This afternoon I finally started working on the garden. I'm tilling the vegetable beds with a shovel and while the work is tough on my back, I have never dealt with more delicious soil in all my life. It's just so... buttery. So rich. With at least a half dozen worms per shovelful. And with such a wide variety of worms - red ones, gray ones, and even weird yellow ones that almost look like curled up fern leaves.
I actually believe what our landlord said when we moved in: "If you can't grow it back here, it doesn't grow in Oregon." Which makes a lot of sense considering that he's always had chickens and the chickens have both eaten and fertilized the soil for more than five years. It's basically an amazing cycle of magical brussels sprout yielding poop.
Of course, along with really good soil comes WEEDZ OF DOOOM. Which I spent all afternoon plucking out of the ground. (Unfortunately weeds aren't as easy to pluck as eyebrows or pubes...)
This is how far I got:
The ladies live here, but during the day we leave the gate open so they can roam free:
Gray Chicken lays the most pristine white eggs I've ever seen. She's also the lowest chicken in the pecking order and the only lady whose eggs we've been able to find for the past week. (The pecking order usually has something to do with intelligence, so the fact that she's not hiding her eggs as well as the others comes as no suprise.) The other two seem to be laying incognito. We've looked EVERYWHERE, even talked to the landlord, and none of us can find their eggs. I plan to start setting my alarm earlier so I can catch them in flagrante delicto.
Either way, I'm going to have to lock them in the coop until mid-day so I can fill up my egg cartons again.