Thursday, May 28, 2009

What's growing today

Friday, May 15, 2009

If you build it....they will come

I know. But I couldn't help it. I found the dude who has the plans to my oh so cute chicken coop and now I'm going to share him....

The site, is an excellent place to snoop around and learn a bit more about raising chickens in you backyard.

Mine are already named; Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

When my sisters and I were little kids, we had a bad pet kitty incident that ended when kitty climbed the posh curtains in our living room. My father peeled kitty off the valance, well above his head, and calmly announced that she would be "happier on the farm." And so she went. As consolation, the three daughters got three goldfish, which we promptly named; Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. How very P.K. So those are my chicken names. Bastian wants a chicken, too. His will be called Fred. Kind of reminds me of this guy I used to know named Mark. He had an older brother named Matthew, a younger brother named Luke, and years after the three were born, the fourth brother came along. He was named Greg. Sometimes Moms get tired.

I know it's still against the rules to have chickens in town, but I have faith in the chicken folks who are pushing to make it happen. They are screening the documentary film, "Mad City Chickens" on June 28th. Location TBD.

I'll start construction later this summer and the lucky four (Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego and Fred) will be clucking and pecking in their super cute coop by this time next year.
Now check this out; Louis Armstrong sings Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


Spring does funny things to my ambition level. I have one month to make the yard perfect, coax all the summer flowers into full bloom, dress my family for the wedding (and myself. I'm on my third try), put together an asparagus class (Finally. June 12. New Pioneer COOP. Hooray!) I'm also logging 3 miles a day on the treadmill at the Y (that's a secret. i sneak in and sneak out and if they don't know I'm doing it, they can't keep me from it with their high maintenance tendencies. they being the family.) And just today, I made this deal with myself; I will buy the very cool green yoga pants, but I have to add some yoga to my day. Why? Oh why the over achievement? Because it isn't cold outside anymore and I've come out of hibernation with a new attitude. I know. I'm even annoying myself...


Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Chickens need a house, too.

And this is the chicken coop that will soon be in our backyard. The little girls are So Excited. This time next year, we'll have three awkward adolescent clucking wonders pecking around their new home.

For more information about the chicken movement in Madison, check out

Here are a few really dumb reasons that people are trying to oppose the Cedar Rapids chicken movement.

Avian Flu



Hatred towards Happiness

I can't do anything about that last one, but avian flu doesn't hit small flocks (certainly not a flock of three), no one in their right mind would try to keep a rooster in town and they are the noisy ones, and a chicken can't make more of a smell than a dog. Which brings me to the next thing on my list. If I can't have three chickens in my yard as pets, then I also shouldn't be able to have three large, barking, pooping, maniac dogs as pets. Hmmm.....

I don't think the complainers will show up to complain out loud. They just make anonymous comments here and there on The Gazette website. Chickens.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

here, the charlie doesn't creep. it sprints.

Well, the garden is growing. My pepper plants are two inches tall, the tomato seedlings are nestled snug in my dirt-bed, and the basil has started to show tiny green signs of life. I should be lounging in my outdoor living room sipping green tea and enjoying the peace and quiet. But no. I'm picking creeping charlie out of my coreopsis moonbeam. I'm pulling creeping charlie off of the borders of my front garden. I'm throwing armload after armload of creeping charlie in the yardy in an attempt to remove it from the premises. Today, I filled the fire pit with it. But then I couldn't find the lighter fluid. Probably better. I was pissed, so who knows what would have ended up on fire. Oops. There goes the porch swing.

Anyway, 11 years of chemical free lawn has its disadvantages. Last years creeping charlie put the world out to its out of town relatives that our place is very friendly and they've all immigrated. Seriously. I wish it was edible.

OK, I'm headed back out to pull some more weeds.