Hooked up with this menage a trois at Garden Girl Farm and they came home with me last night. Sasquatch is a lovely rabbit as is her offspring Baby Jesus who is looking like a boy as we were checking out his bits while he calmly gave us his “whatever” look. Don King, part of the mess of a duck shipment has issues and is being picked on by his flock so is joining our flock of four less than able ducks. Cassie loves these two bunnies but is going to be focusing on raising an uber form of rabbit hence the move. Big Daddy, a handsome black male will be joining us as well so Baby Jesus could be joined by siblings. Two required classes in my Catholic all girls High School aka San Domenico were “Old Testament” followed the next year by not surprisingly “New Testament”. I bring this up only because I’m going to have to utilize some creative license in the lineage not that my recall of either classes material is spectacular.
Surf Camp for Henry and three of his friends has come to a crashing halt. It’s not due to shark sightings or a glassy ocean but the looming responsibilities (my theory) of their coach. He’s a nice guy, thirty six with a girlfriend who’s pregnant. In lieu of wetsuits and boards these guys have been helping out at Garden Girl Farm here and there.
This past week Cassie’s ducks from Ideal Hatchery arrived and they were far from. While there appear to be happy customers on their website this was not Garden Girl Farm’s experience. She had ordered a straight run (males and females) of Peking ducks. Out of the 20 ducklings that arrived four were deformed, three have neurological issues (one runs in a circle), one is missing an eye and nine are crested. We have four of the “retards” which is Henry’s unfortunate choice of word at our house as they were being picked on by their peers.
Elsewhere around the farm Sasquatch after pulling out bunches of belly fur and making a nest with the fluff gave birth to two kits. Sadly she sat on one of them and it died. The remaining kit is thriving, here held by Freddy.
The boys while taking a post lunch break hung around with Big Gay Al hoping he would make a turkey move on them despite the warning that they would end up scratched. They finally got bored as he was not showing any interest in any of them. Which reminds me, there are also a couple of turkey chicks born about a week ago (Al’s the dad) and a new group of one day old chicks. Just another day around the farm!
I’ve been immersed recently shooting images for Garden Girl Farm, an urban farm located in Pt. Richmond with an expansive view of the Chevron facility and the other day a well attired woman walking on the freeway. Cassie, the farmer behind Garden Girl Farm has chickens, turkeys, rabbits and assorted produce. A recent trek to the local market found the butcher hard at work trying to get her phone number. She mentioned that she was married and noted to herself that he was probably too young, the braces on his teeth being the giveaway. She however took his phone number as she wants assistance butchering her current crop of bunnies.
I planted my Victorianesque Black Hollyhocks late this year so they need more time in the ground before I see any action. Garden Girl’s however are prolific.