Reconnecting with nature and community in the inner city.
We are slowly extending our garden into the unused corners of the garden. The chickens have helped us weed the driveway and the little girls next door helped me plant out a second nature strip garden. I found a lovely Easter reciped for baked eggs in Delicious Magazine and it was lovely to be able to use our own eggs and roquette, but not our own fetta…yet. Hehe, I don’t think I’ll be able to get a goat just yet.
Sunflowers germinated in toilet rolls, Dylan made a hot compost, our first tomatoes have shown their shiny sheres and the beans are twining and flowering. The Chookheads as usual are up to no good and gobbling everything in sight. They have set a new record for demolishing an entire bed of Bok Choy in under an hour. They pay their way in delicious eggs though, never been late on a payment.
These are the photos I took on Christmas Day, a very random assortment. I was busy finishing Dylan’s present in the corner of the garden with the chickens keeping me company. After the traditional Christmas Family Breakfast we went to the Botanic Gardens to celebrate my birthday. I hadn’t seen the “volcano” before and the little crutches for the cacti made me think of Dali. Dylan shed his shoes just in time to stand on sharp rocks.
Three haughty Isa Browns now call our garden their home, Beven calls them ‘Tasty’ ‘Chicken’ and ‘Nuggets’… I do not. Dylan went all out on their weathboard chook tractor – the perfect size to fit over our veggie beds (when those guys aren’t causing mischief free ranging!). These happy hens christened the tractor almost immediately with this lovely brown egg.
