Come to the Oklahoma Gardening School

The Crystal Bridge with the Devon Tower.
The beautiful Myriad Botanical Gardens in downtown Oklahoma City.
The beautiful Myriad Botanical Gardens in downtown Oklahoma City.

Have you heard? Each year, the Myriad Botanical Gardens holds an Oklahoma Gardening School in the center of downtown Oklahoma City. This year’s theme is “From Chard to Chickens: Rethinking the American Kitchen Garden.” Sounds like a 20-30 Something event to me. I took all of these pictures of the Myriad Botanical Gardens last June when I wrote an article for Oklahoma Gardener magazine about three Oklahoma botanical gardens.

Another shot of the Myriad Botanical Gardens.
Another shot of the Myriad Botanical Gardens in June.

This year’s school starts on Friday with a course on urban chickens from Noon to 1:30 p.m. This is ironic since Oklahoma City recently decided to veto chickens in urban backyards–a decision that makes me sad. However, I have news for the city. Chickens are thriving everywhere within its borders. I see and occasionally hear them as I drive my daughter to school. Oklahoma City has had an underground chicken raising movement for years, and I guess, they’ll just stay underground awhile longer. Rosalind Creasy, who’s written numerous books on edible landscaping that I’ve read from cover-to-cover, will be the featured lecturer on Friday and Saturday. Garden School opens at 9:00 a.m. on Saturday, March 15, 2014, and runs until 3:00 p.m. Local and national speakers fill the day-long program.

  • Tres Fromme opens the day with a talk on the processes behind edible landscape design. Tres is the Atlanta Botanical Garden’s Landscape Design and Planning Manager. I saw the botanical garden when I visited Atlanta during the Garden Bloggers Conference.
  • Rosalind Creasy will present her work in edible landscaping, one of my favorite topics for sure.
  • Brian Pirtle–one of my favorite local speakers–manages Cedar Spring Farms and formerly worked for TLC Nursery. He will speak on Vegetable Gardening in Oklahoma. Oklahoma has its own special problems, and Brian certainly knows how to grow here.
  • Samantha Snyder, who is on KTOK radio every Saturday from 11:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. will close out the school speaking about common garden problems including pests and diseases.
The Crystal Bridge with the Devon Tower.
Our own tropical conservatory, the Crystal Bridge with the Devon Tower.

It’s a great lineup. If you’re a member of the garden (and you should be), the cost is only $30. It you’re not a member, it’s still a steal for $60. A box lunch is included.

At the break between speakers and at the end of the day, there will be book signings. Although I’m not speaking at the Garden School this year, I will be there signing books.

The Myriad Botanical Gardens as seen from the other side.
The Myriad Botanical Gardens as seen from the other side of the conservatory.

I hope y’all come. The Gardening School is a great resource for Oklahoma gardeners and starts off our garden season with a bang. Plus, you should visit our amazing conservatory the Crystal Bridge, designed by I.M. Pei, while you’re there! Who, but Oklahoma, has something like that?

 

Chickens are undervalued

Buff Orpington peep giving me the "stink eye."
Buff Orpington peep giving me the “stink eye.”

For all they do in our lives, chickens are undervalued as creatures and birds. I hate what factory farming has done to most things, but especially to animal husbandry. Companies may still advertise the “romance” of the family farm, but most animals are grown in large networks. Egg-laying chickens are kept in buildings in solitary cages all day to lay eggs–24 hours in bright, fluorescent light–365 days until they are worn out in one year. Just perform an image search on Google of factory chickens. Your first clue to their unhappiness is how pink and dull their combs are. Combs are naturally red. Then, look at their eyes. No spark or spirit, and chickens are spirited animals. I won’t even go into what they do to meat birds. It’s criminal really. If you want to know more, just watch Food, Inc.. There are other films on this topic, but I think Food, Inc. is the least difficult to watch, and explains the situation well.

Baby chickens growing and growing.
Part of the peeps.

In my family’s own protest against the system, and because it’s just plain fun, we have chickens. I like chickens a lot. They are smarter than people think, and although they are highly instinctual, they also have personality and charm. Every three years, I add several to the flock because older hens don’t lay as frequently as younger ones. I can’t stand to kill the older hens so I just keep them on in retirement. It’s not like I’m trying to make money at this. I still buy chicken to eat from local farmers, or at a store which purchases locally. If you don’t feel the same about the plight of the commercial factory chicken, just compare the taste. You’ll want fresh, local chicken. I promise.

There is also nothing like cradling a fresh egg, straight from the nest and warm in the hand. Crack it open–fry, boil or poach it soft and serve atop a spinach salad. Add some warm crusty bread to the mix, and it’s the stuff of dreams.

A couple of days ago, Bear and I traveled to the local feed store to pick up our baby chicks. We got a selection of breeds including Buff Brahma and Buff Orpington. I got a third breed, but I can’t remember what it is. I’ll ask when I go visit the feed store in a few days when I pick up five more of the fourth breed. When we picked them out, Claire and I were literally just pointing to pictures on the page. We’ve had chickens so many times, and we wanted to try some new and unfamiliar breeds. Then, we discovered they don’t hatch all at the same time, and so we had to change some of our choices. One had to be Buff Orpington because these big, gold chickens are favorites. I’ve ordered many times directly from the hatchery, but I decided I’d let the feed store owners get up at 7:30 a.m. and go to the post office for me because the price was virtually the same. The feed store owners also taught the babies how to drink before we got there. We had fifteen peeps, but one died after the first day. It was very sad, and both of my girls took turns caring for it. We fear it had internal injuries from being stepped upon. That first day is precarious.

We almost always lose one.

Buff Brahma baby with it's chipping tooth still attached.
Buff Brahma baby with it’s egg tooth still attached. This chick is fine. She is simply sleeping.

Having babies in the house got me thinking again about how undervalued chickens are. I listen to the contented sounds of the peeps, and I notice how beautifully they speak to one another. Chickens don’t just cackle and crow. They make many different sounds. The babies even trill like songbirds when happy. They also make other, gentle happy noises like all baby creatures. Like baby humans, they shout with alarm when badly startled. Each day, this gets less and less as we walk by their box, pick them up, feed and water them. They begin to see we are not predators. The box sits in a corner of the great room next to a large window, and we have two bulbs for heat that hang over the box. The little birds already have wingtips, and their fluff is going away. Soon, the heat lamps will too.

Wing tips on a Buff Orpington chicken.
Wing tips on a Buff Orpington chicken.

Birds are very instinctual, and chickens, especially those breeds we haven’t overbred for our own purposes–think White Leghorn–retain their wildness. For example, when disturbed, the peeps all scatter and run crazily around the interior of their roomy box. Then, they come together again like the flock they are and stand in the farthest corner in a pointed fashion, their backs to the predator. Their little golden rear ends become very still. It’s almost as if the chicks are thinking, “You can’t see us if we can’t see you.” It’s an instinct built upon the idea of saving at least some of them. They also almost instantly know how to scratch at their bedding as if looking for bugs.

All of the baby chickens rush into the corner to be safe from predators. I have a camera, and I'm clicking their photos. They are scared.
All of the baby chickens rush into the corner to be safe from predators. I have a camera, and I’m clicking their photos. They are scared.

They are babies, and like all babies, they need extra care, but I find baby chicks relatively easy after the first worrisome day. Because their “dust” is starting to bother my asthma, I’ll probably put them in another room soon until they feather out some. By then, the temperature outdoors should be good enough to put them in their bigger cage. I’ll place them in the unused side of the chicken pen and keep them separate from the other flock until they grow large enough. One night, I’ll let them in with the others. By this time, they’ll be pullets. Adding them at night helps minimize any damage. Usually, they are accepted by the other chickens, but I watch them together for several days to make sure. Part of the secret is numbers. If there are more of the newcomers, the hens and roosters seem to realize they are outnumbered.

So, with seeds growing in the seed station and chickens pecking feed in the corner of the living room, we are inundated with babies around here. These are the sounds of spring where I live. What means spring to you?