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Recycling

The Christmas tree came down today. We are always loathe to see it go, but yesterday’s warm temperatures made us feel the time had come. The treasured ornaments so happily unwrapped last month are packed away. The unadorned tree is lying outside—until I cut off the branches to strew around the flower garden—an object of curiosity for the chickens.

Reducing waste is high on our priority list: we try to reuse or recycle as much as possible. Our kitchen scraps go in the compost (or to the chickens), and any paper, plastic and glass we haven’t repurposed gets distributed religiously in the town’s bins, or taken to Whole Foods (which has bins for just about everything the town recycling doesn’t take). The process requires a little effort for great results. Perhaps if everyone visited a landfill they might feel the same…the mountains of waste are unpleasant and disturbing. I remember a story that made national headlines (in 1987) of a barge loaded with garbage that left New York and travelled down—and then back up—the East coast, until the trash was finally incinerated in Brooklyn. No state wanted it. The story made people stop and think about garbage, some for the first time. Recently I sat on a city bus, watching a woman dropping unwanted parts of her newspaper in a trash bin. New York now has permanent recycling bins placed around the city for paper, plastic and glass, so just a little thought on her part would have made a difference.

In Rhode Island, recyclables must make up 35 percent of the waste that towns send to the state’s landfill, or the disposal rates are higher, and town tax rates go up. So there is a strong financial incentive. For us, using our Christmas tree to protect the flowers, or turning our scraps into compost has its own tangible rewards.

http://www.recyclenow.com/why_recycling_matters/why_it_matters/index.html

Chickens and politics

The chickens ended their four-day sit-in. They must have seen from their windows that the snow was gone, because the second I opened their sliding door, they raced out…and have spent the day happily pecking in the mud.

Our lovely snow was short-lived. Yesterday it got so warm that by nightfall a thick fog moved in; I had to drive home in it, and I couldn’t see 20 feet ahead. Regular landmarks looked completely different. Even our house, with the lights glowing warmly from the windows, seemed alien. It’s a relief to dispel those surreal moments with a bright sunny day.

Politics seems surreal regardless of weather conditions. A friend posted on Facebook an article in which Rick Santorum complained that he wasn’t responsible for correcting the woman who stated outrageous untruths about President Obama: that he is a Muslim (which shouldn’t matter, but does, and is simply not true), and that he isn’t “legally” the president). http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/politics/2012/01/santorum-says-its-not-his-job-to-correct-a-woman-on-obamas-religion/?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=twitter

In my friend’s post, he called Santorum a “shameful American.” I agree, and think that anyone who wants to be president should set the bar for honesty and decency even higher than the rest of us. But that doesn’t let the rest of us off the hook. The ignorance, hatred, and small-mindedness that flourish in politics should be replaced by intelligent, civil, and open-minded discourse. Surely that’s a reasonable expectation.

Tenacity

It snowed again last night, and today was beautiful. Unlike Tuesday, it stayed cold enough to keep the snow from melting.

The chickens didn’t like this snow any better. Just as they’d done earlier in the week, they stopped short on their ramp, looked around, and beat a retreat inside, complaining loudly.

Turning around

Retreat

We refilled their food and water, going in and out of the coop. One of the Dominiques (Maria) hopped out after us. Koa had stationed herself right outside the door, and was blocking Maria’s exit. Not to be deterred, Maria flew over Koa’s head, landing in the snow. She then began to pick her way, carefully, over snow-covered logs and rocks, and back to her new nesting spot. Later that morning we saw her plowing her way back through the snow, to the coop (it was slow going, and it looked like she was wearing snowshoes). Cherisse checked the rock pile and found another egg.

The other chickens refused to go out all day, but were vocal in their discontent. More snow is expected tonight, so perhaps they will finally decide to follow Maria out tomorrow. If not, it will be a noisy day.

Another cache

When the chickens were released this morning, most ran or flew to the birdfeeder—their first stop every morning. All but our wandering Dominique, Maria, who walked briskly and purposefully away from the others. She’s the chicken who stayed out all night on two occasions, and who laid her eggs in a rock wall for a few days, so I was curious and followed her.

Maria passed a big stack of logs, and then hopped up a pile of large rocks that had been excavated when our septic system was installed. I climbed after her and saw her nestle in a cavity between two large rocks.

Twice I checked back but she was still sitting on her nest. At last I saw all three Dominiques together, and went to look again. I expected a couple of eggs, but to my astonishment, there were nine!

Now we will have to find a way to encourage her to return to the nesting boxes. This latest location is a bit dangerous—we’re pretty sure creatures live in the rock pile, and it is so isolated from the other chickens, she seems vulnerable. I am impressed, however, with her independence and ingenuity!

Harbinger of change

Most gardeners will attest to the pleasure of perusing seed catalogs in January…especially on a cold, blustery day like today.

There are many great seed catalogs, like Johnny’s Selected Seeds, which has lovely four-color photos, great descriptions, and innovative tools. However, I’ve ordered from Fedco Seeds these past few years, enjoying the black-and-white newsprint catalog interspersed with quotes, drawings and interesting bits of information (there are color pictures on their website, so you can see what the plants actually look like). One of my favorite parts of the catalog is the editorializing by the founder of Fedco Seeds (and longtime advocate for seed propagation), CR Lawn.

The 2012 catalog discusses climate change (with some helpful planning suggestions, given the reality of a longer growing season, as well as a warning about its dangers). And it mentions Fedco’s decision to join a lawsuit against Monsanto: David vs. Goliath—hopefully with the same outcome.

If you aren’t familiar with Monsanto, it is a huge company which produces herbicides, like Roundup®, as well as genetically engineered seeds (although I just learned from the Fedco catalog that this term is not completely accurate; the precise word is “transgenic”). Many of these seeds (created for most major crops, such as corn, soybean, wheat, canola, cotton, sugar beets, among others) are Roundup Ready®, which means they’re “tolerant” to Roundup®. You can kill your weeds with the herbicide while leaving your crops unaffected. As far as we know.

These seeds are patented, and it is illegal to save them, which is significant for many reasons. Seed saving is integral to farming; farmers and gardeners save seeds from the most desirable plants: those which produce well, are hardy, taste delicious. These seeds are often passed down through generations. This practice allows us to maintain the diversity critical to the health of our food system, and enables people in developing countries to grow the food they need to survive. Monsanto has persecuted farmers whose crops inadvertently became tainted with Monsanto seed—nature sometimes distributes seed without regard to property boundaries.

Protection from prosecution for inadvertent contamination is at the heart of the suit that Fedco joined. CR Lawn says: “If we win on the issues of applicability and enforceability of the patents in cases of unwanted genetic drift, none of the 83 co-plaintiffs will ever be sued for adventitious presence, and it will set a precedent that applies to all other in a similar fix.”

One expects seed catalogs to provide a glimmer of hope in the bleak midwinter. Fedco Seeds offers revolution.

The following are some links for further information, including a riveting in-depth piece called “Monsanto’s Harvest of Fear” which ran in Vanity Fair  May 2008. Also, an excellent article that explains the impact of patented seeds on poor African farmers.

http://www.vanityfair.com/politics/features/2008/05/monsanto200805

http://www.africanexecutive.com/modules/magazine/articles.php?article=766

http://www.slowfoodusa.org/index.php/slow_food/blog_post/organic_farmers_v_monsanto/

http://www.pubpat.org/monsanto-seed-patents.htm

http://www.fedcoseeds.com/

Chicken protest

The chickens refused to go out today. The little door that releases them to the outside pen is opened from inside the coop; you can watch it (and the chickens leaving the coop) through a full-sized door, which is covered by wire mesh. When I opened their door this morning, the chickens stepped onto the ramp as usual; but today the ones in front screeched to a halt, looked at the snow everywhere, and then backed up. The chicken mob then pressed up against the wire mesh door, looking at me and complaining loudly. I’m not sure what they wanted me to do.

They have been in snow before, after the Halloween snowstorm. Either they forgot, or they disliked this snow in particular (it was very slushy today…the beauty of last night’s snowfall was fleeting). I tried to lure them out with kitchen scraps, but they just watched from the ramp. Finally one Dominique did come out but she did her best to avoid the snow, hopping onto the logs we have in their outside pen.

To further emphasize their protest, they only laid three eggs today…one of the lowest counts yet (they are averaging about five a day now).

We expect rain tonight which should clear the snow away, and sunny skies tomorrow will make the chickens happy. I’m still waiting for a really good snow.

Snow!

Despite the Halloween snowstorm, this winter has been pretty mild. Not so this morning; our thermometer read 6 degrees at 8 a.m., and by 2 p.m. it had climbed only to 13. Even Koa, who lies on the kitchen steps regardless of temperature, decided it was too cold for her. Rebecca, seeing the sunshine, repeatedly insisted on going out, only to immediately press her face against the glass door to be let back in, returning to her place by the woodstove.

Like Koa, the chickens have seemed impervious to the cold until now. At night they fluff up their feathers, almost doubling their size and insulating their bodies with built-in down. Today Cherisse noticed that they kept drawing a foot into their feathers for a bit, alternating their feet to warm them.

(This reminded Cherisse of the muffs the football players were wearing last night…I kept wondering what the “fanny packs” were, until Tom Brady put his hands in one.) Only Featherfoot appeared comfortable today—finally his feathered feet make sense.

The river has more water than usual this time of year, especially after the downpour we had last Thursday. Usually, the water flows beneath a layer of ice and snow, but the warmer temperatures and heavy volume have kept it moving briskly. Today there was finally a thick crust of ice along the sides. 

By tomorrow, however, the temperatures will rise again. The freezing and thawing isn’t good for the garden—perennials can get pushed up in the heaving, or their roots can become exposed. I noticed a bit of green from the hyacinth bulbs…I’m hoping they go back into hibernation until spring. Last winter snow blanketed the gardens for the entire season, providing a protective insulation. This year I need to intervene. I plan to cut up our Christmas tree (when we finally take it down) and spread the boughs over the garden. There won’t be enough to cover sufficiently, so some day when the leaves are not frozen in clumps I would be smart to rake those over the garden as well. And then maybe we’ll finally get snow.

The uninvited guests

Today was an unexpected day. We’d planned to go to a Saturday morning Pilates class, and then the Providence farmer’s market. However, a late start caused us to switch gears, and instead, we went to the Mt. Hope farmer’s market in Bristol with the dogs; Mt. Hope Farm has a lovely walk we’d been wanting to take them on.

Cherisse and I hadn’t been to this market since its opening day a couple of months ago, and we were happy to see that it was still drawing good crowds. Cathleen, who lives much closer, met us there with Tanner and Kitty, and so we all had a nice walk; despite the freezing temperature, Koa went for a swim.

I wouldn’t dream of inviting myself to a meal at anyone’s house—except for my sister’s. Cherisse had planned to go on to Cathleen’s to pick up something, while I was heading home. But by then I was hungry, and so I might have prompted Cathleen to offer lunch. Next thing, we were all sitting around the dining room table with Cheryl, while Cathleen set out delicious pea soup, cheese and crackers, a salad and cider. As often happens in that house, time passed easily. It’s been a pleasant day.

Chickens can and can’t

Every December, alumni from RISD (Rhode Island School of Design) sell their handcrafted wares at a holiday fair. My sister and I love to go, and we usually find many treasures—for ourselves as well as the people on our lists. One year we discovered an artist, Sam Ackerman, who’d written an incredibly funny cartoon book on what cat’s can, and can’t, do. The captions rely on the wonderful illustrations. One of my favorites is rather macabre: “Cat’s can’t be coal miners” and the image is of an empty bird cage and dead cats with miners hats and lights. Most of the cartoons aren’t as gruesome, but they are as clever. http://samscats.com/

It occurred to me that chickens, while not nearly as complex as cats, also lend themselves to “can” and “can’t” scenarios. Here are a few:

Chickens can run.

Chickens can’t draw.

Chickens can handle inclement weather.

Chickens can’t share.

Chickens can keep track of time.

Chickens can fly.

Chickens can’t plant vegetables.

Chickens can elect leaders.

Chickens can’t cook.

Chickens can protest.

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