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Turkey Tracks: In Soil We Trust

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Turkey Tracks:  July 2, 2012

In Soil We Trust

A friend sent me some cartoons she liked, knowing I would as well.

Here’s one:

I’ve been spending hours outdoors with my own soil this past six weeks or so.  The blog has been neglected as a result, but I can see the end of the weeding, reordering, planting and replanting, and so forth.  I was able to find some really terrific help to put out 65 bags of mulch–which the gardens really needed.  And the watering, weeding, and food gathering will go on all summer.

Anyway, I’ll get back to finishing the Paleo essays and will move to the dangers of soy soon now.  And, I have lots of book reviews and lots of interesting information to share with you.  The pile at my right hand as I type this piece is quite tall these days!  I have been spending an hour in the early morning, when the grass is still wet, reading.

Here’s a picture Tami sent me after we got back from Charleston that I really love!

This little plate has gorgeous bees underneath the cherries.  Tami now has two hives and plans for 4 more on Tara Derr Webb’s land.  Best of all, this sweet plate was a gift from a friend of Tami’s as a “thank you” for some homemade soup delivered to her house in a time of need.  That’s what we call community.   Cherries might be my favorite fruit.   I so look forward to them every spring.

The chickens want babies.

Last year, I found the cutest little doghouse at the dump, and John and the grandsons cleaned it up, repaired it, and painted it for me.  This spring I put bedding in it, and John put on a strong door.  We put it under the eaves of the house, back in the bushes, so it would be protected from the rain.  You can see it up next to the house, beyond the chicken coop protected cage.

Here’s a close-up view–the door slides open and shut and has a lock on it.  John reinforced it so racoon can’t pull it out of the sliders.

Those chickens loved nothing better than laying eggs in the doghouse.  One day I realized I had not gotten eggs in a day or so.  I had to get down on my knees and bend way down and reach way back in there with my left hand–to find 10 eggs.  Twice, one of the hens sat through the night, but abandoned the eggs the next morning.  Now, if I keep the house open, the hens line up outside the door and peer in as each hen lays and Cowboy will run at you if you come near it when one or more is inside.

Now we have a broody hen sitting on 5 eggs, as of this morning.  She seems likely to stick to them.  She screams at me and fluffs out her feathers when I check on her.  Only, she’s in an eggbox in the coop, not in the doghouse, which I’ve kept closed up as I got tired of fishing out eggs from inside it.  She’s sitting on 4 Americauna eggs and 1 Maran egg.  It’s the Maran’s we need, since I opened the coop and found one dead about two weeks ago.  Not a mark on her body.  And she was so heavy and solid.  It’s tough to lose a prize year old hen…   Ninja.  She had been kind of sluggish, I realized, after the fact.

We’ll see where all this baby-chickie thing goes…  And of course, half of them will be males, and it is terribly hard to rehome roosters…  I’m hoping if Nancy actually hatches out eggs that she will keep the youngsters in the doghouse as they will be in danger in the coop from the older hens.

Maine has such beautiful gardens and flowers.  The window boxes in town are gorgeous.  Here are two from around the Waterfront restaurant.  I loved all the blues in this box, which is low to the ground.

And this one is very typical of the kind of lush growth we have.

The peonies were gorgeous this year.  We actually got to enjoy them before a rainstorm shattered them–a first in the past few years.  Here’s a clump of them on the walkway to the porch.

 So, on that note, I’ll close out this entry.

Written by louisaenright

July 2, 2012 at 4:29 pm