Helena turns 10 on Thursday and because it’s her birthday week I thought to cook her favourite meals. The first of which is chicken pie. Helena when you read this post years from now I hope you appreciate the sacrifice Henny Penny has made for your birthday.

How does one take a picture of a pile of dirt. Now it measures about 5 by 1 by 1 meter deep. Then it was a pile of garden refuse waiting to be collected. For those who have an appreciation of an active compost pile you will know the feeling of reward and patience and having a buddy with a bakkie who never sticks to a schedule.
Let’s backtrack a bit, a farming buddy called Ron Clark from living hope introduces me to a whole new way of thinking about natural processes. He shares some basics of composting from an organisation called farming gods way and after a few hours of back breaking makaka work we have a cold pile of dirt. . This word was introduced to me by a neighbor called Allen. Vuyani and I spend hours making this pile of dried grass and branches and horse manure. The pile was huge and imagine his face when he arrived to work the next Saturday to be told that the ginormous compost piled needed to be turned by hand. And this last Saturday the pile is finally turned for the 3rd time. With a bit of compost activator, earthworms and litres of my very own urine. I woke up to that sweet smell of humus. Nothing like it. Black gold!! I cannot contain my excitement.
I don’t have thermometer but find a metal rod. This is warm to touch and I am very happy to be home steading. What will the next project be. The chickens and their eggs, maybe. Let’s leave that for another day. They spend many hours scrabbling on and around the compost pile scoring worms and insects by the millions indeed.

Names anyone. She has been with us for about a month. She has something of a personality and provides us with a egg a day. So I figure she is worth naming. Henny Penny has already been taken. Names anyone?