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Days of Wine and Chickens

This is a great day. Any day I get dirt all over my body is a great day. I love to garden. I even love tending my chickens. So, today is my first day to begin planting my garden – one I haven’t had for over 2 years now, ever since our house fire that pretty much sunk us in every respect, not the least of which is financially. But I digress…

I’m thinking about posting “Ode to Spring” things, but I can’t wait to get out there and get my hands and face dirty. For over 2 years my chickens have had their way with my garden—ate all my rhubarb, asparagus and artichokes—things I had grown for years, and things they told me at Western Farm Supply they wouldn’t touch. They even ate remnants of catnip and ALL my horseradish, although it took them 2 years to do the latter. I don’t think any of them could ever carry a disease—it’s been burned out of them.

They’ve given me a bumper crop of colorful eggs I trade at the local Farmer’s Market, for veggies and veggie/flower starts. Okay, fruit, and organic sheep sausage, English pot pies, fresh fruit turnovers, hot sauces, lemon and orange-flavored olive oil (try using it in your favorite corn bread recipe and they’ll never figured out how you did it) and occasionally cheeses and fresh crab. I’ve also traded for wind chimes that drive my brother crazy (he hates noise) tablecloths and cutting boards.

So my beautiful soil, with all the chicken poop and sawdust shavings from 2 years of henhouse cleanout, the virgin soil every gardener loves, rich with compost, and free of a single weed, rototilled to perfection (it was my valentine’s present from my hubby) is ready for my touch. I am orgasmic! So, if you don’t hear from me for awhile, I’m in the garden, caked with mud. Entertaining my chickens.

Oh, and here’s a little secret I’ve learned about chickens, lest you think I am a Pied Piper or witch or something. They line up for certain things. One of them is $1.00 loaves of bread from Bimbo Bakery. God bless Bimbo.

This Post Has 5 Comments

  1. Hi Sharon,
    The best garden my husband ever had was in Kenwood where the soil was nitrogen enriched from years of former residents' burning trash. Our elderly next-door neighbor was incredibly jealous of Jim's success.
    Here's to chicken poop…may your veggies hasten forth!

  2. Poop indeed! Now if I can just keep said chickens out of the yard (they are more than curious) I will actually be able to grow those veggies. They managed to fly over the fence and ate everything I planted today. LOL.

    Don and I are rolling out the wire tomorrow morning.

  3. Me too. And after I planted that first batch, a very crafty chicken learned how to get over the top and ate them. We wired up the fence and I replanted, and sure enough, yesterday she had another salad with my peas and cabbage and broccoli. LOL. My husband thinks I should just clip her wings or put her on a leash…

    But I'm dying for fresh tomatoes and lettuce, and sugar peas!

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