Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Put it on the LIST
Dear Diary,
I have never felt so strongly that the day's allotted hours are not enough. The actions and conversations here have spawned so many good ideas/projects and I deflate a bit when I realize how many of these I have already forgotten about. I vote to create a WWOOFer official-blow-the-whistle list of stuffs we should be doing at any and all times. It feels mighty fine that I am in a position wherein I can pick and choose projects and goals that are so diversified; and I look forward to working on banging out the list with my homies on the farm-front.
In other news, the plants are growing (and bolting) faster than we can currently deal, and I hope to be able to get a handle on this before it gets all MacGruber in here.
xo and much harvesting,
Cari B
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Everyone's Atwitter
Dearest Llopis Oven,
You are currently crossing the Atlantic Ocean. We are plotting what we will do with you with much excitement. Here's an idea.
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Love and safe travels,
Cari B
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Chick Shack
One of my favorite things about working on a farm is raising chicks. Everything from setting up the brooder to helping them take their first sips of water to seeing how fast they grow and how quickly they outgrow their first home is both exciting and miraculous. It is always comforting after a long day of hard work on the farm to spend time with the chicks, watching them hop around, jump over each other to reach their food, and cuddle under the heat lamp.
When I arrived at EST at the beginning of March there were about 300 week old chicks living in the basement in a cardboard box. It was a great surprise and in my first few weeks I busied myself feeding them three times a day and cleaning their brooder every few days to keep them dry and prevent their smell from reaching the kitchen. Soon they were figuring out how to jump out of their box and had grown so big that they took up 3/4 of their box. It was clear that they were getting too crowded and would need to be moved.
Oliver and I spent some time deciding which greenhouse they would do best in and then got to work building them a new home. We screwed together a few boards of plywood, put on a plastic roof, and installed a sliding door for easy access. Next we loaded the chicks up into boxes, 100 at a time, and drove them down to their new home as they chirped nervously, not knowing where they were going or what their future held. As we unloaded the chicks their screams of terror were almost unbearable. We knew that they were scared and confused and vowed to monitor the situation. However, by the end of the day they had settled into their new home and were chirping contentedly. The only thing left to do was name their home. After throwing around a few names we decided on the "Chick Shack."
They've been out their now for a few weeks and they are thriving. The've survived many a cold night, started to eat compost, and have practically survived the awkward "teenage years" when their feathers change from yellow to brown. Not too far down the road they will be moved again, this time to live with the rest of the chickens where they will start laying eggs and become productive members of the farm.
Happy Spring!
Peace,
Sarit
When I arrived at EST at the beginning of March there were about 300 week old chicks living in the basement in a cardboard box. It was a great surprise and in my first few weeks I busied myself feeding them three times a day and cleaning their brooder every few days to keep them dry and prevent their smell from reaching the kitchen. Soon they were figuring out how to jump out of their box and had grown so big that they took up 3/4 of their box. It was clear that they were getting too crowded and would need to be moved.
Oliver and I spent some time deciding which greenhouse they would do best in and then got to work building them a new home. We screwed together a few boards of plywood, put on a plastic roof, and installed a sliding door for easy access. Next we loaded the chicks up into boxes, 100 at a time, and drove them down to their new home as they chirped nervously, not knowing where they were going or what their future held. As we unloaded the chicks their screams of terror were almost unbearable. We knew that they were scared and confused and vowed to monitor the situation. However, by the end of the day they had settled into their new home and were chirping contentedly. The only thing left to do was name their home. After throwing around a few names we decided on the "Chick Shack."
They've been out their now for a few weeks and they are thriving. The've survived many a cold night, started to eat compost, and have practically survived the awkward "teenage years" when their feathers change from yellow to brown. Not too far down the road they will be moved again, this time to live with the rest of the chickens where they will start laying eggs and become productive members of the farm.
Happy Spring!
Peace,
Sarit
Friday, February 25, 2011
semantics
semantics debate earth sky time style:
"it's as good as the best baguette you can get anywhere"
not the same as boasting that he made the best baguette
"i'm tied for first place"
says oliver
"it's as good as the best baguette you can get anywhere"
not the same as boasting that he made the best baguette
"i'm tied for first place"
says oliver
it was a damn good baguette
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The Oven
On Tuesday we went to Orchard Hill Bakery in New Hampshire to test out an oven that Oliver and Bonnie want to buy. It's a huge rotating oven from Spain that cooks a lot of bread (or veggie burgers) at one time, and we loaded it up with VT Goldburgers to see how they would fare. The experiment was a success, and the campaign to get the oven is underway!
Mia
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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