Hey! I’ve already done one of the things on my list of 35 Things to do Before I Turn 35! Plant a tree. Check! I suppose I should give credit where credit is due – Jesse actually dug the hole, put the tree in the hole, filled the hole. He actually bought the tree, too. I *did* water it, so it totally counts. It also totally counts as a tree, even though it’s basically just a stick in the ground. Someday it will be an Asian pear tree.
Jesse and I both hate fruit trees, just because they’re messy and kind of stinky. Luckily we have perfect animals in our yard to take care of the mess and the stink. We realized that if we planted fruit trees in the chicken run, it would be pretty amazing. When fruit falls, the chickens eat it – thus fixing the mess and stink problem. And the chickens get to eat fruit! AND the chickens naturally fertilize the trees. ANNND we get to eat fruit, too! Win – win – win – win. Why hasn’t anyone else ever thought of this in the history of farming? We’re changing the world here, folks.
I didn’t get any photos of the planting of the tree, but a couple days later, I got some pretty great photos of Harriet the Chicken Farmer. As you can see, innovative farming runs in the family. Fill a frisbee with grass, feed some chickens. What a plan, little Harriet, what a plan. Call the Department of Agriculture, we have a Future Farmer of America on our hands.