The Good Life


We’ve become addicts to a British tv series called The Good Life. (When it was brought to the US they changed the name to Good Neighbors). You can watch it instantly on Netflix, or you can piece the episodes together on YouTube.

The premise of the show is: There’s a couple that lives in a fancy suburb of London. He is a designer for a plastic company, who wants more meaning from life after he turns 40. He and his wife decide to try to become self-sufficient, but don’t want to leave their home. So they embark on adventures in urban farming – complete with chickens, a goat, etc.

What’s so amazing about the show is that it was made in 1975 and yet is so relevant to what is going on today. It’s well written and hilariously funny. Get past the first episode where they are setting up the premise of the show and I think you will become addicted too.

Rubble for soil

A couple of months ago I took a class at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden on making a rain garden. You can see my post here. The teacher told us about different soil types (sandy, clay, etc.) and said that in Brooklyn you often have “rubble”. What the??? Well, they build and tear down a lot of buildings here and that leads to a lot of rubble. And if you’ve seen some of the construction here, you won’t be surprised that a lot of it isn’t disposed of properly.

Turns out I have sandy rubble soil. Every time it rains, and often even when it doesn’t I have big pieces of glass or pottery come to the surface of my yard. If it wasn’t so annoying with a kid and chickens, it would be kind of interesting archaelogically. I found a soda pull tab this summer. When did they stop making those? I’ve found a coin for a porno booth (at least that is what I think it is because it had pretty racy imagery on it). But the latest thing to erupt to the surface of my yard was this:

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Holy guacamole! I totally freaked out. I saw this on the way to the chicken coop right before it was time to leave for the Berkshires last week. I asked Neil to come to the garden and tried to get Lindsay inside, but she didn’t want to go. I didn’t really want to alert her to the teeth (that I thought were human) sticking out of the ground. We ended up going away and hoping that our neighbor, who was chicken sitting wouldn’t find them and call the police. “Yes, I think my neighbors are burying bodies in their back garden.” Actually, a Gotti supposedly lived in this building, but I think mafia dons are like dogs and don’t want to dirty their own dens. He would probably bury his enemies in someone else’s yard I’m guessing.

So when we got back I decided to do a little excavation. Fortunately there was nothing other than the teeth. And fortunately the teeth didn’t turn out to be human. My guess is that they are from a dog. Any thoughts? It’s still pretty gross to find teeth in your garden. It’s kind of amazing how much the soil moves that after living here 15 years new things are surfacing. I blame the worms.

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Can you spot the $300 egg?

Each of my 3 hens lay eggs that are a different color from one another. It’s a handy way for me to know who has laid an egg and who hasn’t. And most recently I’ve been on the look-out for an Edie egg during her egg-bound episode. She very considerately laid her egg the morning we were to leave to go out of town. I didn’t know what I was going to do with her if she hadn’t to be quite honest.

So, can you spot the egg that was stuck inside my hen for over a week?

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The big one on the left you say? Nope, it’s the blue one on the right. Looking for all the world like a normal, smallish egg. So this puppy cost $300 in vet bills and is so full of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories that I just have to chuck it. I’m having a hard time doing that though…

So who layed this 4th egg today?

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I’m a bit stumped. I think I’ll have to wait to see what else is in the nest box today.

So after all of the egg drama, Edie is now molting. She looks like hell with little feather spikes coming out all over her. It’s filling in the bare patches from when she was chomped on by mites. This poor gal has been through a lot over the past couple of months. I think she’ll look beautiful again when the feathers fill in. Phoenix rising out of the fire and all that.

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Greenpoint Food Market Opens This Saturday

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Greenpoint Food Market launches THIS SATURDAY Sept 12th from Noon to 6pm!

Here’s their press release:

We are SUPER excited to inaugurate the weekly food market this Saturday inside the Church of Messiah located at 129 Russell Street between Nassau and Driggs Ave in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.
GFM started as a nagging daydream about a market exclusively serving food lovingly produced by locals. It is a response to a burgeoning culinary movement where DIY, artisanal, and traditional methods of food-making is short of becoming normalized in Brooklyn and beyond. GFM hopes to be a support system for explorative amateur chefs and gourmands wishing to share their goods with the community and maybe even make a buck or two along the way. GFM is all about community involvement and gastronomical gratification, bringing folks together through food appreciation.
The market will be an all-encompassing sensory experience where visitors can walk from table to table sampling the goods while listening to live music and marveling at the artwork installed throughout the space, all referencing food. The convergence of art and food will not only instill potential chaos in a cozy space but also foster a unique experience utilizing all senses for savory consumption.
The market will feature a little over 30 vendors sharing tables to bring variety and community essence into the space. Hungry and curious patrons will be treated to an array of homemade goods including:
Mini pies by Py-O-My
Jam by Anarchy in a Jar
Pickles by Brooklyn Brine
Kombucha by Kombucha Brooklyn
Honey by Brooklyn Honey
Kimchee by Mama O’s
Chocolate by Taza Chocolate
Cookies by Sugarbuilt
Soup by The Soup Spoon
Soda by Pumpkin & Honeybunny
A performance involving angel cake and deviled eggs by artist Hein Koh
A bake sale residency by Sweet Tooth of the Tiger
The launch of Food + Sex magazine
Custom made tote bags by Christine Cotter
The market will also feature vegan and gluten-free baked goods, beer poached bratwurst, cocktail syrup, mini tarts and bundt cakes, herb garni, boiled peanuts, granola and coconut macaroons. These specialty prepared foods will be offered and packaged to take home or enjoy at McGolrick Park across the street.
We’d love to see you at Greenpoint Food Market. Your attendance not only supports local food production and distribution but harbors community support through sustainable practices in and out of the kitchen.

The Golden Egg

Looks as though Edie laid an egg!!! I went out to the coop to check for eggs and there was a blue egg inside. For some reason (maybe the pain of the last week) I am having a hard time believing it’s really her egg. Rationally I know it is because each of my hens lays a different colored egg. Lulu lays sage green eggs, Andie lays white eggs and Edie lays light blue ones.

The timing is perfect because we were going up to the Berkshires for the long weekend. Our neighbor is on chicken duty and is graciously reporting what colored eggs he finds each day.

I am so happy that Edie got this egg out of her. I didn’t take a photo before I left, but I’ll post one when I get back. It looks really normal, which is probably another reason I can’t fully believe it’s her egg.

Anyhow, I feel like popping a cork off something to celebrate the uncorking of my hen.

Egg Bound – Day 7

Yesterday Nestor, a chicken farmer from Red Hook, NY was in town for a farmer’s market. He very graciously stopped by to examine Edie. He was very caring with her and held her expertly. She didn’t struggle or flop around at all. He experienced the same thing I did. He felt the egg, but there was tissue between the egg and the vent (exit door). No matter how much he explored, he couldn’t find an opening. She could either be swollen and her tissues are creating a block, or her body has determined that this egg is a foreign object and has built tissue around it. It’s kind of like an oyster making a pearl.

I’m really hoping that scenario 2 isn’t the case as it is pretty dire. He said that sometimes he’s made an incision to get the egg out, but there’s usually only a 50% chance of survival from that. I was crushingly disappointed with the outcome. I had pinned all of my hopes on Nestor as a chicken expert. I am at a loss as to what to do. He said give it a few days and see what happens.

Poor Edie.

Egg Bound – Day 5

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Edie is still doing well. She’s eating, pooping and waddling around. I did another internal exam yesterday, determined to get the egg out one way or another. Sticking my finger inside her pulsating vent was a particularly odd and unpleasant experience. I was able to feel the egg, although it was through a membrane. Not knowing chicken anatomy enough, I wasn’t comfortable fishing around and possibly doing more harm than good. As you can see from these illustrations, the oviduct is a long and windy road that leads to the cloaca. There are several other things that lead to the cloaca, so the chicken’s pee/poo and eggs ultimately come out of the same opening.

I was able to get in touch with a semi-local chicken farmer named Nestor, who comes to Brooklyn to sell his eggs at our farmer’s markets. He agreed to come over tomorrow and take a look at Edie. I am very  hopeful.

Egg Bound – Day 3

Well Edie continued to do okay yesterday. Although she didn’t lay her egg, she was walking slowly, eating and making some clucking noises. Towards the end of the day I decided to feel inside her cloaca to see if I felt the egg yet. I didn’t feel an egg, but almost instantly the grossest thing popped out.

This thing was about 3″ long and rubbery. I suspected it was a malformed egg and when I cut it open I saw some yellow yolk. I’m really hoping that this is what has been causing the blockage. I can still feel an egg inside of her.

I spoke with the vet who agreed that as long as she’s eating, drinking and walking about we can wait and see if she can pass the egg herself. If she shows signs of straining or stress like she did the other day, I need to bring her in immediately. I feel like Edie’s labor coach.

Egg Bound Hen

Yesterday I went to let the hens out to their larger run and noticed that Edie wasn’t up and about. She was sitting on her nest box, but I could tell that something was wrong. She was listless, silent and her bottom was kind of tucked under. When I picked her up to go out in the yard (something they love), she didn’t move from where I set her. In fact when I first put her down, her toes were curled under and she was resting on her knuckles until I straightened them out.

The rest of the morning was spent trying to figure out what was wrong with Edie, my favorite hen. It was also spent in trying to find a vet that would take chickens. They will see any kind of parrot, cockatiel, etc. but chickens are considered exotic here. Go figure.

I finally found a vet and took her last night. She found out that she was egg bound, but wasn’t able to reach the egg. They gave her some iv fluids, antibiotics, pain killer and gave me a calcium supplement for her water. $300 later, I still have an egg bound hen. I know that any chicken farmer reading this has probably fallen off their chair at this point. Either with shock or laughter.

It’s hard to find a neighbor that knows how to probe a chicken’s cloaca to help guide an egg out, so I have to resort to a vet.

Today Edie was up and about, which was a vast improvement over yesterday. She didn’t pass the egg, so she’s kind of waddling around. I had to give her antibiotics, which I was told taste really bad. Now that she’s more feisty, that was a huge challenge. I did a lot of reading about egg binding on the Backyard Chicken forums. It seems as though a warm sitz bath can help relax the muscles. I tried that but I’m not sure if it was relaxing or irritating to Edie.

I’m afraid that I’m going to have to bring her back to the vet to have the egg imploded. Wish us luck!

A Long Hot Simmer

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A friend of mine just started a blog called A Long Hot Simmer. As you can probably guess from the name, she’s a food person. Her name is Victoria and she’s a multi-talented woman. She writes about food for various magazines, she cooks, she makes food look beautiful for some very famous photographers (Irving Penn!!), she even wrote a cookbook. She’s also hilarious, so catching up is always a treat.

So I was honored when she asked me if she could interview me about my chickens for her new blog. You can see the post here.