typical kids

I'm in the process of teaching the girls when it it is time for them to go into the coop at night. Boy what a snotty crew! 8pm each evening, I go into the enclosure when the sun is at a specific angle on the horizon, and pick up each one and put her into the coop, shutting the sliding door behind her so she can't dash out and have to be caught again. It's not the most gentle process, but it's necessary. They don't want to go inside, see, and it takes about a week (I hear tell) for them to learn to go in there on their own in the evening.

The two little reds, in particular, go wild. They run laps around me going woowooowoowoowoowoowoowoo, knowing that they're quicker than I am and that it's harder to catch small moving objects than their larger sisters, the australorps. And they start this when I catch the 'lorps, which riles up the buffs so the buffs are doing the same thing, running as quick as their fat plush bodies will allow.

It reminds me of little kids who refuse to go down for a nap, because I can go out to the coop and start the 'nighty-night' routine, where I change the water in the waterer inside, make sure the straw is relatively fresh inside, etc. The girls will be relaxing on their outside perches, eyes closed, and on the bricks around the waterer, eyes closed. Their heads aren't tucked so I know they're not down for the count, but they're slowing down.

Anyway, I go in and tell them it's time for bed and they protest :) *cluck!* NO! I don't want to go to bed! I'm not tired! *cluck!* You can't make me! *cluck!*

The reds act like they had chocolate-frosted sugar bombs which they washed down with espressos. Boing boing boing run run run chirp chirp chirp. And then they go quiet immediately when I finally catch them and stroke their backs before putting them in for the night. Silly.

Last night was no exception. One of the little reds (always the last inside) jumped up on the perch next to the coop door and looked at me, and the door, and me, and the door. Night before last, she jumped onto the ramp and looked at the door, which I opened, and then she tried to make a break for it and I had to grab and shove her inside. Last night I had to grab her from the perch and then put her inside. She knows her sisters are inside and she's outside, and she should probably be inside, too. But she's not quite making the connection that she could go in herself rather than be put there.

knackered, but with pics

I had to call in sick this morning. Which is to say, I slept through part of the alarm, sent a text message at 4:30am explaining I was doing poorly, and then I went back to sleep and woke up at noon. That's baaaad, even for me.

It's very simple. I did too much this weekend, after doing too much during the week after work. And then it was hot as the devil's buttcrack yesterday, which didn't help. So, after digging out and dumping into a pile something like 50 cubic feet of clay (wet clay, damp clay, semi-solid clay), I dumped in a mere 18 cubic feet of planting mix and top soil. Anyone ever tried making dishes with side yard clay? I might have to do that and see if I can fire the things in the wood stove this winter. Either that or I'm making mud bricks with the straw I sweep out of the coop...

I got this fool idea of finally finishing the side yard where I'm planting the hops rhizomes. As you can see, these babies are more than ready to go into the ground after spending a couple weeks bagged up and in the vegetable drawer of the fridge.

And then here are some general veggie pics.

coop pics, sorry about the delay

It's not immediately visible, but there's netting on top of the enclosure, just in case anyone decides to trying any flying stuff and visit neighbors. And, I've since removed the 2x4 scraps and egg carton material from right below the plastic roof, and replaced that with mesh. I had to block up the holes because of local predators initially.
This whole side lifts up on hinges and attaches with chains to hooks up near the roofing material, making it a snap to rake out the overly-poopy straw and litter (we've since knocked it off w/ the corn cob litter, because the girls refuse to accept that it is not food...). And it's big enough for me to crawl in there and fix things or scrap surfaces, etc. One of the smartest things I did, although it goes against what one is supposed to do, is I lined the bottom with contact paper. I was afraid of rotting out the plywood. I'm reading about 'deep litter', and can see why people do it, but I am not sure it's for me. I need to read more before I rip up the contact paper on the floor.

On the right are the nesting boxes. There's three 'nests' in there, divided with plywood scraps, and packed full of straw. Yep, that's a lock. We have some boooooored kids in this neighborhood. Last thing I need is someone hopping the back fence and stealing eggs, or worse, my girls. This picture was taken when the enclosure was being built.

And then here's another pic from the front while the enclosure was being built. That's a polycarbonate window and the girls look out it when they're roosting inside. I'm getting ready to actually mount some wire on the outside, and then install the window on the inside, but it's going to be on hinges and have a rubber seal on it, for flipping down when the temperature drops. There's a window on the back of the structure, too. Hopefully, I'll get the coop painted this week. Red.

they're growing so quickly

whew! and here they are...

The two blondes and their tall raven-feathered sisters are into treats in a big way. This is the second day I've taken out some finely diced patty pan squash. Today they got a quarter of a red bell pepper that was too limp to cook with, along with it. The pan's going to take a beating. I have yet to name these kids. Unfortunately, the rhode island reds are camera shy. It's not easily visible, but they're tucked behind the black australorp to the right. They're definitely the runts of the lot, and at the bottom of the pecking order, but they're very lovable in their own dinosaur chick sort of way. It's a trip, because I was expecting the buff orpingtons to be the picked-on runts. That's what most of the chicken sites I perused opined on the topic of breeds and such.

Anyway, their coop is posh. The perch is a branch from a tree we trimmed in the yard, and I figured out how to install it so it can be removed easily for coop-cleaning, which is to say, so I don't knock my head on it constantly when I go in there to scrape poop off of surfaces.

Here's one where you can actually see the red girls. They slip behind that 2x4 when I open up the hatch to say 'hi' and chit-chat, and to check the level in their waterer. Which is hysterical because they charge me for attention when I open up the door on the left side for access to the water and the feeder.

Any thoughts on names? I was thinking to go with old-fashioned spinster aunt sort of names that I remember from my family's genealogy charts: Maude, Mabel, Myrtle, Edwardina, Theodora, Winifred... And then I got an itch to name them after folkies. Joan and Mimi. Mary and Holly. June and Maybelle. Hmmm.

Oh, and here's a gratuitous shot of Lucy spying and yawning at the same time, when she realized I was going to catch her on film. She probably thinks she looks ferocious.

I'll be watering baby plants on my work table and feel like I'm being watched. Sure enough, this kid's at the door looking out.

It's time for my nap. I'll try to get more pics post tomorrow. These feathered girls are a real adventure. Tomorrow we'll finish the outside enclosure so they'll get recess outside without having to worry about predators. More so I don't have to worry about them running off and being impossible to catch, actually. I saw a neighborhood cat fly like a bat out of hell after going up and sniffing the coop from the side this morning, and hearing a squawk in response :)

sourcing Cistus, and others

This is a plant I always find in 4-inch pots when I'm looking for other perennials. I usually find it when I'm looking for lavenders, for example.

Anyway, there were two local nurseries where I could find Cistus ladanifer as of last month. And now it's nowhere to be found. Nary a purpurea, either. Man...

The local sources for patchouli seem to have dried up as well. Not sure what to make of that, if I should just not try to grow it in my side yard (it would go near the hops), or if I just have to keep looking.

Then there was the elusive Camelia sinensis var. assamica I had a chance to order in March, but didn't.

holy cow, so today is the day!

At around 5pm, I'll be picking out two buff orpingtons, two rhode island reds, and two black australorps, and bringing them home :)

There's still a little to do on the coop, but as long as I can shut the thing so they don't break out and so no varmints get into it, they'll be spending their first night in the wilds of Pittsburg. I was calling the neighborhood Chihuahua Meadows because of all the high-strung barking, but might have to change that to El Camino De Los Gatos, given how many cats there are in a 1 block radius.

Lucy and Daisy have no clue what is going to happen in a few hours. They just know I've been in and out, and that I'm busy getting things ready. For something.

Right now I'm thinking about what to call the little girls. And I'm wondering how quickly I'll find myself in over my head.

Orange Julius sits across the yard from the coop, and surveys it, when I see him in the yard. The first day the base was up, he and one of his girlfriends (luckily, she's been fixed) were sitting under it, just matter-of-fact in a 'we're going to hang out here, so you might as well just find someplace else to work for now' sort of way. Looks like he's been sleeping on the compost again, there was a small cat indentation in the top of the weeds on top of it this morning when I went out there to water plants.

Anway, I hope to be posting pictures and posting about the chicks in the next couple days :)