Eggs, eggs, and more eggs

It’s the time of year where we don’t really have a lot going on outside, and things have been at a lull inside, too.

The ladies don’t seem to mind the falling snow. #hens #chickens #growingtoground

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In the autumn, we turn on a light for our chickens to keep them laying awhile longer. At the winter solstice, we shut the light off to give them a break until spring naturally gets them all wound up again. We’ve typically been getting between 5-6 eggs everyday from our six hens, but this week our count is down. We have gotten 30 eggs so far this year, or a little under four eggs a day. That’s okay, though. I know how I felt when I finally stopped nursing: relieved because I was so worn out – and sad, too. Luckily these ladies will be back to making delicious, deep-orange-yolked, thick-shelled eggs for me very soon. I’m not sure if they enjoy it as much as I do.

Went to grab the #eggs and Buffy gave me an evil eye. #growingtoground #chickens #hens

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Next week I am hoping to also get some sprouts going to add to salads and fried eggs (yum!). I’m going to count that as indoor gardening. 🙂

January 1 – January 8: Harvest Count

  • 30 eggs

Year To Date Total

  • 30 eggs (Phew, that was easy. No math involved.)

Garden View: It’s Winter

View on January 6, 2016

View on January 6, 2016

We are two weeks into winter, and the snow has finally fallen in Minnesota. My raised beds were sadly neglected a bit in the fall and didn’t quite receive their cleanup. Tarragon pokes its long, slender branches up from the snow as does countless wonderberry stems – which are veritably trunks. Even a few tomato vines linger amongst the beds. In other places, snow-covered straw blankets cloves of garlic (or garlic teeth or toes, depending on what language you are using), strawberries, grapes, and a plethora of herbs.  In the foreground, we see hosta stems and other garden detritus. They make good places for small birds to perch, when they pass through on their way to better weather and better feeding grounds. Midfield we’ve got my thinking rock. Spring through fall, I find a perfect rear-end shaped hollow, cozy down, and parse the garden notebook for the intricate plans I’ve surely doodled, drawn, and scrawled into place.

This week I’ve gathered my seed catalogs into one place for I will soon start going through them in order to piece together which ones I need to order and start in the coming weeks. I also moved the wire shelving into the dining room; it has the best light for new plants. Soon I’ll be cleaning out all my seedling trays and carefully placing soil and seeds into them. I anxiously await the vernal equinox and its promise of hope. In Minnesota, it’ll be months yet before the snow actually clears, but I can get started indoors and (im)patiently wait.

It’s coming.

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