Every day is Easter here at the Oaktown Egg Ranch. Four hens of four different varieties = four eggs, each one a different color, nearly every single day. Apparently having a stronger sense of aesthetics than you might think, the hens neatly arrange their eggs like this^^ in the nest area or ovarium or whatever chicken ranchers call it.
Chicken Condo on the right, tool shed on the left, raised planting beds in the center. I helped build the shed when Lee first bought this place three years ago, but the planting beds and the coop were entirely his babies. Lee has a PhD in molecular genetics but used to frame houses for a living just like I did, so building a house for his chickens wasn't no kinda thang for him.
We've been eating home-grown lettuce and greens for a couple weeks now.
So have the squirrels
The plum tree behind the coop was shading out the planting beds and giving the chickens Seasonal Affective Disorder, so I pruned it with a Milwaukee Sawz-All last week.
I then rendered the limbs into cordwood for the fire pit with a 24" Fiskars medium duty machete, which, if you're in the market for a good machete, is worth every bit of the $19.95 it costs at Home Despot. Kee-yi n stuff.
The tree and the coop both looked way better once that was done.
This being the Bay Area, whenever I take Matilda for a walk we see something beautiful even though we kinda live in the hood.
Right up the hill is a yard that is entirely landscaped in succulents, and how bad-ass is that?
Common houseplants grow to the size of pick-up trucks out here, it's like the Lost World of Roraima or something. And, on the property just to the right of the monstroid curb geranium in this shot, I'll be building another shed like Lee's next week.
All of which is pretty cool, especially when I think back on how four months ago Tildy and I were living in this^^ Honda Civic.
all images ©2017 by nanatehay except "squirrel raider" courtesy of lee smith