06 August 2011

About the Gardens

Farm implements from the Jamestown Settlement.

On a recent trip to Kentucky, our friend PJ complained that there was too much "animal stuff" and too little "garden stuff" on this blog. Frankly, as a writer of these wee posts, animals do more interesting things with greater frequency than do corn plants. Weather occasionally trumps both. That said, I suppose we should tell you all a little about the characteristics of our gardens.

Technically, I suppose, there are four. Our Walled Garden is just that, an area roughly 50' square off the back of the house enclosed by a high block wall, thoughtfully rough stuccoed, and more or less white in color. Inside, there are a large number of flowering bushes grown too large for their situation, four dwarf peaches, a nearly-standard size apple tree, and a similarly sized peach tree. The soil is heavy, mainly comprised of re-purposed pond muck, and very damp at times. Thus far, we haven't decided what to do with the space as it has spent two summers as a doggy day care for Mr. Rufus and friends, who tore it to pieces. This year we've let it go wild.... yes, there will be hell to pay for letting the weeds come up when we do rehab the space... we have gorgeous volunteer thistles, sunflowers, hostas (unmolested by racing canines,) and the occasional "proper flower" to enjoy. The place is a terrible mess but until we can commit ourselves to taking out a whole lot of beautiful plants it's not very useable even when kept nice and tidy. The chickens find this garden a delightful source of bugs and seeds, for which we are most grateful.

Outside the walk-out basement is the Upper Garden, comprised of established, mostly super-dwarf, fruit trees and a number of cedar raised beds we put in our first summer. These raised beds have turned out to be more trouble than pleasure and, as Mrs. Fuzzy's prodigious project list allows, everything will come out. The ground will be smoothed and the space will be returned to a lovely, flat, lawn with a very large, easily maintained, stone planter hosting potentially unruly medicinal plants (comfrey, mugwort...) and a small (150 gallon) water feature for water lilies and papyrus plants. This will greatly improve the basement "viewshed."

The"Lower Garden," also known as Mrs. Fuzzy's garden, is comprised of six 47' rows three feet wide divided into five beds each. These range in length between three and fifteen feet long (most being either five or eight feet) with a nominal 12" walking space between them. As the soil here lacks any native organic matter the management of this area this year is mainly for soil improvement. Yes, folks, that's right, Mrs. Fuzzy has grown 423 square feet of oats, 282 square feet of field peas, and 141 square feet of inedible radishes solely for the benefit of the soil. (and about 300 square feet will remain in these things for a while.) Another row has been largely set aside for composting purposes until the walking onion bulbs are replanted in half of that row. The old onion row will then be heavily mulched with fresh chicken litter (to kill off the weeds) and turned to compost for a year as the soil is especially poor after spending a year in cultivation. (Who knew onions were so greedy... or our soil so delicate?!) The whole garden is heavily mulched in straw and ancient hay to suppress weeds whilst enriching the soil and preserving moisture. Narrow and broad leaf plantain are allowed to grow in the beds as wild helpers.

"Edible" plantings in this garden were put in for fresh eating, future production, and experimental insight. They are as follows: Six tomatoes of 3 varieties inter-planted with marigolds and a cucumber plant. A 3' x 4' planting of Country Gentleman corn into a collapsed compost bed. Three zucchini and another cucumber planted into the adjacent pile have already been destroyed by the squash bugs. Corn is not a good a protective companion. Another planting of mystery corn labeled "NC NDN" is 3 rows x 5 rows at 2 canes per hole. Four plants each of three kinds of hot peppers... some doing markedly better than others. Four basil plants, divided, are doing well while all our sunflowers and two of three dill plants have been consumed by "tree thorn hoppers." The unapppy plants were set out alone and the happy ones in combination with dissimilar things. Two volunteer potato plants seem to be very happy. Mexican hyssop, rue, lemon balm, and marjoram have been put in at the ends of rows as perennial herbs. The northernmost row contains two each of red and purple raspberries (planted with the rue), a bed awaiting asparagus transplants, and a 15' strawberry bed just went in this week.

The "Far Garden" is Mr. Fuzzy's vegetable domain. Located out in the hay field, where the soil offers different benefits than in the Lower Garden, it is roughly 100' long with up to eight single width rows. Because it must be watered by truck, this growing area is only suitable to vegetation that can thrive in drought conditions such as gourds, tobacco and some Southwestern corn varieties. This year, the garden has been experimentally divided into rows and into four "Cherokee Style" circular Three Sisters garden patches. Mr. Fuzzy will have to tell you the particulars of his intentions but I can relate that, while I have gone over to a "no-till" philosophy after fighting the tiller, himself has continued with the idea of using it out there. It certainly did a grand number on the weeds that grew up where the beans failed to germinate. (Everyone around here had bean issues this year.) Because of the summer drought, now 9 weeks without significant rainfall, there is little likelihood of a good harvest out there, although the surviving Silver Queen corn is tasseling very nicely.

01 August 2011

hot and dry








Alas, this summer seems to be a near carbon-copy of last summer. Stinking hot (OK, this summer is hotter than last) and no significant rainfall in nearly six weeks. Like last year, the splendid spring showers simply ceased the week the hay was mown. There are plenty of water bearing clouds in the sky which drop their loads on surrounding counties but just not in Floyd county. That said, tiny, ephemeral sun showers lasting five to fifteen minutes have appeared and the electronic rain gauge measures their contributions at less than 5/100ths of an inch. In the last seven weeks, Stratheden has received under an inch and a half of rain, a mere pittance. The weather forecast for today is 0% chance of rain and yet there was a dense fog this morning.

No local gardens have survived unless they have been watered. Mr. Fuzzy trucks water to the big garden every other day; thirty minutes after soaking the plants, the surface of the ground is dry already. The corn is stunted and not producing ears; the sunflowers are about 2/3 of normal size. The only apparent success stories are the Hale's Muskmelon and the Moon & Stars Watermelon, both of which are blooming well and setting fruit.


Alas, the insects have invaded the already stressed plants - three of the four squash plants are killed and now they have found the melon plants. Mr. Fuzzy picks them off with an eight inch long haemostat which goes places his fingers will not. Yesterday a female mantis was spotted - hopefully she is very hungry.

29 July 2011

Mechanical arts

The venerable and normally ultra-reliable Ford 1710 tractor ate its water pump a few weeks ago. After much head-scratching and adequate procrastination, Mr. Fuzzy bit the bullet and removed the offending appendage on Tuesday. Right on time, UPS delivered the replacement pump at 3:35. A Ford pump would have cost $365 -or- an OEM pump at $102. Is that a no-brainer? The real difference between the two: the Ford part is Ford blue and the OEM pump is left metal-bright.







The engine itself is a three cylinder diesel made in Japan (Shibaura) and is amazingly economical with fuel. Producing 23.5 HP, it can easily pull a double plow through the heavy clay of Floyd County.



On Wednesday, Mr. Fuzzy mounted the new part and except for a leak or two where the old hose clamps were dodgy, all went back together smoothly - thank goodness. It must be said that Ford designed the radiator assembly to be easily unmounted, a necessity for working on the fan/water pump.




The engine block minus the water pump, radiator and assorted water hoses---







Mr. Fuzzy's father, a fine man throughout, was however, mechanically challenged by the simple turn-crew. Thankfully in his teenage years, during the era of street rods and hot rods (not to mention rat finks), youthful Mr. Fuzzy (yes, there was such a time, when dinosaurs still roamed the earth) learned about engines and their performance from Roland Story and Paul Ezell, two of the finest drag racers in the state of Kentucky during the earliest years of said sport. In addition to being true native mechanical geniuses, they were kind, wonderful men. Their instruction hath saved Mr. Fuzzy from many an unscrupulous mechanic and allowed him, when facilities and tools were present, to perform many engineering acts on his cars and trucks. Thank you most kindly, good sirs, for those summers of patient tutelage many spare parts ago.





new water pump (shiny!) in place, at work-

14 July 2011

full bloom





Apologies for the dearth of postings, dearest loyal readers, but there just hasn't been much going on at the farm - this has been the "dog days of summer." There is a superb daylily farm only a couple of miles away and the plants we purchased a year ago have established themselves nicely and are in their finest form right now. I submit them (and one geranium) for your approval.







N.B.: Mr. Fuzzy's Kentucky hometown was the hottest place in America yesterday with a heat index reading of 123 yesterday. The Fuzzies are content to dwell in the Blue Ridge mountains rather than the Ohio Valley, oh yes indeed, they are...



02 July 2011

Obituary for Salvadora Sebright






Salvadora Sebright
26 April 2010- 2 July 2011














Salvadora was hatched on May 26th, 2010, at the Murray McMurray Hatchery in Webster City, Iowa. When she was a day old, she came to live at Stratheden Farm. Salvadora was a perfect example of a Sebright bantam chicken and then some - she was the only curious, smart, responsive to humans chicken Mr. Fuzzy has ever seen. If the shop door was open, even if the chop saw was whaling away at wood, she would come in and sit to watch what was going on. She was a strong flyer, unlike most chickens, and would effortlessly hop up on Mr. Fuzzy's hand or Mrs. Fuzzy's shoulder for some attention.

Sebrights have the reputation of being poor mothers but Sal was far and away the Best Mother in the entire coop. She raised Cheepers from a day old and both was affectionate with him and taught him well. At the time she was killed, she was incubating nine eggs (hers and other hens'). She was at a tremendous disadvantage in a nesting box on eggs, totally unable to maneuver, however, the spread of her feathers outside indicated she put up a valiant fight when dragged from the coop.

She was a truly game bird and not intimidated by much. When an eagle roosted in a tree in front of the shop, the Roosters drove the hens and smaller roosters underneath the shop while they (three large Dominiques) stood in the open, almost wing to wing, loudly challenging the eagle. The only other bird that stood with them was tiny Salvadora.

Early on Saturday morning, July 2nd, a raccoon forced open the door on the chicken coop, attacking the hens on eggs in their nesting boxes as well as all the flightless, frizzled, bantams. Perishing with our little girl in the attack were two roosters, Guido and Horace the Hopeful, and hens Blackie, Squeaky (on eggs for a third try,) and Curly.

She leaves behind her stepson, Cheepers, who began crowing this very day.

Two large Cochin hens were also attacked but were not seriously harmed.

Mr. Fuzzy and his friend, Mr. Ruger, hope to greet that raccoon tonight when it comes back for the wee pile of half incubated eggs that it left on Sal's nest. Mrs. Fuzzy has left them as bait outside of the coop door...


Salvadora's empty nesting box

22 June 2011

Grover


Some of you readers don't know us animals so i thought I'd introduce you to my big brother. That's him. He's bigger than me. He enjoys napping, stealing prey from other cats, waking everyone up at the butt crack of dawn, eating (lots) and getting his head washed by his mommy.

He wouldn't admit it but he's a big fat wussy boy. thankfully, he doesn't stay up late enough to catch me writing this and he never, ever, reads the computer so he'll never know. K?

Cool. I'm chuffed we're on the same page here.

So, I uess you also want to know where he fits in to the family... he's my adoptive bro. he had this really scrappy mama that the pound didn't think was "safe around humans" so they took him and his sister away and gave them to my mama, MamaCat, to raise. He's like glue with her. We all came to the "Fuzzy's" house umpteen years ago with my other real sibs but only us two were COOL enough to stay. People daddy didn't want our mommy to be "put down" (whatever that is- I hear it's REALLY BAD.) so she stayed too.

20 June 2011

The Doctor is In

Well, good golly it's been a long time since i got on this infernal thing! i forgot how warm and cozy it can be. Mmmmmmmmmm

It is nice, dear reader, to see that People Mama has had the courage to put a more than decient banner on the blog for once. I liked the snow one but it's not as good as this banner. I mean, LOOK at me! I am so handsome there, heading out to hunt mice and vole and wildebeest.

I stopped writing, dearest reader, because Mama grounded me for being too direct with Miss Annie, Mr. Fred, and Miss Girlie about my feelings. Stoopid MAMA! She can be soooo mean some times about how us cats work things out.

And we HAVE worked things out.

Really.

Fred and I are TIGHT these days. Even Grover likes him now. We pal around and always sleep together in the afternoons when he's around. (Sometimes he goes off for a few days but I'm not allowed to reveal where. pbttht!) he's so cool, he even lets me clean his ears if i want. being a doctor, i know how important it is to maintaining good health. And, really, folks, a cat cannot do a respectable job on the inside by himself. Anyone with a good mother knows this to be true. unfortunately, Fred had a crappy mom who never did that for him so it took a while for him to realize the wisdom of my offers.

Girlie and I have a truce. I ignore her and she ignores me. I sleep on the bed and she has her tower. Only Fred ever gets on that tower. I saw Jack get up there one day and he looked like he'd breached Forth Knox and didn't know what to do with himself. (So he jumped down before anyone could tell on him.)

Annie is still a "little princess." SEE MAMA? I'm *still* controlling my tongue and not calling her the B-word even though you call that stupid mean mama chicken by that word. HUH? HUH? How come *I* can't use that word and YOU can? [Editor's note: I'm the boss and you've got a potty mouth, that's why.] Anyway, I'm practicing being nice to her but she won't play with me. I try to greet her and she hisses and growls, though it's getting better now that I "don't participate" in her "issues." I can lay in my spot on the bed and she can lay in her tower beside it and we can artfully ignore each other. No growling or nothin' Grover is still a p**** though. He gets on the bed and walks across EVERYBODY and threatens to chase Annie so she growls at him still. MamaCat also hasn't learned to "not participate" but she's got kitty PTSD so I think People Mama should go easy on her.

At any rate, Miss Annie isn't home half the time so it doesn't matter what we think of each other. the other day, though, she didn't mind too much when I jumped up beside her to eat some kibbles.... Maybe she secretly loves me?

Anyway, I wanted you to know that even though all you've heard about lately is rain and plants and chickens that us cats are here and doing fine. Daddy didn't mention all the mice we've been catching since the field got cut. It's been GREAT! Man, we catch a mouse a day each if we decide to put half a mind to it. Heck even RUFUS has been catching mice.

Oh, and the chicks, we're cool. Fred is in charge of chick-cat relations and he says they aren't the edible kind so there's nothing to think about with them. besides, they spend most of their time in a cage. :(