Now That We’ve Been Properly Introduced

What a busy week!  This is the final countdown to the Bay Friendly Garden Tour.  Amidst all of the work, I’ve had time to think about my Mom in unexpected ways.  Mom was the one who always knew the names of plants and ways to use many of them.  I remember this so vividly from our walks in the woods as a child here in California and her stories about “back home” in Indiana.  I even have a hand written Receipt for Cancer Salve written by a great grandfather framed and on my studio wall.  Her life in rural Indiana was one of folk remedies along with western medicine.

How does this tie in to my own gardening?   I know vegetables very well; I payed attention to this part of my childhood tutoring.  But I’ve never thought much about the value of knowing the names of all of the plants in my yard, let alone what part they play in Mother Nature’s grand scheme of things.  My conversations with people about the non-vegetable plants in our yard have gone something like this.

“I love that plant in your front yard!  What’s it called?”
“Which one?”
(Pointing) “That one on the corner behind the rock.”
“Oh.  That’s the big orange flower thingie that hummingbirds like.”
 

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Plant Search Engine

 

Then there were the times that I wanted to have a picture version of Google.  You know what I mean….you paste the picture of the plant in question in the Search field and Google tells you what it is.

 

 

And I’ve lost count of the times I’ve given our landscape expert and friend a headache by trying to tell her what plant I want.  She rattles off a possible botanical name and I respond something like this:

“You know…
It was the one in the middle of the third row when we went down the second path at the nursery 2 weeks ago.
It’s pointy and pink but not as pointy as the really pointy ones.”
 

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 A whole new world

Part of my “homework” for the tour  has been to make a plant list of ALL OF THE PLANTS IN OUR YARD. . . all of them. . .YIKES!

The time was here. . .I couldn’t put it off any longer.

And, in some moment of craziness, I decided it would be a good idea to label them as attractive to birds, , hummingbirds, bees, or butterflies as well as drought tolerant or edible.  Was I CRAZY????

You’d better believe I’ve put this off as long as possible.  It’s amazing how much time I could spend formatting a label template to use for the individual plant labels.  Being the over-achiever that I am, every plant needed a label.

Plant List

What I discovered was how incredibly interesting these plants really are!  With Google as my new best friend, I started looking up the uses for each plant as it went on the list (both the botanical and common names).  I didn’t know how many of these new plants have wonderful medicinal uses by the people who originally lived on this land (the Ohlone people) as well as edibles I didn’t know about.

Now I can’t wait to check each one out (this has to wait until after the tour) and keep are record of how the plants serve both humans and animals.  Some of our plants provide seed and are consumed by specific birds.  Some provide a safe place for nesting and hiding from predators.  We also have water for drinking and bathing as well as rocks and plant hiding places for frogs, salamanders and other slithery things.

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I have vivid memories of searching for salamanders in my own backyard as a child and can’t wait to share this with our grandson.  I also look forward to sharing this list with you as I learn.

Who knew what a wonderful world would open up the day we decided to move from lawn to San Francisco Bay-Friendly gardening on our own little piece of heaven here in California.

 

Earth Day ~ 2013

A short note for reflection on this Earth Day 2013.

“Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.”
~ John Muir
 

Blessings to you from Linda and Mr. HenSong on this beautiful day from Yosemite National Park.

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The Answer Is Poop

I’ve been fussing for days over this post.  Every time I start, the words don’t flow freely and I sound like a PBS lecture on animal husbandry.  Not to slam those, but this is me….this is a blog…if you wanted to watch a PBS special you would.

So, I’m just going to write as though you’re here at Casa HenSongs with me…sitting in the garden by the lilac and rosemary shrubs while I explain how we got to where we are.  You have questions…I have answers.

Why Do Henny, Blanca, and Buffy Live in a Gated Community?

Answer:  It’s the poop.
 
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Hens poop all the time.  They even poop when they sleep.  After several months of trying the “my backyard is your toilet” idea, we couldn’t stand it anymore.  The dear Peeps follow us around wherever we go….leaving a trail of poop.  When we sit down under the trees in our patio chairs, they join us on an empty chair….and poop.  They also enjoy the Sitting Rocks we’ve place around for humans and Robbie to perch on….but the hens poop on them.  Before we clipped their flight feathers, they could easily fly up on the patio table….where we eat dinner.  The list goes on and nothing was poop-free.

The snail and bug abatement program they initiated included ridding the yard of the host plant (my vegetable and flower beds were a hen buffet of Las Vegas proportions) and all of the eating led to more….pooping.

Those of you who are long time readers will fondly remember the great irrigation system pecking event.  You guessed it…there was also pooping involved.

Irrigation Collage

Since we walk back and forth between the yard and house all day, the idea of tracking this poop into the house and car became horrifying.  The few times one of the hens followed me in to my studio caused a panic of “get that thing outa here before she poops!!!”.

Why Don’t You Grow Food Plants In Your Front Yard?

Answer:  Dogs and cats pee and poop.

 

Victory Garden Collage

I know, I know, replacing your front yard with a vegetable Victory Garden is the “in thing” right now.  When I open a magazine or blog or Facebook page and see a picture of a lovely set of vegetable beds growing a bumper crop of fresh food, the first thing I think of is all of the neighborhood dogs lifting their legs on the pole beans and squatting in thyme ground cover that replaces the lawn.  The free-range cats see those raised beds as the best litter box EVER!  Come on…admit it…you think about that, too, but are just too afraid to say so.

When I was a kid, our neighborhood gang (the good kind….like Leave It To Beaver days) used to walk around with stems of Sour Grass (Oxalis or Wood Sorrel)  hanging out of our mouths all summer.  My Mom was horrified and would yell “Don’t you kids think about how many dogs and cats peed on what you just put in your mouth?”  I guess this made an impression on me.

To Sum Up the Potty Talk

We are very happy to declare our front yard the Wildlife Habitat and Passive Water Cache System, leaving the vegetables and fruit trees behind the first set of gates to the backyard where Robbie, the resident Sheltie, keeps a cat-free zone.

Front Yard CollageHenny and the Peeps have  their beautifully designed piece of land that houses their coop and nesting boxes as well as one vine that they have not stripped free of all leaves – Casa HenSongs is the perfect gated community; keeping them safe from visiting dogs and the few hawks that fly overhead.  It also keeps them safe from whatever we humans track into the yard on our own feet.

Casa HenSongs

 

Stay tuned for more of these chats about the upcoming Bay Friendly Garden Tour.  It’s been nice to have you drop by and sit in the yard with me.

 

Sneezing Our Way to a Bay Friendly Yard

It’s high time I tell you the story of the transformation of our yard from lawn to the drought tolerant, native plant, rain catching, food growing paradise it is today.  For most of its life, our 1940′s bungalow was surrounded by lawn with a shade tree or two, along with several misplaced plants along the foundation (who knew that little pine shrub would grown into a tree…).

Front yard before

We moved into this house in the 1970′s and joined the power lawn tool brigade each weekend as the whole neighborhood fired up the mowers and weed whackers in our collective attempt to keep a green carpet surrounding our lots.  What we didn’t anticipate was two of our family members developing grass pollen allergies of the magnitude that put them in the house with all of the windows closed while nursing runny noses, puffy eyes, and sneezing attacks that sounded like artillery fire – just counting the days until Spring was over.

Time passed, children grew, water rationing came and went, vegetable gardens spawned summer zucchini wars…..when we finally got smart one sneezy day and asked the question:

“Why don’t we get rid of this $#@#%% lawn?”
 

The list for keeping the lawns (both front and back) was short and the benefits for removing them was getting longer and longer.

The garden fairies heard our plea for just the right person to help us make this transition and, one magical day, Suzanne Dupont came into our lives.  Her style of landscape design has everything to do with talking and seeing how we use our property.  She watched us walk around the yards and even had our Sheltie run around the backyard to see where he liked to go.  She conceived a plan that left room for the dog to chase squirrels along the fence, the grand kid to play croquet, and us to sit and sip our wine.  Then, she gently suggested we make the most use of the sun we have to grow edibles and consider native plants, water collection, taking care of what we put into the ground and being aware that what runs off our yard ends up in the San Francisco Bay, then ultimately in the ocean.

Over the next series of posts, I’ll take you through our design process, the things that worked, and the things that we’ve changed because they didn’t work.  Henny and the Peeps are waiting anxiously to tell you all of the details about their care and feeding, too.

I’ll leave you with a collage of how the front yard transformation started.

 front yard Collage

 

Joyful, Joyful

Spring fever hit hard today.  The sun is out, the air is warm, birds are singing and flowers are blooming.  As I let the Girls out of the coop this morning, I found myself humming a song from my childhood – many a piano practice included this piece.  It’s a combination of music from one of my favorite composers, Ludwig van Beethoven, and the lyrics from an early 1900s hymnist, Henry J. van Dyke.   Beethoven’s Ode to Joy, the final movement of his last Symphony No. 9 set to perfect words of gratitude.  I invite you to join me in on a walk through my music roots as they sing to me into Spring.

Hearts Unfold Like Flowers Before Thee…

What is it about the first flowers of Spring? Many would argue that we in the San Francisco Bay Area of California don’t know what seasons are about.  I beg to differ.  I think that it’s the bursting forth of new life and blossoms, no matter where one lives, that opens all of our hearts to song hope and joy.

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Singing Bird and Flowing Fountain Call Us To Rejoice….

You know how I feel about the addition of Blanca to our brood.  She’s the first hen we’ve had who excels in the art of Hen Song.  What a fortuitous coincidence that we picked HenSongs as the name for our community of Peeps.

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This is the first year I’ve been able to snap a picture of the birds of Spring in our front yard critter fountain.  My good friend, Cindy (the consummate birder), told me that it’s a Lesser finch coming into his mating feathers.

How Spring-like is that!

Fountain with Bird

Wellspring of the Joy of Living…

There’s nothing like this time of year to remind me that there is Joy in living.  This is especially important to remember when life hands us lemons, the world seems to be going to hell in a handbasket (I love using that phrase!), or our own section of the earth or life is wrapped in darkness.

Watch a dog and his boy….our own resident Sheltie Robbie and grandson are masters of soaking up the warmth of the sun and living in the moment.  Give yourself a moment of basking and allow yourself to feel joy.

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Mortals Join the Happy Chorus…

Planning our first garden tour really has us moving. We are out in the garden much earlier and working more intentionally than ever.  I am so grateful to be reconnecting with the dirt in a way that the busyness of life has not allowed in years past.

Consider this post to be  the Introduction To The Story of How Our Urban Garden Came To Be.  I hope you will join me as I journal this adventure from where we started to how we’ve developed this passion for sustainable gardening and backyard chickens.

Joyful Music Leads Us Sunward….

I’ll leave you now with the music that inspired this post.  Whatever your spiritual path and wherever you are on your journey, I hope this piece from Sister Act 2 fills your heart with joy as it does mine.

Happy Spring to All!

 

 

 

 

Spring Is In The Air

Egg production has been on hiatus for the Winter – that’s just what chickens do. It makes me more grateful for the first signs of Spring when I see the first eggs. Henny is back at work, laying her extra large brown eggs (overachiever!) and the Peeps (Buffy and Blanca) are coming into their own in the egg department.

The first egg from a hen feels like a baby’s first steps and their hen songs like their first words.

I was able to carefully peek into the nest today and snap a picture of Buffy with her second egg.  If you look really closely you, too, can see Buffy and her egg.

Buffy and Egg

 

I think this should go into her baby book, don’t you?

 

Egg Day

Henny hovers around the hen house door waiting her turn.  Blanca has taken the lead solo in the egg-laying opera, singing out a gentle song as Henny and Buffy are in the nest.  She launches into a full Alleluia chorus as Buffy exits the nest and walks down the ramp.

I wonder if Buffy with sing her a song as Blanca begins laying. All in all, it makes my heart swell with pride for these girls.

Levi’s Coops

Greetings readers.

We have a guest blogger today.  I first met Levi when I read his blog post about hypnotizing a chicken.  Henny and Penny thought he was a pretty great kid when they won the Stinky Link contest on his mom’s blog because he thought the picture of Penny’s butt bath deserved the prize.  It made perfect sense to ask Levi to write a guest blog about the best chicken coop a chicken could have.

Note:  Levi did his research well and provided links to the coop sources. The Credits are at the bottom of this post.
 

So, with no further adieu…in memory of Penny the Hen….I give you Levi and his magnificent idea for the best coop ever!

 

 

Hi I am Levi. My mom is Janel who has the blog NellieBellie.

 

 

This is my 3rd post now. I was asked to guest post and I came up with some ideas for a crazy chicken coop.

I am doing the guest post because Penny the chicken died and if she was still alive she should have a cool chicken coop and these are some of the pictures that I found for ideas.

Coops of the World

From Homestead Revival and The Art of Doing Stuff.

Fore!!!!

This one looks like something from a mini golf course. If I were a chicken I would play mini golf all day!

From Decorology

Bacon &…..

This one has a crazy name. I don’t really understand why they called it Omlet.

Oh wait…I understand. Because of the chickens. Eggs turn into omelets.

huh.

Note from Linda…This is Penny’s Eglu coop from Omlet!

Chicken Fingers!

I think this one looks like a flattened hollow piano.

Maybe some chickens have fingers and can become a pianist.

Pianist is a really, really weird word.

From Dezeen

Boing…Boing

I have no idea what the people who made this were thinking. But, this looks really fun to be a chicken.

From Homestead Survival

 

Saving the Best for Last

Those are some of the crazy chicken coops I found. And Penny deserves to have one of these crazy chicken coops. Or..MINE! She should have MY chicken coop because it will be funny and a good chicken coop.

Let me tell you why…

First of all, obviously, it’s going to need some hay on the floor and for the nests.

Second – shelves for the nests to rest on.

Third – it will need nests. Made out of silk, of course.

Fourth – a roof. With solar panels for the t.v. That will always be on the animal channel.

Fifth – chickens. Of course, for Penny is a chicken.

Sixth – sound proof walls. So the chickens don’t go crazy and the people outside don’t have to hear the t.v. which will be on animal planet.

Seventh – stilts for the coop to rest on . They will be holding up boxing gloves so the chickens can punch on the stilts and become boxing champions. Why the stilts? So it can hold it up from floods. Because they have a pool. And it rains into the pool and floods it.

Eighth – a floor. Covered in bubble wrap. So, the chickens will go crazy stepping on it. Bubble wrap can get rid of stress because you can step on it rather then stepping on people’s heads. It’s good for chickens to get rid of stress because they have to poop eggs and that is probably painful.

Ninth – a window. So they can see the outside world. And it gives them light.

Tenth – something to soothe the chickens. Like an automatic massager, or a hot tub.

Eleventh – whoopee cushions for every nest. So when the chicken lays on it you hear a flbfbfblflblfblflblflblflb.

Twelfth – a bounce house. For the chickens to bounce to their nests.

Thirteenth – a slide. So all the chickens can go down from the shelves.

Fourteenth – a beak cleaner. So after they eat their food they can brush their beaks.

Fifteenth – an automatic disco ball. And robots shoot out of the disco ball and do the chicken dance. Happy chickens lay happier eggs.

Sixteenth, and most important. An automatic poop cleaner. When the whoopee cushions go off they create a chemical that traces the scent of poop and dissolves it. Instant poop cleaner! It actually only works when they are sleeping, or laying eggs.

 
 I have no idea how to end this. So, let’s just say…bye!!
 

Credits

The Coops you’ve seen, in order of their appearance:

R.I.P. Penny

Not the happiest day at Casa HenSongs.  After such a fun post yesterday telling the tale of the lucky egg, we woke up to a very sick hen this morning.  No question at all…Penny was in distress so off to the vet we went.  I’ve gotta give the biggest shout out to the love of a man who has been doctor to these hens since they arrived a year and a half ago.  But he had to report back that Penny had a growth that was not going to go away and was making her very ill.

This part of chicken keeping just sucks….there’s no other way to say it.

Penny, you will be missed and we will take good care of Henny while we look for a couple of new girls for her to boss around.

Egg-stra Special and Fall in the Garden

Fall has finally arrived to the San Francisco Bay Area.  It seems as though Mother Nature just flip the switch between Summer and Autumn without the usual slow transition.  We’ve now had our first rain (seen live on the Giant’s game that won them a spot in this year’s World Series…go Giants!).  It was just in time for our garden.  The perennials and native plants were starting to complain and remind me that “drought tolerant” didn’t mean “withhold all water”.

Fall Vegetables

Replacing Summer tomatoes and beans are peas (two different varieties), kale, chard, lettuces, and celery.  We’ll see how well the greens do.  Aphids have found the Kale and some sort of leaf destroyer is boring through the chard leaves, but we’ll see if they win.

Today I found a great garden surprise, a couple of Yukon Gold potato plants have sprouted from last year’s planting.  I love it when that happens.

What the Cluck?

But the biggest news is from Casa Hensongs.  One of the girls has started laying eggs that are shaped more like a bullet or capsule than an egg.

Mr. HenSong and I Googled our way through all of the posts from backyard chicken sites to university extension information and found out that this strange new egg is really not abnormal.  Eggs can come in different shapes as well as sizes and colors (apparently the “color” is applied as the last step in the egg production pipeline before it’s laid).

Still not satisfied (even though both Henny and Penny look normal as ever), I called our Vet.  He gave me the best information EVER.

We don’t see these different shapes in the store bought cartons because people expect an egg to look a certain way.  The eggs of a different shape are culled out for other uses.

The really cool thing is that, in some cultures, this unusual shape of egg is considered

GOOD LUCK!

While we aren’t going to go crazy in the stock market, we are going assume that the next seven years will be filled with joy and bounty.

Thanks Henny or Penny….whichever of you are laying these beauties.

Spa Day

Henny and Penny had gotten pretty darn grungy in the “caboose” area.  From what I read, it’s just the way it goes with fluffy butt hens.  We could either give them a feather trim or bathe them. Seriously???  Bathe a chicken?!

Believe it or not, I even found You Tube videos about bathing chickens!  Most are recorded by 4H kids preparing their hens for show at the Fair so it’s not as weird as it first sounds.  One can’t take a poopy hen to the Fair!

Preparing the Bath

After reading up and figuring that, if nothing else, we’d give friends and family something really good to write about in their holiday letters (under the My Weird Relatives paragraph)…Mr. Hensongs and I decided that yesterday was bath day.

So we gathered together the supplies.

  1. A wash tub with lukewarm water
  2. Mild soap (I used our favorite Peppermint and Tea Tree Oil EO Soap; my go-to soap when I want something clean and fresh)
  3. A rinse tub filled with lukewarm water
  4. Towels
  5. Hair Dryer

Prepared for the worst, I put on a massive apron and gloves (figured the protective glasses and rubber boots would be overkill, even for me)

Method

Important!  Never ever scrub a hen’s feathers…they will break.  Gently stroke in the direction they grow.

Mr. Hensongs grabbed a hen and eased her into the sudsy water – butt first.  We waited for the frantic screeching and flapping of wings.  Nothing…not even a peep….she just stood there in the warm water.

I went about the job of gently rubbing the offensive feather area and washing between her toes.

Out of the wash and into the rinse…same reaction…..gently pumped her up and down to rinse out any soap

Out of the water to drip off as much as possible, then covered with a towel to soak up additional moisture.  One happy hen just sitting there in our arms.

Off she went onto the lawn and the procedure was repeated with hen number 2.

We tried the hair dryer set on cool to get some of the water out, but since it was warm out it didn’t seem necessary.

One thing we will do next time is to get a kiddie gate to corral of the lawn for the drying time. That way Henny and Penny will stay out of the dirt while they’re wet – it’s so much better than yelling “N0!  Get outa there!”

The Results

I really meant to take pictures, perhaps even do a video blog, but it was such a non-event.

Here are the happy, clean hens