Today was a farm day,
or at least that is how I think of it.
A day for chores, hard work for
no pay except that which builds
the body and frees the mind to wander.
Once a month we clean out the duck
house and put in fresh bedding.
Mr. Drake and the ladies fair.
We subscribe to the “deep litter”
method of bedding down the ducks.
Stir up the bedding, fork it over,
and put fresh dry straw on every night.
The bedding begins to compost in place
and provide a meager source of heat
for the ducks, whose only real worry is
their sensitive feet. This has worked for
us for three years now and we see no
reason to change it. But….once a month
clean out is alot of work, big surprise.
We start with this
A pile about 6 feet wide and 4 feet high
but with the help of this and my arms and back
It all gets brought up to the compost pile in the garden.
I never though I would enjoy simple outdoor chores so
much, but they have become a way to contemplate and
meditate and I get my best ideas when out their with
rake or hoe in hand.
One of my favorite poems about the garden was
written by Nancy Willard, a poet and children’s book
author(The Henry and Mudge series and many others).
CORRECTION 3/12/10: Nancy Willard wrote “The Mountains
of Quilt” and Cynthia Rylant wrote the “Henry and Mudge”
series. Brain fog sets in…..
Prehistoric looking, aren’t they…