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Crow Planet Paperback!

April 12th, 2011

I’m so happy to announce that the paperback version of Crow Planet is hot off the presses.  You can order one already from the usual online venues, and it will be in your local shop by April 21st, the official release date.

In addition to affordability, the paperback is loaded with extras:  a conversational interview with the author, a quirky new suggested reading list, and a reader’s guide for book groups.  My favorite thing about it?  The great quote from David Sedaris (love him!) on the cover.  Now if I could just hear him sing those lines in his Billie Holiday voice, my life would be complete…

Crow Planet uses the biology, natural history, mythology, and urban ubiquity of crows to explore the human relationship with nature more broadly–finding delight, even in a time of ecological crisis.  It was named a Best Book of the Year by the LA Times and Seattle Times, and won the lovely Sigurd Olson Nature Writing Award. I hope you’ll take the opportunity offered by the new “nice-priced” Crow Planet to read it if you haven’t yet, or share it as a gift with friends and loved ones.

In celebration of the new release (and in appreciation of the wonderful Tangled Nest  readers!) I will be giving away a signed copy of Crow Planet to one happy winner, chosen at random, from everyone who comments on this post or anywhere on The Tangled Nest between now and the official release date, April 21.  Many thanks for all your support!

 

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Spontaneous Spring Baking (and a nice scone recipe)

April 5th, 2011

This morning I had a million things to do, but there was sun was shining into the kitchen for the first time in days, and it felt so warm and welcoming.  All I needed for complete happiness was a basket of something delicious to go alongside my cup of tea.  In spite of the sun it is a chilly day, so the “basket of something” needed a bit of substance.  Oat-currant scones would be perfect.  Though my pantry was missing two oat-currant scone staples (buttermilk and currants), I whipped some up anyway, substituting normal milk and chopped raisins.   (Raisins need not be chopped, of course, but I am a bit neurotic about food consistency, and for me a raisin is just too big a lump of squishiness to be lurking randomly in a scone.)  They came out beautifully.

But this post  is not about raisins, or even about scones.  It’s about sun and spring, and being led by our delight rather than our to-do list.  Feel like a little soulful baking-for-no-reason?  Then why not treat yourself. Scones take just a few minutes, and fear not–all your work will still be there when you’re done!  But now you’ll have fresh, warm scones to go with it.  Here’s a recipe (adapted from one by Deborah Madison):

Spontaneous Spring Scones for a Sunny, Chilly Morning

1 cup rolled oats, plus more for the cutting board
1 1/2 cups flour (I like to use 1 cup whole wheat pastry, 1/2 cup all purpose, but any combo of these, or all one or the other will do)
3 tablespoons brown sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
7 tablespoons cold butter, cut into small squares
1 large egg
1/2 cup plus 2 Tablespoons buttermilk (or milk, or cream, or a combination of these)
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1/3 cup currents or raisins (chop the raisins into small pieces if you like)–these are optional

Stir the dry ingredients together, then cut in the butter until the mixture resembles course crumbs.  Whisk together the milk, egg, and vanilla, then add to the dry ingredients.  Stir a few times, then add the currents or raisins if you are using them.  Continue to mix just until the dry ingredients are evenly moistened.  Scatter a layer of oats onto your cutting board, then turn the dough out on top of them and pat it into a 3/4″ thick circle.  Cut into six or eight wedges, and bake until nice and golden brown for 15 minutes (or so) at 425.  I like to put them on a baking stone.  If you have one, put it in the oven before you preheat, and let it heat up for at least 10 minutes.  Then put the scones right onto it.  If using a baking sheet, you don’t need to prepare it–plenty of butter in the scones!

These are good with your favorite jam, of course, but I like them plain, right from the oven.

 

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Bicycle Pea Trellis

March 31st, 2011

While loading bikes for the Village Bike Project (great folks!), Tom came across this old frame–a vintage Robin Hood stepthrough from Nottingham, England.  Lovely bike, beyond reasonable hopes for restoration. So he took it home and hid it on the side east side of the house until he was brave enough to tell me that he wanted to use it for a pea trellis.  He knows I am not fond of “gimmicky” structures in the garden.  What’s next?  Old boots planted with strawberries?  But since he thinks I’m too controlling about the garden (me?!), I had to prove him wrong by pretending to be excited about the bicycle trellis.  And I have to admit, it’s kind of cute.

We planted Cascadia and Sugar Sprint snap peas, and Oregon snow peas.  As always when planting peas, I added a few sweetpeas here and there to mingle, adding a bit of color and beauty.

This was a sweet little bike in its day, with its 3 speed Sturmey-Archer thumb shifter , and its traditional stretched leather saddle, now a skeleton.

Even if I don’t LOVE it, it really does make a perfect trellis, and it will soon be covered with peas–nearly invisible.  I’ll post a photo of the bike trellis in its future glory.

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Knit Graffiti, Yarn Bombing, And Other Dangerous Hobbies

March 27th, 2011

A yarn bombed parking meter in Vancouver, from yarnbombing.com.

And now, surprise surprise, a guest post from Tom about knitting!

What is it about yarn bombing that’s so compelling? “Knit graffiti” — it brings a smile to my face just to think about it! Guerrilla crafters wrapping yarn creations around objects in the streetscape under the cover of darkness, adding a touch of whimsy and warmth to the built environment we all share.

Part of what I love is the the way, when describing this art form, you can’t avoid juxtaposing words with a Monty Pythonesque absurdity – guerrilla crafting, yarn bombing, knit graffiti, textile street art, yarn core.

Don't mess with yarncore.

Do these purling pirates cover their faces with black hand-knit bandanas as they skulk through the streets in the moonlight? Do they hatch their dastardly plots over Earl Grey tea drunk straight with no chaser? Is there a yarn core bar where embroiderers are tossed into the alley on their ear, and brawls erupt over the relative merits of alpaca and sheep wool? (I certainly hope so!)

Anyhow… when I read that a yarn bombing project had knit round a bike rack at the other end of our own West Seattle neighborhood, I dragged us of all up there to take a look. (Then Lyanda and I got to have a little debate about whether this would make a better Bikejuju or Tangled Nest blog post – the answer is both!).

West Seattle knitter Jaesee wrapped this bike rack as her first yarn bombing project, and started an appropriately tough-sounding blog to document it and tantalize us with the promise of more of these dangerous urban guerrilla yarn actions to come.

It’s a wonderful little burst of color and flowers in our gray Seattle spring, and as we walked over through the drizzle to look at it, another fellow was also circling the bike rack and touching it. Yarn bombing is definitely a tactile art form; we also could not resist touching this installation, feeling its texture and figuring out how it had been made and attached.

Lyanda, Claire and I have all been pondering guerrilla art projects this spring, and we’re even more inspired now. Our projects probably won’t be knit graffiti, but I, for one, definitely aspire to find an art form with an equally hardcore-yet-whimsical name. Suggestions welcome.

PS: Higher-resolutions versions of these photos available for free use on Flickr.
PPS: Cross posted on Bikejuju.com

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Buff Orpington: Our Favorite Backyard Chicken Breed

March 22nd, 2011

In my “Chickenomics” post a couple of weeks ago, I promised to share some thoughts about favorite backyard chicken breeds, but I realize now I should have said breed, singular.  Because although there are lots of good chickens out there, my choice for our own little backyard flock is–far and away–the Buff Orpington.

Marigold the Buff Orpington

We’ve been keeping chickens for about twelve years now, and have had a chance to enjoy several breeds.  Sensible chicken choosing has to take many things into account–space, climate, and your priorities (temperament? ease of care? good layers? egg color?).  Over the years, we’ve settled on our  most important chicken characteristics:  we want heritage breeds that are dependable layers and that are also sweet-tempered.  Our chickens are part of our everyday food/garden/family life.  We love to be out with the chickens, watching them, interacting with them.  Claire likes to bring her friends out to the coop, and spend time there with the hens.  Buff Orpingtons are great layers–a lovely, nice-sized, brown egg from each chicken pretty much every day–but they also the sweetest chickens on earth.

Like a cat, Marigold loves to have her chin scratched.

Buff Orpingtons are an English heritage breed, quite fat, and absolutely beautiful in golden-yellow plumage and bright red combs.  This is the classic Beatrix Potter chicken, the round barnyard beauty with the many-toed socks that Mrs. Tiggy-winkle, the hedgehog laundress, found so troublesome to wash.

"And what are those long yellow things with fingers like gloves?" "Oh, that's a pair of stockings belonging to Sally Henny-penny--look how she's worn the heels out with scratching in the yard! She'll very soon go barefoot!" said Mrs. Tiggy-winkle.

The first Opringtons were black, and now they come in several standard colors.  But for some reason, the Buffs make the best “pet” chickens.  All of our Buff Orpingtons have had unique personalities (Marigold likes to go for walks, and Buttercup patrols the yard for squirrels–chasing them mercilessly), but they all share certain qualities:  they like to be scratched, held, and carried;  they like to sit in your lap while you read a book (preferably aloud so the chicken can hear); they never peck at you unless they are trying to get your attention (so that you will scratch, hold, carry, or read to them!).  They are just the best, sweetest, dearest chickens, and we couldn’t love them more.

One more good thing about them–unlike some of the other common backyard breeds, Orpingtons are too fat and heavy to get off the ground.  While your auracana might regularly make it over the fence into the neighbor’s dog-filled yard, your Buffs will stay put.

We’ve always kept a mixed flock for beauty, variation in egg color, and to try new breeds.  But we’ve decided that our new chicks this season will all be Buff Orpingtons.

The downside to Buff Orpingtons?  I actually think they might be louder than some of the other breeds.  They are definitely very keen to announce the laying of an egg, often at great length.  This drives Tom crazy.

Some thoughts on other common breeds:

Auracanas/Ameracanas:  The blue-green eggs are gorgeous.  Gorgeous!  The chickens are funky, with long legs and ear tufts.  Good runners.  The chickens are a bit high-strung.  They are great, dependable layers, but less “friendly” than many breeds.  We’ve loved having them, but as I mentioned above, we’ve decided to go with personality over blue-green eggs.

Silver or Gold-laced Wyandottes:  Beautfiul, compact little chickens, with lovely scaled plumage, but aloof, nervous, and not even the best layers.  I’ve kept them in the past because they are so pretty, but probably never will again.

Plymouth Barred Rocks:  Great girls.  Solid layers of medium-sized brown eggs, calm, even-tempered, good with kids.

Our lovely Barred Rock, Esmeralda. Look at that pretty orange eye!

Rhode Island Red:  Classic American breed, ditto comments on Barred Rock, but slightly more aggressive.  The copper-red feathers almost glow.  Can’t go wrong with these.

Chrysanthemum the Rhode Island Red shows off my very favorite chicken part: the fluffy bum.

I’m covering just the most common breeds here, because you can get them in small numbers at feed stores, which is how most of us get our chicks.  Keeping less common heritage breeds is wonderful, but they usually come from specialty hatcheries that require a minimum order of chicks per breed, usually more than urban backyards can accommodate.  To go this noble route, hook up with some friends and do an order together.  Learn more about rare heritage breeds here.

If you’re just starting out, see my post about making your own biddy box and raising chicks.

Meanwhile–happy Spring Chick season!  Enjoy, and tell us about your own favorite breeds!

As always, thanks to Tom for the wonderful photos.

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Fountain Pens for Everyday: Join Me in a Writing Revolution

March 7th, 2011

Last year I was carrying around a couple of gift cards for the University of Washington Bookstore I’d received after doing authorly engagements there.  Instead of adding to the pile of books in my study that constantly threatens to swallow me whole, I decided to do something I’d always wanted to do:  take myself down to their “fine writing instruments” counter, and choose a fountain pen.  I selected a nice basic pen, a Parker Sonnet, because it fit my small hand, my aesthetic taste, and my $100 budget.  At first I used it just for “correspondence”–thank yous and cards, little letters, and other pretty things.  But I do lots of longhand writing in my life:  a diary, “morning pages,” first drafts for book chapters, daily notes in Claire’s school lunch, notes to myself, a planning calendar, grocery lists…Why, when I loved writing with my beautiful, flowing new fountain pen, wasn’t I using it for everything?

My Parker Sonnet is simple blue lacquer with silver trim, and a fine nib.

Now I do, and I am not exaggerating when I say it is one of my favorite life-changes that I have ever made.  One evening, while making notes for a new chapter, I remarked to Tom across the room,  “I LOVE my fountain pen!  Why aren’t we all using them?”  “Um,” he answered, “Because we’re not all nerds.”  Tom is a cutie-pie, but I have come to believe that using a fountain pen for everyday writing is something that should not just be for pen enthusiasts, or for special occasions, but for all of us, everyday.  Using a refillable pen, with bottled ink, should be normal.  Here’s why:

1.  Fountain pens create far less waste than standard pens. Think of the river of disposable pens that follows all of us through the whole of our lives, and their cardboard/plastic packaging.  And their import packaging and travel.  Refills for pens are also overpackaged tubes of plastic destined for the landfill.  A good pen will last a lifetime, and is elegantly refillable from a recyclable glass bottle of ink.

2.  Ink for fountain pens leaves a glistening flow across the page that is beautiful and inspiring, and it comes in every gorgeous color you can imagine.  Like many, I am partial to Noodler’s Inks, created in the USA by a wonderfully eccentric ink-maker named Nathan. Start with one of Noodler’s many standard colors with the catfish on the bottle, as some of their other formulations are a bit fussy.  My personal color has become Noodler’s Sequoia Green, but I also love their Nightshade, and in my sketching diary I use their standard Brown.  Noodler’s ink comes in 3 ounce bottles that are filled to the brim (I can’t imagine ever getting to the bottom of one) and cost about $12.

I keep this little trio of favorite Noodler's colors in a tray on my desk.

3.  Writing with a fountain pen makes our writing look more beautiful. I find myself adding little flourishes at the ends of words, and sketches in the corners of pages, almost without my willing it.

There is a layer of earthen-moss color to this ink that doesn't come across in the photo. I love it.

4.  You won’t lose your fountain pen. Trust me.

5.  Using and filling a fountain pen is easy.  The first time or two I filled mine, it seemed like a  major undertaking, and my fingers were covered with blobs of green ink.  Now it is nothing–takes seconds, no mess, hardly a thought.  I very much enjoy it, actually–uncapping the pretty, shining ink bottle, a little moment of meditation in the middle of my day.

6.  The flow of ink helps us think. OK, this one is a little woo-woo, and I don’t know exactly how it works, but the smooth flow of ink from a fountain somehow links to my brain, and I find myself writing more, and possibly even better thoughts and words.

7.  It’s fun. Having a fountain pen and ink bottle just makes me happy, bringing more delight and beauty to my everyday life.

A couple thoughts on pen acquisition:

Economics: In this economy, it is difficult to recommend dropping $100 or more on a pen.  You can shop for vintage pens, often at a very good price, comb the drawers of your grandparents for old pens, and just generally keep your eyes out.  That said, it is absolutely true that a nicely priced pen will pay for itself rather early in its lifetime, and spending some time trying the many pens at a shop will insure that you find a pen and nib that fits your unique hand and needs. There are also some “budget” pens that work tolerably well.  Noodler’s makes a serviceable, basic pen with a built-in piston-fill mechanism for under $20; and people swear by their Lamy Safaris, under $35 (designed by a German architect, they are a bit industrial for my tastes, but work great…if you get one, make sure to get the converter also, which will make it refillable–sold seperately, about $5).  These pens do not offer the satisfying heft, or extra-smooth writing experience of a better pen, but they write well enough, can introduce us to the joy of “real” inks, and make a nice scritchy sound on the page, very much like Charlotte Bronte’s quill nib as she penned Villette.

I carry this inexpensive Noodler's pen in my satchel with my diary/sketchbook. I like the fine nib for this purpose. The pen is filled with brown ink, softer than black, and lending a nice old-fashioned look to my scribbles.

Pens as Gifts: A fountain pen makes a wonderful, symbolic gift.  But because pens are so personal–the feel in the hand, the width of the nib, the way a pen writes on a person’s favorite paper–I highly recommend giving a gift card to the pen shop, or a handmade “Outing for Lunch and Trip to the Fine Writing Counter” coupon, so your loved one can choose the pen that best suits her.

Make sure your pen either comes with a converter for refilling with liquid inks, or that one is available for it.  Some cheaper pens will only take disposable cartridges, which to my mind defeats the whole purpose.

Less waste, more joy in daily life, more beauty in the world.  There is very little reason to use a “normal” pen, almost ever.  Let’s switch. Find a pen that feels right, fall in love with an ink color, make it yours.  I hope you’ll join me in this writing revolution, and carry your friends and loved ones along.

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Chickenomics: It’s More than Money

March 3rd, 2011

It’s that time of year:  downy little peepings are starting to be heard at feed stores across the country.  Some of us are enlivening backyard flocks with a few new chicks (we are!) and many folks are thinking of starting urban coops for the first time.  I’ll be offering encouragment and advice in the coming weeks (including a post on breed selection), but for now I wanted to revisit this early post, which I’ve updated.  Lots of people ask me about the expense of chicken keeping, and how much we “save” now that we don’t buy eggs.  Save??? Um, well.  Not much.  Probably not anything.  But keeping urban chickens is about more than a straight monetary tally–I call this more expansive math Chickenomics.

In a post by our friends at Root Simple (the blog formerly known as Homegrown Evolution), I read a quote by the editor of Backyard Poultry Magazine, who said that whenever the economy tanks, their subscriptions soar.  This doesn’t make common sense–after all, unless you are supremely resourceful, it takes some money to get set-up for a backyard chicken flock.  The ongoing cost of chicken food isn’t that much less than eggs–and anyway, it’s certainly not buying eggs that is making or breaking us.  The current popularity of chickens might have to do with the economy, but it can’t be just about money.

Wondering over this, I picked up the phone and called Backyard Poultry‘s editor, Elaine Belanger.  “You’re right,” she told me. “On the surface, there is a myth that growing our own food will save money, and I get calls from these editors in New York writing chicken articles who think that’s what it’s all about.  But if you’ve raised chickens, you know that it’s something else.”  In troubled times with multiple crises–economic, ecological, global insecurity, swine flu–there’s a longing for  community, healthy self-reliance, food safety, connection to natural rhythms, and idyllic living.  Chickens give us a hands-on, tangible sense of satisfaction on all of these levels–it’s an emotional satisfaction.  But Belanger points out that the current resurgence in “homestead”-style practices, including chicken-keeping, pre-dates the economic crisis by about a year.  I believe we have just come through a long political cycle in this country that has left us feeling empty, and desperate for authenticity.  We are finding, and creating meaning in the most truly grassroots of actions–those that begin with our own household grass (another chicken benefit–they are adept at grass removal!).

Is Belanger cynical about the sudden faddishness of chickens, when she’s been preaching this lifestyle for over 20 years?  Not at all–she’s happy about it.  Thrilled, even.  And she’s quick to offer her own favorite reason for keeping chickens:  “Because it’s FUN.”

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Rice and Raisins for Breakfast

January 26th, 2011

I’ve carried a tattered little card with this recipe for rice and raisin “porridge” on it around with me since college. What a simple, quick, nourishing, yummy way to start the day, use leftover brown rice, and avoid the expense and waste of boxed cereal.  After all, how much oatmeal can one girl eat? Tom says, “I sort of like your hippy breakfast.”  Uh, thanks honey.  High praise!  It really is good…Enjoy.

Rice and Raisins for Breakfast

For two servings:

  • 1 scant cup of water
  • 1/3 cup raisins
  • 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon (or to taste)
  • 2 cups of cooked brown rice (can be cold, right out of the fridge)
  • 2 tablespoons toasted sunflower seeds (I prefer salted sunflower seeds, as I like the mix of sweet raisins and salty nuts, but you can use unsalted if you prefer.  And I always toast them, even if they are “roasted and salted,” because they are so yummy when freshly toasted–hot, brown, and almost popping…)

Bring the water, raisins, and cinnamon to a boil.  Layer the rice over the top, cover, lower heat, and simmer for five minutes.  Sprinkle with the toasted sunnies and eat up!

You might also enjoy Tangled Nest Granola.

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Sledding in the Dark

January 12th, 2011

Last night, just as the forecasters said it would, snow began to fall at about 6:30.  The entire city had been holding its breath, waiting, and we were not disappointed.  We were hit with a gorgeous, swirling blizzard, right on schedule.  The forecasters also told us that the snow would turn to rain and become a slushy mess before morning, but at 10 p.m. it was lovely–a couple of untouched, fluffy inches, with more billowing down.

It was late for Claire to go to sleep on a school night, and just as I was finally pushing her upstairs, I said, “Honey, let’s watch out the window just a bit longer–the snow will be gone by morning.”  But then I revised–”Hey, let’s bundle up and go outside!  We might not get any more snow this entire year!”  She stared at me.  “Yeah, right.  No, you don’t mean it.  Really?  REALLY???”  We all pulled coats, hats, and mittens over our pajamas and trundled into the night.  So lovely and quiet, and no one out!  We had snowball fights, listened to our soft crunching feet, and made snowballs for Tom to juggle. 

Snow Juggling on 1-1-11 from Tangled Nest on Vimeo.

We sledded down our hill in the dark dark dark.  We laughed ourselves silly.  We were reminded:  Go outside.  Break our own rules.  Don’t miss out.  The wild gifts of nature are so worth it.  (Which does not mean that I’m out trudging happily about in the morning sludge.  What a mess!  But I do think it calls for a nice second cup of coffee…)

Sledding on 1-11-11 in our pajamas! from Tangled Nest on Vimeo.

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Chicken Dust Baths in Winter

January 11th, 2011

We looked out one recent morning to see Esmeralda and Marigold buried up to their necks in the cold frame, right behind the last of the arugula.

Esmeralda. Marigold wouldn't stay for the photo...

It was a very cute little scene, but also an essential reminder for the urban chicken farmer.  In the dripping Seattle winter, there is not much dry dirt to be found.  Where is a girl chicken to bathe?  Chickens need dust baths to keep their skin healthy–fluffing in dry soil helps to release essential oils in the skin, and prevent nasty ectoparasites.  They also just seem to enjoy it, finding a calm comfort in excavating and inhabiting their earthen holes.  In this wet/snowy weather, let’s all remember to keep some outdoor covered space for the chickens where the dirt will stay dry and loose.  A propped-open cold frame is perfect, as my girls taught me, and I’m also keeping the space under the coop open and available to them.

Wishing a peaceful winter, warm baths, and healthy skin to all–feathered and not.

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