In honor of their 1 month birthday, I decided to give this little ode:
Ducks! from Kelly Zenn on Vimeo.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
The Dark Side of Farming
My previous post highlighted the sunny days full of harvest, bright colors, and finding plants in among the weeds.
To balance it out, I will now highlight some of the less savory aspects of a farm life....
So this week or so I've racked up my injuries from chickens and ovens and now have cause to renew my tetanus shot. I burned my thumb making a potato bake dinner, was bitten by a broody chicken viciously protecting her eggs, and attacked by a rooster.
The rooster I speak of has been trying to attack me for a couple weeks now, but I've always seen it coming. This time, though, I was bent down petting Potato and he charged at my back. It felt like a ton of bricks had fallen onto my lower back, but luckily I came away with just a cut on my back. That rooster is now dead, after attacking one too many times. Sorry rooster, but on a farm if you anger the farmer it is completely within our power to prepare you for eating. It's the only place I know of that my instincts of killing that which angers me can be acted upon. I guess if I'm being honest with myself the completion of the kill still doesn't feel too good.
I was also working in the barn tidying up the workbench when a cat walked in through the open door to the fish pond. When I looked over, though, it was a sopping wet angry raccoon! My automatic response was flight, and I ran away swiftly all while dreams of being chased by rabid raccoons came rushing back. We now have a trap set, but so far no catch and I am still fearful of the barn.
To balance it out, I will now highlight some of the less savory aspects of a farm life....
So this week or so I've racked up my injuries from chickens and ovens and now have cause to renew my tetanus shot. I burned my thumb making a potato bake dinner, was bitten by a broody chicken viciously protecting her eggs, and attacked by a rooster.
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| Broody hen attack! |
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| Even if this does hurt! |
I was also working in the barn tidying up the workbench when a cat walked in through the open door to the fish pond. When I looked over, though, it was a sopping wet angry raccoon! My automatic response was flight, and I ran away swiftly all while dreams of being chased by rabid raccoons came rushing back. We now have a trap set, but so far no catch and I am still fearful of the barn.
These stories are by no means the only less happy parts of farming, but they are a glimpse. All I ever hear anyone say when I tell them I want to be a farmer is "it's hard!" Trust me, folks, I do know this.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
It ain't Christmas, my friends, not for me.
I have been thoroughly enjoying my time at Squash Blossom Farm and have recently been delighting in the bounty of the garden. It is my first time working on a farm during the spring/summer rather than fall/winter and so I can finally experience the long-term fruits of my labors!
It's quite a special feeling walking through the garden seeing your plants thriving; fills you with confidence and admiration.
I have been thoroughly enjoying my time at Squash Blossom Farm and have recently been delighting in the bounty of the garden. It is my first time working on a farm during the spring/summer rather than fall/winter and so I can finally experience the long-term fruits of my labors!
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| The cherries our tree produces are incredibly picturesque, especially when compared with my weeding hand. |
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| Lunchtime class. |
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| Can you find the beets and carrots? |
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| What glory! They can finally see the sun! |
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| Beans we planted roughly 3 weeks ago, growing strong. |
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| Some of our beautiful harvest for the pizza party we had this weekend. (Asparagus and Nasturtiums) |
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| The cabbage I planted at the beginning of my internship. |
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| Brussel sprouts I planted when I first started this internship. |
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| The fire I started to ready the oven for the pizza-party-pizzas. |
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| Lettuce I planted when first I arrived. |
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| The aforementioned tree bearing seemingly endless amounts of beautiful fruits. |
It's quite a special feeling walking through the garden seeing your plants thriving; fills you with confidence and admiration.
I hope all of you are enjoying your own summer bounties on this summer solstice as well! Start preserving those bounties as the days will start to wane again!
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
My mother's light shines through
Monday, May 11, 2015
Thursday, May 7, 2015
The Visual Side of Things
| Utah. Taken during my cross-country rd. trip summer '14. |
| Visiting Michelle and Joe at Yale I was surprised by Ellie and it was wonderful. |
| Cutting Dusty Miller. Photo by Abby (In all of the photos by Abby I have pneumonia but at the time think it's just a cold.) |
| Nicole and I about to embark on a wild journey involving fast golf carts and too much Salvia. Photo by Abby |
| I am making a bouquet because it was part of my job! Photo by Abby |
| Me and a chicken. Don't worry, we become friends. Photo by Abby |
| Putting covers back on high tunnels. Not an easy job with too few hands. Photo by Abby |
| Some of my favorite flowers, Cosmos, behind some Broomcorn. Photo by Abby |
| Stonehenge with Piers. Feb. '15 |
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| Rd. Trip out west. Hike to Observation Point in Zion National Park, Utah |
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| Nicole and I embarking on a different adventure. This time involving fast golf carts and too many Hydrangeas. |
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| Playing on silks at Aqoatzin's. Photo by Kate |
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| Man in the moon, photo by Kate. |
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| I dated a boy for awhile during the year. He was weird. But also pretty cool. |
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| Nice, France, photo by couchsurfing host, Sid. |
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| Nice, France--dipping our feet in the ocean, photo by Sid. |
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| I have three cool nieces that I got to spend a month with and see Hazel turn 5. |
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| I was able to take awkward family photos with boy I was dating and a couple of my nieces instead of going to a wedding. |
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