Recently I asked my mother if she remembered the record player we had under the dash of the family car when I was little. The car was a fifty something model with two tone paint in turquoise and white. The record player hung from the bottom side of the dash centered above the hump. We would stack 45 RPM records on the center turnstile shaft and they would automatically drop down as each record finished.
Mom did remember this and I was glad. Some people thought I had made it up. Mom said it would skip when we hit bumps too hard on our dirt road. It was one of 3 RCA prototypes at the time and since my dad was a model maker for RCA, we got to try it out. It was taken out of our car when the better model was lost in the mail on its’ way to an electronics show out in Ohio and RCA needed something for the show.
My dad brought other goodies home to try as well. More later.
It is not technically winter yet but it sure feels like it. The skies are gray, it is cold and damp, and the wood stove is feeling really good. The chickens are not laying as well as they were this summer. We are only getting 12-15 eggs per day out of 21 hens. This is better than they were doing while I was away at my mothers’ for 2 weeks though. They missed me so much they dropped to just 7-8 eggs per day.
New Hens to Lay in Spring
Come March, the new batch of hens will start laying and we will be swamped with eggs. There are 25 Golden Comet, about 12 Buff Orpingtons, and 10 Aracaunas growing fast out in the barn under Mama Lightbulbs. I need to sell off about 15 of them soon because 4 dozen eggs a day will be way too many to deal with. They won’t even fit in the fridge.
Young Rooster
To help grow the babies good and healthy, I have started sprouting my own organic wheat and barley to feed them greens during these short days. We have an outside run with grass in it but the world is a scary place when you are a little bitty. A friend helped me get set up to grow the sprouts using pairs of nested plastic tubs, with the upper tub having drilled drainage holes.
2 Week Old Sprouts and New Ones Soaking
I pour a cup and a half of grain in the upper tub and pour water over it to cover and let it soak overnight. Each morning, I drain off the old water, pour a little fresh water over the top, letting it drain into the lower tub, allowing some to stay in the bottom portion.
Sprout Trays in Basement
I have a plant shelf set up in the basement by the sliding glass doors (facing east) and they seem to get plenty of light. It is not a warm room but the sprouts are starting to show within 2 days and can be started and fed to the chickens in staggered batches during the following 2 weeks, with progressively more green showing on top each day.
3 Day Barley Sprouts
I carry the tubs out to the barn and lift the matted sprouts out and into the chickens feed pans.
First Feed Trays
At first, the baby chickens were too CHICKEN to go near the scary sprouts but once they saw the older (very scary) hens gobble it up, they got brave enough to eat the sprouts too. Chickens can be so ridiculous when they first encounter something new. Once one gets it though, it is all over. They love their greens now.
Roosters to Eat
The 25 Barred Rock and 12 Buff roosters will be ready to butcher in about 3 weeks. I aim for them to be 12-16 weeks old, taking the biggest first, and doing about 6 at a time. We will be eating and freezing a lot of chicken. I do not pluck feathers but skin them instead. It is easier and faster. I also bone most of the pieces and boil them down into broth for soup.
I like to marinate chicken pieces in a mixture of Balsamic vinegar, Soy sauce, Worstershire sauce, and Jerk Seasoning for a few hours and then slow cook it in the oven at 325 degrees for 1 ½ -2 hours in a covered dish. So far our chicken has been tender and juicy fixed this way. Sometimes I mix the marinade in with the meat in a vacuum freezer bag and freeze it to cook later.
You might think it is hard to grow and then eat your own chicken, but I figure it is only fair. If I am going to eat meat, I should be able to raise it and kill it myself. I know they each have a good life in the meantime.
A gardening client asked me to build her a flagstone patio this July to help prevent her three Cairn Terriers and a Chihuahua from carrying mud into the house. Sixteen little paws were doing a number on their lawn and the grass refused to survive.
I had just finished laying a flagstone walkway for another woman and seemed to be on a rock and roll. I taught my grandson how to lay stone on the last job and this time I was going to teach the handyman.
The first step was to lay out and measure the site so we could order materials. We needed one pallet of flagstone to cover 220 square feet, 3 tons of fine drainage gravel 4 inches deep, a 40 foot x 6 foot roll of heavy weed barrier cloth, 10 forty# bags of pea gravel to fill the joints, and one gallon of Gravel Lok to seal the gravel in place.
I suggested using the polymer to seal the joints so no loose pebbles would hurt bare feet or paws and no weeds will grow in the cracks.
Gravel Lok Joint Details
We went looking for the right pallet of rock at landscape nurseries and a brick and rock layers yard. I would have preferred 1 1/2 – 2 inch thick slabs but we ended up with 1+ inch pieces. The thicker pieces are stronger and handle weight better with less potential for cracking. With a good base they should be fine, especially since there be no equipment driving over them.
Leveling the site using flat shovels and then tapering the grade away from the house was time consuming. We started with a level taped to a 2×4 and progressed to a line level on crisscrossing strings. This step is important to keep rainwater from flooding the basement.
Once we were satisfied with the grade we shoveled in 3 inches of the fine gravel. This provides drainage as well as a solid base for the flat rocks. We rented a gasoline powered tamper to settle it all in and prevent air pockets. The layer of landscape fabric was laid on top and held down with the last inch of gravel. A thunderstorm rolled in and the whole area got covered with 6 ml plastic, held down with rocks along the edges.
The slabs of rock had to be laid on edge in the yard so the size and shape of each one was visible. Look at the space, look at the rocks, look at the space, measure, pick the most suitable. One edge was straight, up against a raised concrete pad, so the straightest pieces went there. There were a good many big pieces with a nice curved edge and they went for the outside edges. Then we filled the middle, chipping off some difficult angles as needed. It is like putting together a giant jigsaw puzzle, except it takes two people to move each rock.
We leveled each rock (slightly down hill), dropping them on their cushion of fine gravel, picking them up to check for air pockets, resetting them…Adjusted each to lay flush with it’s neighbor, reset it…Stomped on them and tried to rock them. Reset them…It is tedious work down on your knees but satisfying when you finally get it right.
Once all the rocks were laid in, I vacuumed out the loose gravel between the stones so that the pea gravel would fill the entire gap between each one. Then I washed the pea gravel a bag at a time by swishing it around with water in the wheelbarrow and scooping it up with a plastic sieve and spreading it out on landscape fabric to drain and dry. It was hot in the afternoons so it dried fast.
Draining the Pea Gravel
The next step was to mix in the liquid GravelLok with the pea gravel in a plastic mortar pan and start troweling it in the joints. After the first batch I decided to lay painters tape on all the edges to keep the polymer from dripping on the rocks and then having to quickly wipe it off with Acetone. It was much cleaner and faster with the tape.
Painters Tape on Rock Edges
The gravel mixture was pressed in to each joint and it solidified quickly. You can sweep or blow off the patio and hose it off without worrying about dislodging the joint material, which is quite nice.
Finished Patio
I think the project turned out well and the dogs love it too.
I have finally decided to give up on ever becoming a decent beekeeper. I have taken numerous classes, tried various methods, spent all kinds of money on equipment, food and new queens, and I am now officially done.
Some people find caring for bees to be relaxing. I am not one of those people. Stress is not something I handle well and the bees have done nothing but stress me out. I am tired of feeling guilty for not being a better beekeeper. I was always wondering if I was doing the right thing at the proper time. When I asked other beekeepers, I got conflicting answers. I hate feeling incompetent.
I had wanted to keep bees so I could supply myself and maybe a few friends with good healthy honey and enjoy the benefits of their pollination as well. It turned out I could not do that organically because of the mites and beetles that attack them. I tried. This year I managed to get all six hives almost through the winter, and then lost three to Nosema disease, just before Spring arrived.
Heavy Lifting
I had to re-queen one of the hives in May and was still hopeful that they would be able to make me some honey. Then one of them swarmed and I had to re-queen another hive. It all seems kind of pointless when the queens can’t even seem to survive. I gave them each a deep body full of honey that the three dead hives had made, thinking that would enable them to draw new comb for a honey super. I think it worked, but three deep boxes are too high and heavy and hard work to move when I needed to check them.
My Hot Bee Suit
The idea of having to suit up and go out there in the summer heat again was beginning to weigh on my mind. Plus I got stung a few times and each time the swelling seemed worse. Then we set up our swimming pool and the bees decided to take it over as their private water source. They could have continued getting their water at the water garden, or in the bucket I provided right next to the hives, but no. It is hard to enjoy cooling off in the pool when you are being harassed by honeybees flying at your head.
Bees Anyone?
I thought about donating everything to the Wounded Warriors Project, which helps Veterans get set up with beekeeping, but the tax deduction would not be worth much. I messaged a fellow beekeeper family who has had good luck with their bees and they offered to take the whole shebang and give me a better deal. It is a super good deal for them because they were already able to split my three hives into five today, and amazingly enough, one super is full of honey. Tonight, they are coming back to pick up all the hives and take them to their new home.
The Bees New Family-It Takes Three
It is such a relief to find people who know what they are doing to want to take these bees. Plus they will give me some honey back, which makes me happy.
Room For New Projects
It is ridiculous how much space my beekeeping equipment had been taken up in the garage. Summer feeders, winter feeders, honey supers, extra hive bodies, screened bottom boards, and hive beetle traps were all stacked up in my pottery studio area. I would rather have the space to make pots and now I do.
Goodbye bees, goodbye stress. Hello to more time for fun and maybe even some relaxing projects.
Wendy lee, writing at Edgewisewoods, Gardens and Critters
