


My adventures in gardening (with Chickens) in the Northern Nevada High Desert.
So that's it for the year. Garlic needs to cure for another month or so, but playing with the garlic is over until around October, when next year's garlic will go into the ground. Looking forward to lots and lots of garlic bread this summer!
Pretty much all the babies are trying to fly now. They get a running start, bounce, and then they are airborn for a foot or so. Had to tape cardboard to make the walls of their crate higher. They will be needing more room very shortly.
Pea season is pretty much over, being that it's been well into the 90s for several weeks now. I've been pulling the vines for the chickies every few days and they've been enjoying pecing at them. It doesn't look like they are actually eating much of it, but I am hoping that picking at the vines amuses them enough so that they don't want to pick at eachother. And, after the vines are picked over and trampled, off to the compost heap they go.
Speaking of compost, used chicky litter is being put out in the garden in little bits and pieces. I'd like to really mulch deep with those nice pine shavings, but I'm afraid that too much chicky poo in the pine might burn the roots of the plants. Still, at least I am recycling the pine shavings and chicky poo - some day I will turn this desert sand into SOIL!
So, for the next few days, they are hanging out in my laundry room in the bottom half of a dog crate. It has the bare minimum space allowance for 0-4 week old babies. This weekend I will monitor temps in the metal building throughout the day and night and then they will probably move out of the house at that point. I'll need to put chicken wire over the top to prevent rodents from entering and chickies from exiting. And, I am trying to figure out how to make their home bigger without spending much (any) money. I mean, they are only going to be in the crate for about 4 or 5 more weeks...maybe I can somehow attach the top half of the crate to it. The chicks are pretty agile and can probably cross the "hump" where the two halves would be joined.
Ok, so not much gardening news, other than I have been enjoying fresh strawberries every time I go out there. I also have some peas that I am going to chop up into tiny pieces and give to the chickies this weekend. (Just a tiny bit so they get a taste of "green stuff." Not actually enough to be considered a "meal.")I am purposely waiting until the weekend so I can keep an eye on them in case they get "pasty bottoms" - a deadly condition where their poop sticks to them and seals them shut so more poop can't get out. (Who knew?)
One of the nice things about having a large garden as opposed to a small farm is that it only takes 15 minutes to plant out a bed of beans and there are no tractor requirements. And only 15 minutes to plant out 3 tomato babies.
When I went to the nursery in Reno and asked what type of trees would grow well out where I live (about an hour from Reno), the reply was, "You live in the Great Basin Desert - trees don't grow there." When I asked on a garden forum why I was having trouble with my tomato plants not setting fruit, they told me that "I live in a desert and tomatoes don't like the 40 degree day to night temperature swings." When I looked at my neighbors, I saw that most had "rock gardens." There are almost no lawns where I live. Most of the newer homes have sickly looking little "stick" trees that are struggling to survive. There are no flower gardens within several miles of me - at least none that you can see from the road. There is no soil or dirt - it is sand at least 6-10 feet down.
I won't go into how I came to live in the desert (although I may comment on how I have come to love this place), other than to say it was not my first choice. I have lived in Georgia and seen the green rolling hills of Tennessee and Arkansas. I have eaten fresh peaches in California's San Joaquin Valley. I would much rather live anywhere with names like "The Corn Belt" or "Georgia Peach Country" or "Kentucky Blue Grass." But I'm here. And while the desert tan can magically turn into sparkling steaks of gold, molten red and deep russets during sunrise or sunset, for most of the hot and dry summer, it is merely sand colored. So, a few years ago, I endeavored to create a little green oasis on our property.
Currently, I have a fenced 50 x 75 foot area as my gardening experiment area. The fence keeps out our large dogs and possibly larger jack rabbits; however from prints in the sand, it appears that smaller cotton tails and (from the smell) skunks are not deterred by 2x4 welded wire. I did not even attempt to fence out the ground squirrels or kangaroo mice. This blog endeavours to record my 2008 adventures in gardening in the High Desert and perhaps give some hints, tips and tricks on how to have a successful garden here.