I swear to the gods, there has to be a cosmic joke going on.  It can’t possibly be October already.  I need to make a deal with the devil and slow up the passage of time.

Kidding about the devil, of course!

It’s been awhile since I wrote on this blog.  My fault and nobody else’s.  I’m so busy trying to finish a novel, and keep my writing blog going strong, that I simply let this blog sink slowly under the weight of disinterest.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa!


There is no end to the work on an urban farm, or for that matter, for any gardener.

I just finished planting the garlic and spreading mulch over it, and just in time I might add, because I had no sooner planted it and we had our first frost of the year.  For once I timed something correctly.town_642

I still have to clean the garden tools and put them away for the winter. The quail enclosures seem to be critter-proof, so no work necessary there, but I do need to put up some plastic on the south side of one of them to block off the majority of wind and rain coming soon.  The remnants of some tropical typhoon are approaching, so I think my work tomorrow is already decided.

The quail are all fine.  We are thinning out our flock for the winter.  They don’t lay eggs over the winter, so there is no economic sense in feeding so many birds for the next five months.  We’ll butcher off about twenty of them and sell them to people who like game birds for meat, and sell some others to people who like to ground them up for dog or cat food.  Not a particularly lovely thing to write about, but it is the reality of raising so many birds.  Then next spring we’ll buy about six dozen fertilized eggs and we’ll incubate them….and in seventeen days we’ll have a new flock for the spring and summer.


Bev has fantasized about having a brooding chicken which will raise chicks and by golly she found one.  A friend had a brooder, so we got four new chicks and put them in with the hen and she has turned out to be the perfect mother.  For the past two weeks she has taken care of those chicks like they were her own, and Bev is beaming like a new mother.

The chickens will be fine this winter.  They are hardy birds, and as long as they have a waterproof coop that has a little ventilation, they perfectly adapt to winter weather. They have already molted and have their new feathers, so bring on the rain, wind, and snow.  Our ladies are ready for it.town_142

By the way, we choose not to provide artificial light for our chickens, so they don’t lay eggs over the winter and have, in fact, stopped laying eggs for the year. That’s a choice any chicken farmer has to make…provide artificial sunlight and have them lay the entire year, which also shortens their laying-lives, or give them the winter off and prolong their lives.  We choose the latter.


I still have to spread more mulch around the berries and grapes, and I have to plant a cover crop over the garden to add nutrients to the soil before spring, so that will happen this weekend.  The leaves are falling at a pretty good clip now, so I’ll probably just gather up leaves from around the neighborhood and use those for the mulch.

And that’s about it.  Bev works part-time at the local nursery/urban farm supply center, so she comes home with new ideas constantly, and we get a 20% discount on everything there, so that’s a win-win in anyone’s book.


So, how are things on your farm/garden?  Any tips you’d like to share? Thoughts?

Enjoy October, my friend.  The changing leaves, the brisk mornings, it all means slumber for the earth, the precursor to new birth in the spring.

And the wheel goes round and round…..



9 thoughts on “October on the Farm

  1. Reblogged this on Fresh Food Garden and commented:
    I wanted to share this blog with you because it comes from a gardener with a true spirit for the urban farm lifestyle. His story represents what we urban gardeners are experiencing right about now (October). I hope you enjoy his experience and connect it with your own experience and know that we gardeners live a wonderful lifestyle.


  2. That sounds like a *fabulous* job for Bev! She’s inventive and creative, isn’t she? 😀
    And “mea culpa” – Latin for “my fault,” yes? In Spanish it’s “mi culpa” – so close! I love language stuff like that. 🙂
    I like what you’re doing with the chickens, too. I think we all need to get back to the natural rhythms of the earth. Partly for ourselves. Partly to save it. Partly to get in touch with that which is bigger than ourselves.
    Big Bro, can I just tell you what a light you are in my life?
    The past couple of years I haven’t had as much time for writing as I’ve wanted. And always thinking about it and wanting to get back into it more has me questioning things. Alas, I know I’m making a difference, but these 50 hours weeks in which I log 10K – 12K steps running after kiddos is…kind of exhausting. LOL.
    But, I’m resolving to make some changes. 🙂 I hope that someday soon I can be as present as I was a couple years ago. I’m working on it. It’s folks like you that have helped keep my motivation going. You’re pretty awesome. You know this, right? 🙂


  3. Lil Sis, that’s about the nicest thing someone has said to me in a long time. Thank you…sending hugs your way. Pretty awesome? I never thought so. I’m still a work in progress, my talented friend. At best I think I’m a fragile human being who struggles constantly to do the right thing and walk the right path. It’s not always easy but damn, I’m stubborn. LOL

    Yes, the perfect job for Bev and yes, she is creative. As for “mea culpa,” if I recall my Latin days, it means, loosely, “I am sorry,” but I’m sure that has morphed into “my fault” along the way.

    Have a great weekend, nice lady. We are about to get the storm of the decade dumped in our laps tomorrow. Hanging on tight!


  4. Nearly I said that wouldby worthy of envy your bussiness at the urban farming. Visually I have been following you at all the work in the garden, around the critters (but the writing.) You have disarmed me, not giving me a chance to say that I will stand in the gap preventing a deal with the devil, – you were joking only. (You know what I mean.)
    I wish you much strength, success and blessings my friend. Good night.


  5. Thank you, Michael my friend. There won’t be much urban farming this weekend. The weather is far too discouraging for any outside chores….and that’s all right. We all need to take breaks from time to time.

    blessings, my friend, and peace always


  6. I could never have farm animals. They would become pets and I wouldn’t let anyone harm them. I’m better off with flowers and veg. I didn’t know the Pacific Northwest was affected by typhoons.


    1. It doesn’t happen very often, Zulma, but every few years we’ll get the remnants of a typhoon here….and it is an experience I’m glad we limit. 🙂 As for animals, it’s our fault, really. We ended up with more quail than we should have, and we need to thin out the flock or they’ll die during the winter weather anyway. At least our way is faster. 🙂


      1. I see what you mean. I suppose it is the lesser of two evils. No offense intended; just a figure of speech. Hope the weather improves soon.


  7. Oh, none taken, Zulma. We swore we would never butcher our animals, until a particularly nasty winter last year, and they suffered, and then we had a choice to make. 🙂


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