Welcome back to our farm!
I was reading a blog post and watching a video from The Elliott Homestead yesterday. Fascinating! Not only fascinating but very, very well done. Seriously well-done. The Elliotts are a young couple who are doing it right on their homestead/farm in Eastern Washington. Now that doesn’t mean they haven’t made mistakes, and it doesn’t mean they won’t make mistakes in the future. Anyone who has tried homesteading or urban farming will tell you that mistakes are just part of the game we play. Still, the Elliotts are devoted to the homesteading lifestyle, and they beautifully embody the spirit of the movement.
Check them out!
AND WHILE CHECKING THINGS OUT . . .
Check out The Farmstead here in Olympia. This is a personal plug of sorts, because The Farmstead is run by our son, Matt, and his wife, Rachel, a goat farm of sorts where cheeses and yogurts are made, and pigs roam, and peacocks strut, and it is, once again, a great example of the “natural movement” so prevalent in this part of the country.
BACK TO OUR URBAN FARM
That sums up our greatest obstacle/adversary this year.
We had the rainiest October on record. November was no dry walk in the park either. Thanksgiving Day was absolutely miserable, and the animals kept looking at me like I had control over it all, which I assure you, I did not.
Did I mention it was miserable weather? LOL
But we move on, and moving on means preparing for the spring.
ONE WORD OF CLARIFICATION ABOUT OLYMPIA AND RAIN
Contrary to public opinion, Olympia really does not get as much rain as most people think. Many cities on the East Coast get more annual rainfall than Olympia. We perpetuate the myth about rainfall to keep people from California and Arizona from moving here permanently.
What gardeners and urban farmers need to be aware of, however, is the fact that, on average, Olympia only gets 85 days of sunshine each year. Yes, I said 85 days. The other 280 days are cloudy, so one has to be aware of that when choosing which vegetables, berries, and fruit trees to plant.
I’m all ready to dive into worm-raising. All I have to do is buy my first pound of red wigglers and my first thousand mealworms and then sit back and let them do their thing, and their thing should include great worm tea and even greater worm castings, both of which mean wonderful fertilizer for the garden next year and hopefully some supplemental income at Farmer’s Markets. It also means a continual supply of treats for the chickens, and I can assure you they will be very happy about that treat.
Crossing my fingers!
Have you given any thought to raising worms?
It’s pretty darned simple.
You can raise about 100 of them in a 15-gallon plastic tote. There are only a few basic things to remember when preparing the worm home: plenty of holes for air-circulation, moist bedding, and a constant supply of food scraps and other organic matter for them to eat. Put some sort of mesh over the holes you drill so they won’t escape, and keep them in a cool, dark place. That’s really all there is to is. I’ll be raising ours in the garage for the constant temperature environment, and hopefully, in another month or two at the most, I’ll have a success story to share with you.
About fifteen minutes of care per week is all it takes!
If you are interested, take a look at this video.
We’ve been selling off our flock for the winter. We are down to about fifty now with another thirty to sell. Then we’ll buy new fertilized eggs in February, incubate them, and have layers by April when the quail start laying eggs again, just in time for the Farmer’s Market.
And it all begins again!
In the meantime, the operative phrase here is “stay dry.”
Tough night last night. Bev and I both forgot to lock one of the chicken coops, and we were awakened by my son at 1:30, him telling us that three raccoons were currently wreaking havoc in the backyard. Sure enough, we lost three chickens from the one coop. We did manage to find the other two from that coop, hiding off in the far corner of the yard.
A day earlier we saw a coyote on our block, broad daylight, middle of the afternoon, he was just trotting down the sidewalk seemingly without a care in the world.
Anyway, a word to the wise: Be extra vigilant.
One of the newest babies (from a litter of five) is sick and lethargic. She is currently sitting on my lap as I type this. Another word to the wise, anyone thinking of raising animals: your heart will be broken on occasion.
Now there’s a hated word if there ever was one.
I don’t know a farmer who doesn’t have trouble with rats. If you feed your farm animals outside then rats will appear. It is inevitable, and it is annoying at best. Feeding animals is expensive enough without feeding an army of rats too.
I tried being reasonable with them. I tried capturing them in a humane way, but that didn’t work. Now I’ve simply declared war on them. I don’t like poisons but there really are very few options left, so the poison went out last week, cleverly disguised in some “out-of-date” meat we had. It took a few days but the rat population is now under control . . . for now.
I’ll talk to you again before Christmas. Thanks for taking the time to visit us.