baby time

It’s baby time here at the farm.cutie

Baby plants are taking off in the greenhouse.

Baby onions, leeks, lettuces, kale, spinach, cabbage, fennel, and chard. 

They need water (but not too much), warmth (we keep it between 60 and 80 degrees Fahrenheit), air circulation (sometimes opening up the green house doors, sometimes turning on fans), sunshine, and encouragement.  I like to tell them that they’re beautiful. 

Baby chicks arrived last Monday. 

They were one day old when they arrived.  Wow cuteness. 

There were three Sumatras, two Lakenvelders, four Blue Andalusians, six Pearl-White Leghorns, two Black Stars, five Silver Laced Wyandottes, and four Black Australorps.  The three Sumatras died- one upon arrival and two at the end of the first day.  Very sad, but I suppose that particular breed was not as strong.  There’s no escaping the inherent cycles of life and death when you’re a farmer. 

Wednesday brought ten baby ducks, Runner Ducks, who were also only one day old. 

Now we’re really talking cuteness.  Little itty bitty fuzzy fluffy ducks with tiny little bills and tiny little webbed feet.  Wow. 

Danya and I have been finding lots of reasons to slip into the greenhouse so that we can hang out with the chicks and ducks.  And hold them.  They are amazing to hold.  Especially the ducks.  I swear, it’s something about the mini bill and webbed feet.  I started a photo series of people holding them because it’s perfectly cute.  Check it out. 


Ok.  Enough baby talk. 

Ben plowed one of the fields on Thursday afternoon! 

Not only was it our first plow of the season, but it was on a plot of land that has not been plowed for about fifty years.  Apparently the land has been primarily used as cow pasture.  It’s going to be a bit challenging to work- we’ll plow it, then till or disk it, probably more than once, then cover crop it with oats, then till it again before planting any vegetables or pasture seed.  It will be interesting to get the soil test back to see what fifty years of cow manure brought to the soil. 

This piece of land is some of the most urban agricultural land in Northampton.  I loved the symbolic aesthetic of Ben driving the John Deere tractor right down Pomeroy Terrace.  You know it’s urban farming when the view on the tractor commute is more about houses, apartment buildings, bicyclists, and traffic jams, than it is barns, cows, and silos.

On another note, pizza party.  Danya was going through some of her preserved veggies from last summer, decided to make tomato sauce, then one thing led to another and we decided a pizza party was in order.  Yea farm pizza.  A taste of last summer’s tomatoes, peppers, kale, onions, and garlic, plus good people and good beer, and voila, pizza party.  Pizza party is an important note cause a big part of farming for me is growing food in abundance to be able to come together and celebrate life with good food and good company. 

Rain rain rain for a few days then hopefully more sun so that we can plow more of the land, fertilize, and soon enough, put some seeds in the ground. 




One Response to “baby time”

  1. Jinger Says:

    Laura…I’m going to love this blog. I have a container gardening going on my back porch and I am even making compost in a big Home Depot bucket!
    I’m already eating my lettuce. Have a good growing season.


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