Sunday, July 24, 2011

State of the Garden Address- Summer 2011


         I'm sitting outside this Sunday, drinking sangria with Jen, and looking out on the garden in summer. I have decided to kill two birds with one stone, and write both my final speech for class, AND a long overdue blog post (if you can't hear my voice, then you're reading this there). Nothing like getting homework done while I document what worked well and what didn't, in the backyard farm for this year. 
        To talk about the garden in the middle of summer, is like talking about tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, melons, and squash. The good and the bad, that's about it. I think I'll start with tomatoes. Our tomatoes this year were kind of a sad thing. We have gotten quite a few (mostly "black prince" and "garden peach"), but really not enough for all that we planted. The saddest failure was our "Cherokee purple" which is currently one single though very large tomato at the center of the plant, while every week a new bunch of little yellow flowers dry up and fall off. Leaves are turning brown and wilting inward, but not for a lack of water for sure. I think I'm either overwatering, or the half barrel it's planted in is not draining well, or the soil is infected from last years tomato planting with some tomato specific disease. I've looked up "blossom fall" online and causes run the whole gamut. Too much water, too little water, disease, too much nitrogen, too little nitrogen. They could have just said, "If it's not one thing, it's another" and left it at that. I'll probably just not plant tomatoes in this spot next year, and see if that helps.
        Anyway, we are not lacking in tomatoes, by any means, but after planting 10 plants, I thought for sure we'd be in canning madness right now, but there is only enough to eat fresh. We are getting lots of fresh salsa and pasta primavera however, so that's nothing to complain about. 
        Cucumbers are keeping us busy on the other hand. We planted Mexican sour gherkins- (I'm told they look like little watermelons, but I'll have to take people's word for that- none came up) and Armenian cucumbers which are always very prolific for us. Last night, I stayed up late canning about 10 jars of our cucumber ketchup, and Jen has already put up about 15 quarts of pickles (two different kinds). Even with all that, we still have lots left over to eat or can. It's so overwhelming, I actually decided to pull the plants yesterday to make room for the strawberries that were not doing to well in their little pots. Those Mara des Bois strawberries are one thing I really wouldn't mind having too many of. 
        The little 'Sugar' pumpkins are doing very well under the dappled shade of the sunflowers. Looks like about 12 pumpkins there in various stages, so we should have plenty for pies this Thanksgiving and Christmas. The Butternut squash looks even better under the shade of the corn we planted. We'll have lots to cut up and freeze, but the corn is so full of worms it's really only good for chicken treats (they prefer corn WITH worms after all). They will also get the sunflowers when the heads are ready, so they should be eating really well soon! Anyway, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. I'd rather have squash than corn any day. 
        Our little yellow crook-necked summer squash was a pretty nice change this year. Not overly abundant, but after the zuchinnis from last year they were just right. I think even the chickens were tired of zuchinni even before summer started. They really are a psychotic producer. I don't think I'll ever grow them again, unless we start baking with it, I'm not crazy about it otherwise. Anyway, the yellow squash was just right, and perfectly sized for adding to another recipe without changing it too much. 
        We planted Crenshaw melons this year, and they are really a great melon. The flesh is somewhat like a cantaloupe, but softer and juicier than I'm used to them from the store. Even near the rind they have an interesting flavor- sort of tangy and salty as they turn green, which is like a nice flavor to counter the sweetness in the softer flesh. My new favorite melon! The plants still have about 12 more coming, and we've only had three so far. Chickens get the guts and seeds from them, and they get to pick at the rinds. I don't think they like anything more, except maybe cucumbers (which are a melon themselves) and of course their black soldier fly larvae.
        Our favorite new plantings this year were the artichokes and the olallieberries. The artichokes were not so good in the 'leaves' like the store bought globes are, but they had the most amazing hearts and they produce about as much as anyone can eat. I just chopped it down two weeks ago (from a 7 foot plant that was covered in aphids) because I thought it was about done for the season- but it has since come back. It's only about two and half feet tall, but already has about 23 little artichokes on it again. I have to say, for all that it's done for us we haven't done anything but neglect the poor thing. It may be- in my opinion- the singly most adapted plant to our weather and soil than anything else we have here. 
        As for the olallieberries, they are my new favorite berry for sure. More productive this year than our raspberries but all at once, whereas the raspberries seemed to come little by little from about the middle of spring till even now. The olallieberries were huge and tart- probably really good as a jam or pie, but we ate them fresh in big bowls topped with a little sugar, and unsweetened whipped cream. I think we ate pretty much the whole batch at one sitting! They have a very complex flavor, but the tartness does call for a little sugar. The plant is sending out runners now that the fruit is gone, and it seems to want to take over the whole garden. I like these so much that aside from guiding the canes where I want them, I think I will just let them go. I will need to find whether there is any benefit in trimming them (production wise). But it's already at least 5 times bigger than it was when it fruited, so next spring should be really good for berries. 
        Santa Fe and Jalepeno peppers are doing well, but the peppers are mostly still growing. We planted two 'late' rows of bell pepper which might make it to fruit by the time fall comes around, or might not. I think they will be fine depending on how cool our fall is. 
        Every pea and bean plant we started did miserably. The best were the favas- but the pintos, cranberry beans, and sweet peas I think gave me less actual beans/ peas than I even put in the dirt. I don't know if our soil is not right, or if they just want more water than I gave them, or maybe deeper roots than most of out pots allow (they are about 27 gallons though). Anyway, they are cheap at the store, so I'm not too worried about that. 
        The strawberries have done well, though I cut off most flowers before they fruited. I'm interested in seeing them spread out with more runners rather than produce a lot of fruit. Next spring should be great for them, we actually got a few and they were delicious! Commercial berries don't even come close to these! Smaller and less watery- really rich in scent and way more sweet. People say that commercial berries are bred to be pretty, but they aren't even as good looking as these little berries. They finish so red that they are almost purple. The main difference I can see is that commercial berries are just big. They are definitely justifying my initial purchase of 50 bare root plants. 
        Tomatillos were really weak for us. We had tiny cherry sized fruit, but lots of it. They tasted great, and we made some good salsa from them, but not even quite one single jar. Meanwhile on the neighbors side of the ditch, three giant tomatillo plants have sprung up out of nowhere. I think an overripe fruit probably got smashed or thrown there in an earlier year, because they have some very neat rows planted but these plants are just growing in the ditch. I admit it's taken every ounce of my strength not to go pick them some night, in fact the only thing that's stopped me is that clearly someone has been watering them, in which case they are more than just a fortunate weed. 
        The trees are doing very well, but no thanks to us. I think our rain has been the best thing for them as we had lots this year. We ignored them completely, other than fertilizing one time, and always dumping the lawn clippings around the trunks to keep back weeds. Our Haas avocados were plentiful, if a little bit small, but the bacons were huge as always. The tree is so big that we can't pick them however, so we just wait for the wind or a bird to knock them down. They soften up much faster when they've fallen too (it seems) so we really get them the best they can be in this way. 
        Our oranges were pretty seriously raided by the rats, but those we did get were the highest quality I've ever eaten. Just really sweet and juicy- they cannot be peeled without losing juice all over the place. So sweet that you almost can't taste any acid. I think I've been trained in the past by grocery store oranges, so we've always picked them too early. This year I didn't even think about them till the rats ate up a bunch. I think in future years, I'll just wait for the rats to tell me when they are ready. 
        Our mulberry tree is still really young, no fruit yet- though it has been growing well. The Turkish brown fig is doing really well. Growing and producing about 15 a year- even while only about 3 feet high. They take a while to ripen, but they are well worth it.  Our Mexican lime looks pretty runty actually, I keep picking it's flowers as soon as they appear. I think this one will actually need some care from us- unlike all the others. 
        The peaches are just plain sick. Fungus every year now, even on the new one that we just planted. This is the only plant where I think we'll be breaking our quasi- organic principles and spraying with copper next spring as soon as we see buds appear. It may sound bad, but I think principles are worthless if you don't test them, and peaches anyway are freakin' good. So yeah, that's that. In the meantime, the chickens can appreciate the tiny mealy moldy peaches that fall off the branches, even if I cannot. 

        Chickens are doing well. We get enough eggs to eat and sell enough more to feed both the chickens and the rabbits for free. Our second generation of birds are bigger (in numbers) than the first, so it should be even better when they start laying. I probably have twice as many birds now as the carrying capacity of the yard can handle, but I want to see who are the good layers before I sell or slaughter any. 
        The rabbits have given us one litter of 6 kits, with a second on the way. We started out with mini rex rabbits, but we are breeding out the "mini" gene over time, since we are after large litters of meaty rabbits. Unfortunately standard rex aren't as easy to find around here. I'm thinking we'll end up with a medium sized rabbit, and in fact we're seeing some progress on that already. 
      
        All in all, I'm happy to report the state of the garden is good, and we look forward now to fall: collard greens, cabbages and broccoli. Hopefully we'll have lots of homemade kimchi by Christmas time. 

That is all. 
        

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Eeek, a skunk!

A few days ago, I looked outside to investigate what the dogs were barking at. I thought it was going to be a cat, but I quickly recognized the tell-tale black and white markings of a skunk on the other side of the ditch, trying to find the best way to cross over onto our side. I ran back into the house to grab the camera and tell Tom about my new find. He opted to stay inside (which is probably the sane thing to do.) Anyway, I was too excited to worry about getting sprayed because we had been discussing with some friends just the night before, about how no one ever sees live skunks. They only seem to show up as road kill. And statistically, skunks are probably the most often hit thing on the road. We figured that this might be due to the fact that skunks aren't really scared of humans like mountain lions might be. Of course, mountain lions have fangs and claws, but skunks have stink, and the confidence to know they can use it against almost anything. (Except, they haven't figured out that the threat of stinking doesn't scare those rapidly approaching metal things on wheels hurtling toward them.)
Well, I grabbed my camera and began taking pictures. They were a bit too far away to get any great shots. The flash going off a bunch of times is probably what scared them off (yup, there were two) running away with their tails pointing straight up in the air. I thought the tails pointing upward was just how they ran when they wanted to be cute, but Tom told me they were in spray mode and that my flash probably ticked them off! I guess I was lucky they didn't decide to let one go as a warning shot!

Here are some pics. It was pretty dark, so the quality isn't so hot.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Garden Progression


Artichokes doing very well! Couldn't ever tire of these.


Last of the beets..



Just two chard left




Collards just starting out




Corn squash and beans




Crenshaw melon




Crenshaw melon patch (with some strawberries)




Crook neck squash




Armenian cucumbers




Epazote just about going to seed. Got lots dried in the pantry.




Turkish brown fig




Grapes (cabernet)




Herbs- French thyme, cinnamon basil, pineapple sage, lemon verbena, italian basil




Olallieberries almost done for the year I think. 




Onions and leeks




Raspberries




Santa Fe and Jalepeno peppers




Mara de bois strawberries, thyme on top.




Sugar pumpkins and sunflower




Tomatillos




And now all the tomatoes

1. Black from Tula



2. Black Prince




This great green mass is 
3. Garden Peach




4. Green Zebra




5. Purple Cherokee




Late starts:

6. Nyagous (another black tomato)




Back row- Nyagous tomato
Other 2 rows- Bell Pepper
Between rows- Chayote squash




The girls sitting in the shade




The new ones- Black/ Copper Marans




Dahlia!




And Jax.


Friday, June 24, 2011

Baby Rabbits

We put our three legged buck, Triton (not a three time show champion- he actually has just three legs because of an injury from before I owned him) to two does last month- Butter and Nightshade. I thought that nothing had come of either attempted breeding. This was mostly because I kept checking the nest box of Nightshade, who's cage was lower to the ground and easy for me to peer into. She never had any kits, and this was the second time that we tried with her, so I was thinking that Triton was the problem (maybe he couldn't get a good hold on the girls cause of his single front leg?) and so I never even checked on Butter's nest box.
When I finally stood up on a chair to take her nest box away, I saw that it was full to the brim with fur that she had plucked out to make a soft nest. I pushed it aside, and sure enough, there were 6 little pink babies.

I had been leaving her alone with them, so I don't have any pictures of the babies at that stage, but now their eyes are open and they are soooooo dang cute.

Nothing more to say, beware the cuteness overload which follows.






Retraction..

In my last entry, I talked about saving Tango the rooster from the stew pot- but then a few days later, he was back in it.
Basically, I had decided to go ahead and slaughter 3 cockerels a little younger than I would normally, because Tango wouldn't let them out in the pasture, and I felt they were outgrowing the coop they were in. When the choice was between Tango and the little roosters, Tango was the winner.
Then I thought, "Well it's time to let those little pullets out at any rate, that shouldn't upset him any". Boy was I wrong.
They actually got along great with the big hens, I've never seen such a simple introduction between chickens. They didn't even look at each other, the young ones came right to the feeder and started eating next to them- but then Tango came speeding right in and proceeded to flog the the little pullets. I figured maybe he was just excited, and thought he was looking at the little cockerels, so I put them away and tried again. Same thing two more times. With them roughly half his size, and with his spurs I decided I couldn't let that be.

So between Tango and my future laying hens, Tango lost I'm afraid.

It just goes to show I guess, we don't always get to choose what happens. These birds have a mind of their own and Tango didn't seem ready to accept anybody new in the flock.

The happy ending is that my three cockerels are now out in the grass with the rest, which means I was able to split the little babies (Tangos progeny out of Eva- including a little tiny rooster who looks just like him) between two smallish coops, so that they now have more room as well.

As for Tango, he made a really nice pho ga (Vietnamese chicken soup) which we all enjoyed.

Tango's son is in the first and third picture. The pullets with him are the keepers from that same hatch.




Monday, June 13, 2011

Tango, the rooster that made the cut.

         Well, I answered a craigslist ad a couple of months back for some black copper Marans (a French breed that lays some of the darkest brown eggs I've ever seen). When I got to the hatchery, I got to talking to the woman who runs it about excess roosters. She was over run with them and wanted to know what I do with mine. I let her know that we eat them.
         Long story short, I bought two pullets from her and was convinced (easily) to take home a trio of cockerels as well for free.
         Currently the five of them reside in a coop that they are rapidly growing out of. It isn't really cruelly small, it is bigger than most recommendations I've seen for chickens, but I'm used to birds that are free so it doesn't really make me happy. They are getting to about the size that I want to set the young hens out with the 'big flock', as I think they are big enough to defend themselves while they find their pecking order. Also I would really like to have that coop emptied and cleaned, so I can divide the youngsters that we hatched (8 remain now- looks like an even split for cockerels and pullets) into sex segregated groups as well.

         As I looked around at my options, it seemed the only thing preventing me from doing just what I wanted- let the 5 Marans out, and divide the smaller babies between their two coops- was my adult rooster, Tango.

         Tango is a big bird. I don't know his weight, because he won't let me near him. As his spurs grow, I'm more and more inclined to just leave well enough alone. He is the first one in our flock that is 'rumpless' (no tail on him, something he gets from his Araucana heritage, though he is not tufted- which is a trait I don't care for since it can be fatal. (Read more here if you're interested  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Araucana ) The three cockerels I want to release (and grow further before slaughter) are friendly with each other, because they grew up together. They are already flock socialized- which in terms of roosters means that they already have an agreement as to who is in charge. The two submissive roosters will know that all the girls in the flock are off limits to them. They won't crow either from what I've seen. All they do is act like non-sexual beings- help watch for trouble and in return they get to stay and hope something awful happens to rooster #1. This agreement keeps the peace, and gives the flock more than one protector (and potential 'fertilizer'- should something happen to the head roo).

         This is all well and good, but Tango can't stand these little roosters. He spends a good part of every morning walking around their coop, crowing and beating his wings, and trying to find a way in. I'm quite sure if they got out, he would probably go right for them, pulling feathers out of their necks, bashing them with his feet, and literally trying to kill them if they don't head for the hills.

         The logical thing was pretty clear- Tango would have to go into the freezer, right? After all, at least he's a fully grown rooster, which would make for more than a mouthful.  Keeping him would be like picking three green tomatoes just to keep the red one on the vine, as sparing him would cause me to have to keep 3 more confined, or slaughter them too young and wind up with some 'cornish game hen' looking carcasses.

         I talked it up all week, guess I was trying to get the nerve.

"It's not ideal, but surely the logical thing to do."

"We can't afford to get emotional with roosters, let alone chickens."

"They're livestock, not pets after all."

I went on and on about it. Jen sort of agreed, but probably knew I was just trying to convince myself.

         The thing is, we really LIKE Tango. He is really sweet with the hens. When I throw them a bird pecked tomato (or strawberry, blackberry, cucumber or just a snail - these are their favorites), I have never seen him eat one. He gets to them first and starts cooing for the girls. Picking it up and dropping it over and over again, as if to say "Look what I found for you!" He hates to let me give them treats, everything has got to go through him, as far as he's concerned. When I know where he is, I throw them to him first and let him choose who gets to eat it.

         He also is just really observant. I have never been able to snap a picture of him where he isn't watching me at a distance. He is constantly on guard. He'll growl a deep and quiet "groo-roo" whenever a large bird flies over. All the girls stop whatever they are doing and run for the shelter of the arbor or the avocado trees. Even when I'm outside, he tends to follow me around; staying between me and the hens whenever possible. The look in his eye seems to say, "You bring us some good stuff, but I don't trust you." He's probably noticed that when I pick a craigslist rooster or an old hen up and go outside the gate with it, it never comes back.

         On top of all this, he isn't overly aggressive. We've had one in the past who was so protective of the girls that anytime I went out back to get eggs (or anything else really) he would come and smack me on the back of the legs with his feet, then run if I turned around. That was Rusty, and I never let him grow spurs; slaughtered him as soon as they started growing.

         Today, while I had the nerve, I went outside with my .22. I fully intended to shoot him through the head (for simplicity's sake- catching him was going to be a problem).

         I walked up to him, loaded a round in the chamber, and went to lift the rifle to my shoulder- he just looked at me and then did the strangest thing: He walked out towards me, so that he was a between me and the girls and then cocked his head and stared. Yeah, I don't think he knew what was coming, but the fact that he came closer to me to protect the flock in that moment, with what WAS coming- just took the will out of me. I couldn't do it! That's exactly the rooster I want watching over those hens.

         I truly believe that a person who has raised a chicken with kindness, good food, and room to fully express their 'chicken-ness', has no reason to feel bad about taking it's life to eat it. Furthermore, I think it's a decent tribute to his sacrifice to go prepare him as a special meal- maybe raise a glass to him while he's eaten even. In this case though, I think it's another kind of tribute to keep him in the yard for another year and maybe raise a glass to him anyway.

         Anybody know a great recipe for some cornish game hens?


Sunday, June 12, 2011

Building a dinosaur from a chicken | Video on TED.com

"But, a chicken is a dinosaur. It really is. You can't argue with it, because you know, we're the classifiers and we've classified it that way." 

Jack Horner: Building a dinosaur from a chicken | Video on TED.com