good a name not to use, although rather long for such a handful of a bird.

    Benu in the back, and Miss Felicity Lemon in the front.

    The quail don’t have much personality as yet.  Of course, they had been raised crammed in cages with many other birds, shipped through the mail service, then moved to another cage with many other birds.  They had arrived at the store on Sunday.  These three are settling in slowly, enjoying the personal space and the tall weeds that have grown inside the coop (it is bottomless).  After all the strange sounds and smells become commonplace, they’re personalities will emerge.  They don’t scare or fly when approached, but hunker down in a fatalistic “this is my last moment on earth” kind of way.  Already they are showing more hope in small ways as they react to my voice.  I put them upstairs in the coop last night, but they were down again this morning.  Their cage has handles so it can be moved when they’ve thoroughly manured that area. (There, I’ve said the ‘m’ word again!).

    The RIR's eggs are on the left. Americauna and Silver Wyondotte on right.

    So more beaks to feed.  At least I’m staying away from the Fallbrook Animal Sanctuary, at least for awhile.  General Mischief and Sophie are too old for a new dog, and I certainly don’t need any more cats.

    Of course, the llamas at the feeds store, and those really cute guinea pigs, could really use a home….

  • Animals,  Chickens,  Humor,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Pets

    Emerson and the Frizzle

    Emerson in Rooster Row

    Do you remember Emerson, the hen that turned into a rooster?  (Read about it here: http://www.vegetariat.com/2011/07/segregating-rooster-building-bachelors-quarters-pvc/  ).  To review, last year we chose several breeds of chicks, all of which were supposed to have been pullets (females, rather than cockerels).  My daughter chose the smallest Rhode Island Red chick, knowing that she would grow to be one of the larger hens and not wanting her to be a bully.  That adorable chick turned into Emerson, a huge, handsome rooster.  And vicious.  After growing up as a pet, as soon as his hormones kicked in he became a nasty attack rooster, flying up to try for our faces, hitting us with his wings (they really are strong and it hurts!), and practicing with his feet for when his spurs grew in.  Since we didn’t want fertile eggs, Emerson lived a life of frustrated  celibacy next to the girls.  I’d asked around at feed stores if they wanted him, but no one did and they said they’d eat him or just kill him.  Until a month ago when on a visit to the Vista Country Feed Store I asked again, and they wanted him!  They had about thirty one-year-old Rhode Island Red hens they were going to throw him in with.  Sorry ladies!

    Getting Emerson out of his pen and into a dog carrier was hazardous and scary.  My daughter  used strawberry on a string as a lure, but darn him, he just wouldn’t step into the box.  We tried for almost an hour.  Then Jacob came to work on the ponds, and volunteered his services.  He said he thought it would be fun!  Using his jacket and sheer determination, he captured Emerson without injury to anyone.  Amazing!

    At the feed store a pen in a line of pens was made available for Emerson.  He was temporarily in Rooster Alley.  There was a Polish rooster, with the funny head feathers, and a couple of others, all of whom Emerson tried to challenge through the wire.  Testosterone Central.

    And then there was the frizzle rooster.

    Mr. Frizzle and the Forward Feathers

    I saw the frizzle rooster there last year, after someone had dumped him there.  He strutted around crowing and posturing, with his curly feathers and diminutive size.  I fell in love.  He was funny all over.

    Mr. Frizzle Means Business. He Really Does.

    Everything he did was funny, although it was all rooster behaviour. Well this year he was still there, and apparently had been turned out of his pen  for Emerson.

    Mr. Frizzle Takes Time Out From Attacking Emerson To Pose For Video.

    That didn’t make him back down, though!  That little guy challenged Emerson through the pen.

    "If only this wire wasn't here I'd show YOU who is bigger!"

    What was truly hilarious was that after he’d crow, he’d breathe in air while still making sound, like a wheeze or a deflated bagpipes.  Listen carefully on his last crow; you can see him (with Emerson) here: http://youtu.be/ivtpeHfOSDM .  Thanks to my daughter for the video.  Happy Days, Emerson!  And much love Mr. Frizzle!

  • Animals,  Birding,  Living structures,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Ponds

    The Duck Boathouse

    Mallards in the pond

    Our large pond has been attracting  many waterbirds.  We’ve seen mallards, widgeon, shovelers, snowy egrets, greater egrets, green heron, great blue heron, plus fishers such as phoebes and a kingfisher.   In fact one mallard couple has become brave enough to waddle near when I feed the chickens.  I throw a little scratch out, and the ducks snack on that along with the grasses.  The male, who my daughter dubbed John Drake after the Secret Agent Man series main character, stands nearby and scolds me for not  throwing out scratch on demand.

    Since the garden plants are within their first year they haven’t grown in.  I thought how great it would be to continue providing habitat  by having a duck nesting box.  I began to search online but the ones I saw were incredibly expensive for what amounts to just a box. You could place them on shore, but they would be within reach of predators.  Or you could connect them to a pole sunk into the pond.

    The front, with aquatic iris in front of the entrance.

    I broached Jacob with the subject and he was enthused, so he built one entirely out of scrap materials.  I had a length of 4-inch PVC pipe with caps on the ends, which had come with the house. He used this as plastic pontoons for support.   He tied on the side of a crib, built a little house out of a lightweight wooden crate  I’d brought home that day which had transported potted plants, and dug up some of the plants already in the ponds to use as camouflage.  The plants will live with their roots  trailing  in and helping clean the water.  What came of all these recycled materials is just the cutest duck boathouse nesting box ever, I’m sure.  I haven’t seen the female mallard for a few days, so she may be sitting on a nest elsewhere.  I hope that a duck does enjoy the house, and if not, it is very fun to look at and is helping clean the water as it floats.  What fun!

    The back and sides, which will be hidden by plants as they grow.
  • Animals,  Bees,  Gardening adventures,  Other Insects,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures

    Catching My First Bee Swarm

    Today was warm but very windy, and I was stealing some time to work on trellises I’m building for the passionflower vines (another story for another time, and definitely for the humor section).   The area I was working in was close to my house.  Inside an enclosure for my trashcans there stands a stack of nine extra bee supers (or boxes).  Last year a swarm  moved in and I’ve let them stay since they were so happy (and had so much room!). I have a hive and two empty Top Bar hives down in my specially planted Bee Garden; why should a swarm go there when it can be near trashcans? So today I’m out there trying to unroll a roll of cattle wire without losing a finger, and I hear a loud buzzing.  I looked up to see bees  flying in ever widening circles around the trashcan enclosure.  Normally they are in and out in a straight line (a honey flow) when gathering pollen.  I wondered if they were being attacked or bothered by something because in my mind it is still early in the year.  Then I remembered it is March already!  The hive was swarming.

    Can you see the swarm? Right in the middle.

    Just before a new queen hatches, the old queen takes a group of bees (depending upon the size of the hive, it could be 20,000 bees) to go find a new home.  First they exit the hive and find a place to rest and reconnoiter.  This is when people see them hanging from trees, underhangs, trashcans, whatever.  Scouts are sent out to find a good place to stay.  Sometimes they will stay where they are, even if it isn’t a good idea, such as the underside of a palm frond which a swarm built comb on for a short time some years ago in my yard.  This swarm mercifully gathered in a guaje tree just opposite the enclosure.

    There they are.

    I let the wire go and realized how unprepared I was.  I hadn’t completely finished preparing the bars for the top bar hives (so much to do!).  My daughter and I have kept a hive for years. I really wanted that swarm, and although I’ve read about it and watched YouTube videos about it, just haven’t captured a wild swarm myself. I decided to try and get them.

    First, I ran inside and rewatched a YouTube vlog on capturing a swarm, just to refresh my memory and boost my confidence.  Then I ran down to the bee garden and prepared a top bar hive.  I moved it to a better location, poured oil in the cups it sits in to keep out ants, and then finished preparing the bars.  I’d serendipitously purchased craft sticks just yesterday ( a special stop at JoAnns), and I rubbed old wax into the grooves to make the craft sticks stick.  Top bar hives have no foundation like Langstroth hives.  The bees are encouraged to build their own comb, using the bit of craft stick hanging down from the bars as a guide.  This is a healthier way to for bees to live when captured.  Then I dropped a few drops of lemongrass oil into the hive; bees really like it and are attracted to it.  I also smeared a little organic honey inside for some instant food.  This sounds so smoothly done, but actually there were a dozen trips between the bee garden at the bottom of the property, the house, the shed and the swarm, all done in a crazed, frantic and nervous sort of way.  A mad woman.  Again I’m grateful for good neighbors.

    Top bar hive, with craft sticks waxed onto the underside of a bar.

    I suited up in full bee gear.  Many people catch swarms without protective gear, or with just a veil.  When bees swarm they are the least likely to attack because they aren’t defending a hive.  They are clustering around their queen, not wanting to be separated from her.  However, since I now swell up dramatically when stung, I decided to take no chances.

    Hi.

    Fortunately the bees weren’t high up.  I dragged out a stepladder and found a smallish cardboard box.

    Fortunately within easy reach of a stepladder.

    Standing on the ladder and shoving the box under the swarm, I shook the branch, knocking the bees into the box.  When I thought I had most of them, I carried the box, full of crawling bees, down to the hive.  I wish I could have taken a photo, but with the thousands of bees in the box I didn’t want to go get the camera and fumble with it with my gloves; I didn’t want to hurt any of the girls and they needed to be relocated before they took flight.  I shook the box into the open top of the hive, and then put the top bar lid on.  There were still bees back on the tree.  I didn’t see the queen, and I really needed to make sure I got her.  I shook in the rest of the bees and then carried them back down to the bee garden.

    I shook the cardboard box of bees onto the ramp.

    I didn’t want to open the hive again, so I propped a board up to the entrance holes, then shook the box of bees out onto the ramp.  Bees will climb, and climb they did.  I used a bee brush to carefully collect bees that had clung to the outsides of the hive, and dumped them on the ramp, too.  There was quite a traffic jam for awhile.

    Traffic jam of bees climbing up the ramp into the opening.

    Eventually all the bees were in.  I removed the ramp and cleaned up… not a sting.  Actually, once I first climbed the stepladder I felt and heard the lack of anger in the swarm.  They weren’t making a high-pitched angry buzzing noise.  Tradition has it that you should talk to your bees; make sure to tell them about any change in the household.  So I talked to them as I transported them down to what would hopefully be their new home.  Just before dark I rapped once on the side of the hive and all 10- or 20-thousand of them hummed at me.  If I got the queen and they are happy, then they will stay.  Otherwise they’ll swarm again.  No bees were harmed, and the few left up by the tree wondering where the old queen went were close enough to the old hive to go back, and make their allegiance to the new queen.

    Almost all in.
    The girls are spraying pheromones to mark their location.

    I came inside feeling good about gently relocating them, and had some dark chocolate to settle my nerves! Then I went on to wrangle with the wire and the trellises, which was far more trouble than moving a swarm of bees.

  • Animals,  Birding,  Humor,  Pets

    Monday Morning Surfing

    Okay, so its Monday morning at ten o’clock and I’m trying to make an unsweetened cup of tea stretch out as an excuse to read funny stuff on the Internet.  That’s one of the benefits of living alone… no one but the little taskmaster in my head to crack the whip.  Oh, and the bank, but its President’s Day so they should all be closed.  Oh, and the animals, but I’ve fed them all, with the exception of Gammera (“Feed the tortoise today, Diane!  Remember to feed the tortoise!”).  The unsweetened tea is a kind of torture because I usually take it with honey, but I am trying really, really hard to lose that twenty pounds that I thought I had lost for good a couple of years ago, but which found me again.  I’m also using the excuse that its the Great Backyard Bird Count weekend to watch the birds swarming to the feeders as I surf.  All of this, of course, is an excuse to not go dig bamboo and transplant enormously heavy trees like I did yesterday (that ingrate of a lemon tree poked me in the eye while I was trying to rescue it!  I left that sucker partially dug out last night as punishment.  See if it learned its lesson by now…). Oh, and its a little cool outside (what a California wimp I am!).  I am also feeling the afterguilt (new word?) from having ranted on the blog yesterday.  Besides, funny things happen.

    For instance last night, while I was watching a couple of Rowen and Martin’s Laugh-In episodes I had waited forever for the library to get in (and can’t renew because its on hold), my fat cat Pippin was  zonked out on my favorite chair.  Pippin is about 18 pounds.  He was a skinny  boy that showed up in our yard a couple of years ago and never went away. He sucked down food as if he needed it for emotional support (um… that sounds familiar!).  Only one of my other indoor cats will tolerate him.  Matthew is a kind-hearted soul.  He’s a peace and love kind of cat, at least he’s become that after spending his first year of being in the house hiding behind the bookcase hissing at everyone.  Matthew has a deep throaty whirr when he plays wildly with cat toys.  Anyway, Matthew, in search of a warm spot (I don’t turn on the house heat), perched on top of the lovely ribbon-embroidery pillow next to Pippin.  Somewhere around the point in Laugh In when Miss Greer Garson hit Henry Gibson on the head with an inflated hammer I glanced over to the chair (myself wrapped in several blankets, a robe and two cats), and saw that Matthew had found a warmer place to perch!

     

    A warm, firm mattress that purrs!

    Pippin is solid, like a beached whale.  He protested a little by waving his paw ineffectually (his front legs stick out straight when he lays on his side) and then going back to sleep.

    When Pippin moved, Matthew... didn't.

    So my Internet search started with Facebook, to see if there were any humorous links from my more sophisticated friends (I’m always at least a year behind in finding out the funny stuff.  At least three years behind in technology!).  Then I checked out Cake Wrecks ( http://cakewrecks.squarespace.com/ ) , which is a hilariously funny blog that posts disaster cakes with wonderful commentary.  From there I went to The Bloggess (http://thebloggess.com/2012/02/her-name-is-juanita-juanita-weasel-unless-you-can-think-of-something-better/ ).  This blog has pretty ‘mature’ language and topics, but it is laugh-till-you-choke hilarious.  From there I went to Know Your Meme (http://knowyourmeme.com/ ).  A meme (rhymes with cream… I looked it up) is whatever has viral popularity on the Internet.  This site lists current memes, some of which are actually funny, but most of which make you really wonder about the average intelligence of the US Internet audience.  Then I followed her link to Pintrest (http://pinterest.com/thebloggess/kick-ass-stuff/) which is a virtual bulletin board where people ‘pin’ interesting things they find on the Internet.  Think of it like a workroom pinboard with cut-out jokes and photos hung all over it.  I swear, I don’t know how people find the time to do all this Internet stuff and yet conduct normal lives or get enough exercise.

    Speaking of exercise, I need to go see if that lemon tree has learned its lesson yet.  Oh, and feed the tortoise.

     

  • Animals,  Bees,  Birding,  Chickens,  Gardening adventures,  Heirloom Plants,  Other Insects,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures,  Photos,  Ponds,  Rain Catching,  Vegan,  Vegetables,  Vegetarian

    Garden’s One Year Anniversary

    Happy Anniversary!  One year ago on Feb. 1, 2011, I signed a contract with landscape architect Roger Boddaert (760-728-4297) to create a permaculture garden.  For twelve years I’ve had this sloping property that was covered in weeds and worthless Washingtonia palms.  Not only do these 2 acres slope down to a barranca, but it was filled in due to catching all the rainwater that runs from the street and properties above.  I have to give credit to friend Gary B., who brought up the subject of permaculture in a conversation the year before.  I’d heard the term and thought I knew what it was about, but months later when I was researching what to do with my property I remembered him mentioning it, and looked it up.  I found what I was looking for.  I’ve been an organic gardener for many years, have owned chickens for their eggs, have refused to till the soil so as not to kill microbes, have worked naturally with animals and plants, have created habitat, composted, recycled, collected rainwater… and all of that was permaculture.  And so much more.  How can one not be attracted to the term Food Forest?  Certainly not a foodie and gardener like myself.

    What happened on the property starting the week of Feb. 1 for the next six months altered the land so that it is truly two acres of habitat.  It is useful, it is natural, and it is beautiful. Roger’s team led by Juan built beautiful walls of urbanite, planted and hauled, worked in scorching sun and frosty mornings and made what was dreamed into reality. An integral part of the garden has been diverting the water from erosion points and into rain catchment basins and natural ponds, and that is where Aart DeVos and Jacob Hatch of Aquascape (760-917-7457) came in.  They also installed the irrigation.  Dan Barnes did the rough and the precise tractor work (760-731-0985) and I can’t recommend his experience and skill enough.  Fain Drilling dug the well (760-522-7419) and the wonderful sheds were built by Quality Sheds of Menifee (http://www.socalsheds.com) .

    Along with some volunteer help from Jacob, I am the sole caretaker of the property.  I am planning the plant guilds, weeding, improving soil, moving problem plants and trees and, did I mention, weed?  Oh yes, then there is weeding.  On Saturday May 12th, the garden will be on the Garden Tour of the Association of University Women of Fallbrook, and hopefully many people will be inspired to go organic, to create habitat, conserve water and grow extra food for the Fallbrook Food Pantry.  We’ve come a long way, baby!

    The following photos are comparisons between the precise location last year at this time, and today.

     

  • Animals,  Chickens,  Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures

    A New-Fangled Coop

    The new coop

    I’ve been trying to find a warmer coop for my hens.  The chicken tractor that they occupy is not only non-mobile, but is open on all sides with only scant shelter in the nesting ledge.  This won’t do.  I have tarps draped all over it, and raise and lower them with the sun to keep my girls from being in the wind.  It isn’t perfect.  Not being a carpenter, I have to search for what I want, and I’ve been searching for coops so much on the Internet that for awhile almost every ad that popped up was for coops!  Most coops come unassembled, and not only are extremely pricey but look very thin-walled.  Last Saturday over breakfast (of eggs, of course) I tried Craigslist.  There were several used coops for sale, but not only would I have to disassemble and reassemble them, but the possibility of transferring disease or bugs was high.  Then there appeared a new ad for coops in Temecula, just half and hour away from me!  The Knotty Bird (https://sites.google.com/site/theknottybirdcompany/contact-us) is a home business of Crystal Braught.  She and her husband create the coops in their home, and house their own flock of lovelies in the backyard.  The three styles of coops that were offered were very well thought-out, and I loved the strawberry pyramid that was also offered.  I had a wonderful talk with Crystal, who grows organic veg and recommended to me a most excellent seed source, Baker Creek Heirloom Seeds (http://rareseeds.com/) which not only offers hundreds of seeds from around the world, but sells only organic seed.

    Access to the nestboxes, a small entrance, and the far bottom side lifts up for cleaning or expansion.

    So I bought the middle-sized coop at a very reasonable price and hauled it home. (This all sounds so easy!  But not for me!  I wanted to use my son’s truck, but the insurance and registration had been let go.  I spent awhile on the phone adding the truck to my insurance, and then trying in vain to register it on the DMV site.  Then halfway there on the freeway the brakes began to grind and it sounded as if metal was dragging on the tire.  I pulled off and looked, but didn’t discover anything.  When I arrived safely (whew) home with the coop, I had to unload it alone so I propped up a planter, some wood, a piece of plywood I had to haul up from the bottom of the property, and then slowly walk the bottomless coop out of the truck and slowly down the plywood without destroying it or me.  It weighs over 100 lbs.  I haven’t lost my touch; all safe and sound).

    I put newspaper-lined nursery flats under the roost, which turned out to be a bad move.

    I placed a couple of nursery flats lined with paper under their new roost upstairs for easy clean-up, and fluffed straw into the two small nestboxes.  The coop I walked until it was over tall grass that I wanted gone.  Then I brought the three girls up, one by one.  They loved it.  They scratched and tore off pieces of grass and had a grand time.  At dusk, though, they stood there looking at me.  Finally Chickpea went up the ramp into the living quarters.  With some encouragement and direction from me, Miss Amelia and Lark finally went up there too.  I still partially covered the coop with a blanket because it was going to be a cold and possibly windy night.  Emerson, in his lonely cage at the lower end of the property, was quite the sad guy.

    The roof on one side can be propped open for cleaning.

    In the morning I fed the dogs outside and noticed that the girls hadn’t come downstairs.  I waited and later went out and they still weren’t!  I opened the side to peek, and found that they had moved one of the lined nursery flats over the exit hole!  Poor girls!  I moved it and they eagerly came down, but weren’ that interested in the grass anymore.  I thought maybe they’d eaten too much the day before.  They stood and watched me work.  Very eerie.

    The three girls enjoying the grass

    I tried to encourage them back up the ramp to the nesting boxes, but they would have none of it.  Finally, exasperated, I opened the door and they scuttled down the hill and it was an easy thing to shoo them into their old cold coop. Chickpea went right up the ramp to lay an egg.  My poor girls!  The coop may not work for these girls, but now I have a seperate place for the Frizzles I want to get come spring!  And instead of one large coop with a lot of pecking and competition, I can have several small coops placed around the property, each being a chicken tractor while the girls scratch up the grass and feed the soil.

    Apparently,

  • Animals,  Birding,  Hiking,  Travel

    Salton Sea

    Salton Sea is a terminal sea; there is no connection to any other water

    Salton Sea is a terminal sea, created by accident in 1905 by a break in an irrigation canal from the Colorado River.

    Trains a hundred cars long pass by regularly

    Salty and as it evaporates, becoming saltier, the sea hosts water sports, camping, and in the summer black flies by the millions, temperatures well over 100F, and the smell of rotting fish.  However it is also one of the birding hotspots of the United States, as it is located along the Pacific Flyway in the Imperial Valley.

    Black-necked stilt

    My daughter and I took advantage of the cooler post-Christmas weather and drove there last week.  Winter is the best time to see birds and we weren’t disappointed.

    Great egrets rest in the trees by the Visitor's Center

    The drive was a little over two and a half hours from our home, skirting the mountains and into the desert communities.The Sea is about 35 miles long, and is about 227 feet below sea level.  The north-west part of Salton Sea hosts the visitor’s center and some good birding areas, but the best areas for us were about thirty miles south (it isn’t called a sea for nothing!) at the Sonny Bono Salton Sea National Wildlife Refuge, Unit #1.

    Pelagic birds dining at Sonny Bono

    Fish die-off is a sad part of the life cycle of the mineral-heavy sea, and the sand is layered with the decomposing bones of millions of fish.

    The sand is made of disintigrating fish bones

    Thousands of birds in enormous flocks can be seen all around the Sea.  It is a grand thing to witness; it had been a common sight until fairly recently in US history to have flocks of birds so dense they blacken the sky.

    Catching afternoon sunshine between feedings

    There weren’t that many there, but the numbers were amazing.  In the southern part are agricultural fields where we saw hundreds of curlews and ibises feeding between the crops.

    Ibis in agricultural fields.

    We were looking in particular for burrowing owls, and the advice we were puzzled to receive  was to look in irrigation ditches and pipes along the road.  Then, sure enough, as we were driving my daughter suddenly caught sight of one sitting alongside the road at the top of an irrigation ditch!  He obligingly posed for many photographs.  Later I saw two sitting at the opening of a pipe that protruded from an irrigation ditch!  Amazing.

    Burrowing owls nest in irrigation pipes

    One of the highlights for me was seeing sandhill cranes.  These beautiful and majestic birds were feeding in ponds adjacent to flocks of pelicans.  I didn’t happen to get any photos of them although my daughter did, because I was busy crawling under the car trying to find the source of the intense squealing sound that suddenly developed (only gravel in the wheel, thank goodness!) There were also hundreds of snow geese, and long strings of hundreds of red-winged blackbirds filled the sky as the sun set.

    The only sound was the whisper of hundreds of blackbird wings overhead.

    We left, entranced, at sunset, and took the route home through the Anza-Borrego desert, up to 4,000 feet above sea level through the mountain town of Julian and back to Fallbrook in just over 2 1/2 hours.  We covered about 275 miles that day, but it was well worth it for birding.  The visitor’s center has many pamphlets on other birding areas in the vicinity, but they’d have to be done on other trips because there are just too many birds to see in one day!

    The beautiful Gambel's quail

    Other birds we saw included Bonaparte’s gull, American Avocets, Stilt Sandpiper, Long-billed Dowitcher, and Gambel’s Quail, to name a few.  An excellent birding site with Salton Sea bird list and locations is htttp://southwestbirders.com.  Search for Salton Sea.