Dropstone Farms

It’s been a while since I’ve updated y’all on account of my professional life has been more interesting than I’d like lately and, well, it’s September, there’s vegetables everywhere. So some updates:

I found some neat little things to hold down floating row cover. They come in packages of six for $6 or three-hundred for $50. Oscar feels that I bought too many of them.

Oscar Regards the holdy-downy thingees with suspicion.

I am continuing to add to what I call Compost Island.

See? Piles of compost.

Here is my latest pile of grass and chickenshit and, in a maudlin touch, two bouquets of flowers. It’s already cooking around 125 degrees.

It rots using the magic of chickenshit!

Then I dug a hole to expand the chicken coop. Lauren helped some but, as the brains of this operation, she lost patience with the shovel and pickax pretty quickly. To rub salt in the wound, our neighbors demolished their chicken barn with the help of one of our other neighbors who, you know, owns an excavator. Heavy equipment is really something else.

It really doesn

Prior to digging the hole I had to clear a mess of brush. Oddly, it turns out that ferns have incredibly well-developed root systems.

My brush pile. Let me show you it.

Then I made a bold technological innovation. Instead of making multiple trips to feed the ducks and the chickens I realized that I could implement the Galvanized Pail® method wherein you fill a bucket with feed and carry it to multiple bird enclosures. I know what you’re thinking, but this is just the sort of out of the box thinking it takes to succeed in small-scale agriculture.

The chickens are distrustful.

Distrustful chicken wonders if the pail is edible.

And I’m working on a hooky hanging thing for hats and the like.

I made it. FROM METAL!

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