Here is a photo essay (?) documenting the life of our sunflower. Yeah, I’m a hippie now, deal with it.
LEARNING ABOUT SQUASH BLOSSOMS THE HARD WAY
Yesterday, after a shit day at work, I was really feeling serene when I snipped some squash blossoms from the garden and collected my one daily egg from the coop. What a life. I can’t figure out a way to refrigerate the flowers without having them wilt within a few hours, so I decided to eat them right away. Upstairs, while I rinsed them, one blossom gave me a sharp vibrating buzz when i...
FACING MY FEAR OF CHICKEN FEET
I haven’t mentioned it yet, because I’m trying to focus on feeling like a grown-up farmer and putting the past behind me, but: I’ve always been afraid of birds. Ever since Herbert the Duck chased me away from his pond angrily when I was a kid, ever since Hitchcock, ever since I went to Venice and saw tourists pour bird-feed onto their daughter’s head so they could take...
OUR FIRST EGG HAS DROPPED!
Farmer Tei left for tour Tuesday (with Baryshnikov, who is acting in a crazy Russian play which requires many suitcases full of wires and projectors and bing bongs and noodles)—but enough about Tei, the poor guy just missed a very big day at Peebottle: our first egg. My dopamine spiker went through the roof when I opened the door to the nesting boxes yesterday evening to find a lovely brown egg...