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Why Everyone Should Own Chickens

March 19, 2012

Since I wrote about the horrific fate of my layers in January, things are looking better in the hen-house. Recently, the six surviving hens started producing again. I wasn’t expecting much from them, in the way of eggs, because production usually decreases at two and three years old. But these gals are giving me three to five eggs a day. My feathers have puffed up with pride!

And to think, I thought about giving the hens away. My heart wasn’t in it though. There are just too many GOOD reasons to own hens. Dan and Mindy of Soulsby Farm seem to agree. They came up with the list below.

Ten Reasons why you should Own Chickens

By Soulsby Farm – A Very Small Farm

  1. Fresh Eggs daily – Much better than store-bought eggs. The egg white alone is about 33% more and it’s less expensive.
  2. Chickens have great personalities – Our favorite pastime is to sit in the back garden with a couple of cold beers and watch the chickens (they look like miniature robots).
  3. Help out with the compost pile – Chicken poo is too hot (high in nitrogen to place directly around growing plants) but it works wonders on your compost pile.
  4. They are very low maintenance – Easier than a cat or dog to maintain. Just stay on top of their food and water , clean the cage once in a while and collect eggs.
  5. You are One step closer to sustainable living – it feels good to have chickens, like you’re a real farmer
  6. Household leftovers are food for chickens – These birds eat just about anything. When I peel cucumbers or carrots or chop of mushroom stems, I save it for the chickens (along with fruit rinds and skins) everything but potatoes and garlic. Unless you want your eggs to taste like garlic.
  7. Save a chicken from factory life – Have you ever seen the crap-holes commercial chickens live in? Enough said.
  8. Pest prevention – These hens cruise around and eat up a slew of bugs like slugs, snails, leatherjackets and more.
  9. When they get old and stop laying you can eat them – I haven’t done this yet and I’m not sure I can.
  10. Be the best neighbor on the block – I thought my neighbors would complain about the chickens but in fact, it was just   the      opposite. They bring them veggie scraps and their grandchildren rush over to see the chickens upon every visit and…..wait for it…. They all get free eggs.

To read the complete article, click on the link above. While you are there, check out Dan and Mindy’s site.

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Fog

February 1, 2012

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Fog is . . .

A cloud that hides the world from our eyes

Beyond the drizzle of a hazy disguise.

But in our minds, outside the mist

We see life’s surroundings and trials,  

Gates unlocked or windows barred,

These things the cloud cannot hide.

So we walk through the veil—

Come harsh or scary,

Mysterious or chancy,

Buoyant or lovely.

Willful to see the world beyond the cloud,

Merely the drizzle of a hazy disguise.

— © 2012 Dianne Marie Andre

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It was a Good Day

January 26, 2012

Born in America

on January 24, 2012,

at the close of a beautiful sunset.

Note:  It took all day to get into my blog to post this. My poor old computer is tired again, so if there’s no post on Friday that’s why.

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Missing Miss Boo Boo

January 11, 2012

On December 30, after I got home from tending errands in town, Ralphie and I went into the backyard to play ball. It was then that I noticed my pet turkey, Miss Boo Boo, lying oddly still in the chicken pasture. When I opened the gate, only one hen greeted me. I ignored the absence of thirteen other clucking hens at the gate and rushed over to Miss Boo Boo. She was belly up. Dead.

A foot away lay a gathering of small feathers. I walked the large pasture, suspicious that coyotes had been here, dreading each step that I took. Sure enough, there were seven different feather clusters and one body—all young layers. Four of the older hens were inside the coop, one was wandering around, and another hen was hiding behind the running pen beneath the eucalyptus foliage. She had a scuffed back, yet she laid an egg the next day. There hasn’t been an egg in the henhouse since. At three years old, hens produce only occasionally.

Miss Boo Boo didn’t have a mark on her. She must have fallen while trying to escape the violent massacre and suffocated from the weight of her large chest, or simply died of terror. I miss her most of all. She followed me around the pasture like a puppy. When I made a certain sound, she would fluff up her white feathers and mimic my call. She honked a friendly hello when she heard me working on the other side of the hedge in the perennial garden. Always wanting to be at my side, before she was heavy and slow, Miss Boo Boo followed me from inside the pasture fence as I walked along the driveway.

Two weeks have passed and I still miss the two Black Australorp beauties, the three fast-running Buttercups, and their amble egg supply. I miss the friendly cooing of two cute little Silkie Bantams—they were adorable. I miss the loud squawks after laying an egg, and the cackling, clucking of young hens.

Mostly, I miss the sociable fondness of a three-year-old turkey named Miss Boo Boo.

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Holiday Giving

November 18, 2011

If you’re getting ready to give a holiday donation, please consider these worthwhile groups:

Little Sisters of the Poor

Since 1901, St Anne’s Home in San Francisco, California has cared for thousands of elderly poor of every ethnic background and religion.

Your donation would aid this giving home in providing meals, activities, spiritual support, medical care, and a way of living (as well as dying) in dignity through the loving kindness of the Little Sisters.

For more information on Little Sisters of the Poor and available ways to give go to:


http://www.littlesistersofthepoorsanfrancisco.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=59&Itemid=64

Or mail your gift to:  St. Anne’s Home, 300 Lake Street, San Francisco, CA  94118

The Dinner Garden feeds hungry families by providing free fruit, vegetable seeds and gardening support to home and community gardeners across the United States. They have helped 65,000 hungry families grow gardens. Help them reach more!

For donation information and more go to: 
http://www.dinnergarden.org/donations.html

Or mail your gift to:  The Dinner Garden, P.O. Box 700686 San Antonio, TX 78270

Please tell them inandaroundthegarden.net inspired your generous gift!

Thank you and blessings to you and your family,

Dianne

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Lodi Street Faire’s Local Craft Artist

October 1, 2011

I don’t usually post special plugs for events, but I’m hoping you’ll check out the craft booth on the corner of Church and Oak Streets at the Lodi Street Faire this Sunday, October 2.

Craft artist Mary Ledbetter (featured in In and Around the Garden‘s e-newsletter prior to the blog conversion) will have her unique birdhouses for sale.

In addition to the birdhouses, Mary’s booth will be filled with a wide range of items, each handcrafted from re-purposed elements. No waste here, just skillful, high quality one-of-a-kind home and garden décor. From photo frames to cake plates. Candles, unique sash windows, quilts and much more including adorable hand-painted chairs that will make your heart swoon for a seat.

Bejeweled with lots of bling, these visors and caps are made from a variety of recycled material including jeans and leather boots.

While you’re there, check out the photography greeting cards. Mary is going to donate the card proceeds toward my computer fund.

Arrive early! The event runs from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. Do your holiday shopping and remember to treat yourself as well. Admission and parking is FREE! You can’t beat that!

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Seeds of Hope

September 21, 2011

If you’ve been following my blog, you know of the recent computer failure, the immediate need to raise funds for a new PC (the one I’m using is seven years old, slow, and tired), and the special friend who donated a carload of goods for last weekend’s garage sale.

Saturday’s sales were slow. Ninety-five percent of the people were men. Of course, I didn’t have ‘guy’ merchandize so the sale was a bust.

Sunday morning, another special friend—who loves garage sales—showed up early, filled several bags, then gave me a sizable donation that nearly started a brawl. We argued for some time. In the end, she won. Then she offered to look at my printer and external backup drive that also went on the blink. Within twenty minutes, both were working! No brawl, just hugs. Lots of hugs!

Although sales were low both days, I met the most interesting people. One couple talked about the old town buildings in their backyard and the fun they have hunting for more structures.

A big guy tossed a lace tablecloth over his shoulder, gave me fifty cents, and said with a flushed face, “It’s for my mother, honest. She loves these things.” Another man, after seeing the computer speakers for sale talked for thirty minutes about his internet woos and being a tech dummy. I knew how he felt and wished I could help.

A true country dweller walked into the garage asking if I had a sickle bar mower. “I plow my fields with a team of horses, he said proudly. “There’s not one tractor on my place.” Amazing! Somebody actually lives on manual mode. Love it!

Then I met a genuine American Picker, the last person before closing. A well-dressed man with hair white as snow and a gentle voice with such clarity I clung to every word. He sells all over the world through other dealers, people, he said with so much integrity they’re honest enough to tell him when one of his hundred-dollar items, for example, goes for $1,400.

Hearing about the integrity of others seemed to go with the weekend’s theme of special friends planting seeds of hope. I have a long way to go before earning enough for a new computer. Nevertheless, the donations and sales will allow me to make a modest contribution to the Susan G. Komen Beast Cancer Foundation, buy a heavy-duty surge protector, and start a small fund for a PC.

Small beginnings lead to big finales. Can you hear the fireworks?  

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Moving Forward

September 15, 2011

I took my computer to two repair shops and it is fried. (Discovered this morning, there’s also a problem with my printer but I think I can fix it–not sure yet.)

I received one carload of donations so I can have a garage sale this weekend to help with the cost of a new computer. If you have any sale-able items you’d like to donate contact me at inthegarden@softcom.net.

Ten percent of the profits will go to a charitable organization. I haven’t decided which organization yet so please feel free to submit your favorite ones for consideration.

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Facing Storms and Life

September 10, 2011

Yesterday, I stacked firewood, a chore on my to-do list that I wanted to complete along with washing the westerly windows and patio furniture. It felt good to scribble a line through these tasks written on scrap paper, to look at the finished work with satisfaction.

I hadn’t listened to the weather report for the last couple of days and had no idea that a storm was coming. Wind, thunder and enough showers to wet the earth arrived late yesterday. The hens’ premature molting (which usually starts in November) cautioned me of an early, wet winter. But, hay, what happened to fall?

I don’t like winter. It’s dark, dull, uncomfortable, and hazardous.

Hazardous indeed! Little did I know this peewee storm, which felt like humid Hawaii days, would surge through the house and damage my main computer. The computer given to me by my son. It’s as old as the computer I’m typing on but POWERFUL. Photos upload from my camera in a snap and there’s lots of computer space for all that I need to do. I can have more than one program open. I can have dual monitors (the one I’m looking at and the one my son gave to me). I had planned to backup my files this weekend. Did you catch the words ‘planned to’ ‘this weekend’?

All my work could be lost.

The moment my stomach begins to turn and I feel stressed over a computer, years of work, I stop myself. It would be easy to cry, to wail boohoo. This isn’t fair. For over a year, I’ve been trying to save enough funds to get DSL so I don’t have to spend hours uploading photos and posts. So I won’t tie up the landline. So I don’t have to limit my online research to midnight sessions. So I can download software programs needed to create and sale eBooks. So I can upload images to sell online.

I’ve also been trying to raise enough funds to buy a professional camera so I can produce images larger than 5×7. I’m trying to save funds to build a demo garden so I can hold workshops. But paychecks are hit and miss. Benefits are lost. The tractor died—a cracked head. I lost my prescription glasses. My car is wheeling around on three worn tires and one spare.

These challenges (and more) are real. But they are minor issues in a world of hurting people who have lost far, far more. Although the plans and dreams I’ve been trying to carry out for over a year get stuck in one mud puddle after another, I am happy. I am grateful for what I can and do accomplish. For what I do have.

For those of you who have encouraged me and continue to hang out at In and Around the Garden. For my guest writers!

For Ralphie who loves me without question. My children and their families are priceless. Moreover, I am the sweetheart (according to Joe) of a man who chooses to put up with me year after year. Like the peewee storm, the mud puddles in my path will dry up. Someday. I have faith.

Taking a moment to remember those who lost their lives a decade ago tomorrow.

Taking a moment to remember our soldiers and their families.

Taking a moment to remember the jobless, the homeless victims of the economy.

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Change: It’s happens, but I don’t have to like it.

August 24, 2011

This year, spring through summer, many changes have occurred throughout the seasons. One major, uninvited, alternation on our country property where we live was the removal of four beautiful trees. Now, at the threshold of autumn, the open rolling hills along our northern pasture are about to transform. The neighbors are putting in a vineyard.

In the following days and weeks, huge equipment will rip through the land. Dust will hover like low, lingering fog. Field workers will come and go. Parked cars will sit on the shoulders of our PRIVATE dead-end road. Voices and perhaps a little singing or whistling will drift over the foothills and into the valleys. After the plantings and later when the vines have grown, chemicals will contaminate the air, the land, and most likely on the volunteer oats where our beef cattle graze.

I know what to expect. Clements Vineyard is a few feet east of our property. During harvest season picking machines HOWL in the middle of the night. We don’t sleep. Yellow slow-moving headlights glow like dinosaur eyes and spook Ralphie. He runs from window to window barking repeatedly. I tell him, “It’s only headlights, Ralphie. Go to sleep.” Like a comedy portraying poor communication between characters, he doesn’t listen.

Staged for change at autumn’s oncoming approach, man is capsulizing my world into metamorphosis. I’m beginning to feel small, sandwiched in . . . overrun via alterations. Sooner or later I will adjust. So will Ralphie. Like my husband said, “It wouldn’t bother us if we were putting in the vineyard.” © 2011 Dianne Marie Andre

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