We all know where our eggs come from right?
With all of the publicity about how the nation's egg layers really live, I am definitely going to keep my girls around! I'm not sure what has happened as far as a mass clean up at the large scale chicken farms, but I'm guessing there is still much to do. The heart of the matter is that you just can't keep 300,000 chickens in one location and not have dire consequences. Here's a reminder of the salmonella scare of 2010, take a look at this?
If you're thinking of keeping chickens, you aren't alone. Phoenix Permaculture Guild is having their 2nd annual Tour de Coops on December 4th, from 7:30am to 4:30pm . This is a great opportunity to take a first hand look at chickens, coops and the interesting people that have chosen to take egg matters into their own hands.
For those wondering if a few chickens would fit nicely in that empty corner in their backyard, Backyard Chickens .com is a great resource for more information.
My husband and I have been gardening for many years, not so much for the food security, but for the beauty, satisfaction, and peace that gardening and growing things bring you. We started small, a couple of tomatoes, a few zucchini, and lots of flowers. It didn't really matter how much we harvested. We really didn't eat from our garden. We didn't know how. The lettuce was always a little bitter . The tomatoes always had holes in them and there was a Safeway just down the street. The important thing was that we were having fun. We loved working together with our children beside us. There is something comforting about watching your kids play in the dirt or happily run down the brick paths with nowhere to go. Our garden was the center of the earth ,we were firmly planted there and that was all that mattered. A couple of years ago, something important started to take place. A shift began to take shape, not only to us , but to our communities. The meaning of food began to change. Where the food came from, what was in it and how it nourishes us. Perhaps the connection between what we eat and how we feel finally began to set in. For us, it was time to get serious. It was time to eat from our garden.
" I am a mad gardener. I mutter and rant, and at night I shake dry seeds out of my unruly mane of hair. The garden is in my bones, in my gut, and in my hands. "
Wendy Johnson , Gardening at the Dragons Gate
Inch by inch, row by row Gonna make this garden grow Gonna mulch it deep and low Gonna make it furtile ground
Inch by inch, row by row Please bless these seeds I sow Please keep them safe below 'Till the rain comes tumbling down
Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones We are made of dreams and bones Need a place to call my own 'Cause the time is close at hand
Grain for grain, sun and rain Find my way in nature's chain Tune my body and my brain To the music of the land
Plant your rows straight and long Season them with prayer and song Mother Earth will make you strong If you give her love and care An old crow watches hungrily from his perch on younder tree In my garden I'm as free as that feathered bird up there