The new garden on Juniata is in full swing. Now weighing the food produced and the number of eggs documented, the urban farm is fruitful...well...veggieful. The grapes, apricots, figs and raspberries are coming soon. The oh-so-wonderful boyfriend Jerome has repurposed some cedar fencing and built a smaller, much cuter fence to contain the chickens with freshly clipped wings, avoiding turning the yard into an airport once again.
Growing our own food has made me more conscious of where the waste goes and I have noticed that the kale, parsley stems, etc. are hard for the chickens to simply peck and swallow. With maybe 5 extra minutes a day, I have been putting the extra compost into a food processor and cooing with delight as the chickens devour the greens like they've been starved for days.
Small P.S.: Trying to pry myself away from the cereal aisle, I've discovered a tasty, raw, enzyme-filled alternative to Joes-Os:
Soak buckwheat groats for 6 hours, changing the water at 3h. Sprout for 1-2 days. Dehydrate until crispy.