Animals (and their Poop) Transform Gardens into Urban Farms

| June 13, 2012 | 2 Comments
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Under a robin’s egg blue sky, bees flit among swaying violet flowers, next to beds of massive emerald lettuce, while sun-dappled apricots dangle temptingly from the tree. It’s the perfect place to talk poop with K. Ruby Blume, owner of Beegrrl Gardens, and founder of the Institute of Urban Homesteading, which sponsored a recent tour of 7 urban farms.

K. Ruby Blume
K. Ruby Blume

The East Bay farms, in this second annual tour, are close enough in proximity that visitors can explore several in one afternoon. (This writer toured 3 of the 7). Blume’s criteria for picking this year’s crop of farms was that they all do food production, include an extra feature of deeper sustainability such as a pond, mushroom bed or use of grey water and are home to at least 2 species of animals.

“Since growing vegetables and fruit takes nutrients out of the soil, you can either put those nutrients back with chemicals or with manure. Animals close the loop with poop.”

But it has to be the right kind of poop, Blume explains. “Pig and cow poop is smelly and squishy and not something you want to deal with. It also contains too much nitrogen, so it needs to be aged or it would burn your vegetable beds. Rabbit or goat poop is perfect, dry and not too rich in nitrogen, so it can be applied to your planting beds right away.”

beegrrl Collage

Beegrrl Gardens

Blume’s own backyard farm, Beegrrl Gardens, features more than 200 species of plants (including 18 fruit trees, 7 kinds of berries and stunningly healthy looking vegetables) a covey of quail, a colony of rabbits, 2 beehive systems, a bathtub bog and a vine of climbing hops that you can practically see inching its way to the roof.

Her tour begins with generous samples of homemade ginger beer, strawberry soda, apricot jam, strawberry honey, butter, feta and rye buckwheat bread. Walking through Blume’s prodigious produce, the dozen or so eager tour-goers pose questions about grey water systems, fending off raccoons, and how she deals with aging rabbits. Blume answers, “I want them to have a happy life and then dispatch them in the most humane way possible.”

A Berkeley native, who describes herself as “the normal kid of hippie parents,” Blume has always loved plants. When someone left her some bees for safekeeping, but never returned for them, she was “bitten.” After keeping bees for 15 years, she ventured into cheese making and currently teaches an amazing array of homesteading arts, including organic gardening, bee keeping, rabbit butchery and tanning, cheese making, canning, mead brewing, fermentation, as well as hand sewing, mosaics and ceramics at the Institute. She is also co-author of the book Urban Homesteading.

quail and book

While she provides her quail a pan of diatomaceous earth and watches them revel in a little earth bath, Blume says, “My goal with these farm tours is to inspire visitors by giving them a sense of what’s possible in the city and show how doable it is.”

Tiny Berkeley Garden

Kristin Stromberg discovered that tending her, aptly named, Tiny Berkeley Garden is as much about growing community as it is about raising food crops on the petite front and back plots of her Berkeley home. During her tour, she hands out large purplish green leaves from her perennial tree collard to anyone who asks, so they can root their own plant at home. Passersby are encouraged to sample the pineapple-flavored, bright orange fruit hiding in the papery husks of her groundcherry, (aka cape gooseberry). Stromberg points to the gorgeous artichokes that one enthusiastic neighbor admired so much that Stromberg gave her a perfect green globe to take home. “Before I had my garden, I just knew a few of my neighbors, but now I know everyone! When my pumpkins came up last year I had all the neighborhood kids asking when they would be ready.”

Kristen Stromberg
Kristen Stromberg

Planting Justice, an Oakland non-profit, helped Stromberg clean out her overgrown yard, lay sheet mulch and plant the crops she requested. The front yard features herbs and flowers to attract butterflies and bees, with peppers, pumpkins, tomato plants, fuji apple and comice pear trees plus sage lemon verbena, basil and yarrow. In the back, she has asparagus, corn, kale, radish, carrots, zucchini, berries plus fig, plum, pluot and apricot trees. Her wooden coop houses 3 rabbits and 5 chickens. Besides providing eggs, the chickens scratch up the rabbit poop with the soil so she can use it on her planting beds.

tiny  berkeley garden collage

Stromberg describes how the 3 rabbits she had originally picked out somehow turned into 16 by the time she came back to pick them up after a planned trip and now she happens to have frozen rabbit meat in her freezer. One tour-goer offered to buy some rabbit meat to make a French stew, but Stromberg suggested trading her meat for his recipe. A software developer who works from home, Stromberg takes breaks from the computer to feed her animals, water the plants or just sit on the white metal bench in her back yard to watch her brood cavort, or as she calls it “chicken TV.”

Nicolas and gazpacho
Nicolas Sheon and Gazpacho

Indigoat Farms

Two week-old baby goats, named Gazpacho and Violet, enchant both child and adult visitors to Indigoat Farms. The feisty brother and sister are willing to be cuddled and petted for just a moment, but soon wriggle away to practice their head-butting skills. For Nicolas and Susannah Sheon, who already kept a brood of chickens in their Oakland backyard, the leap to goats was inspired by the need for a dairy queen with a name. “Four years ago, our oldest daughter was 14 and vegan,” Nicolas tells the rapt crowd. “ We were worried because she didn’t seem to be getting enough nourishment. She called herself a ‘politarian,’ meaning that she was opposed to the treatment of factory-raised animals. But then we discovered a farmer selling goat cheese at the Grand Lake Farmers Market, who posted pictures of his goats along with their names. Our daughter said, ‘I’ll eat dairy if it comes from a goat I know.’”

With advice and mentoring from Jim Montgomery of Green Faerie Farm, the Sheons chose to raise sweet-natured Oberhasli goats, who are relatively quiet (in deference to their neighbors). These Swiss alpine goats love to run up and down ramps the Sheons built for them to connect to a tree house. Neighborhood children adore the goats and often come by to visit or greet them when Nicolas takes them for walks (on leashes) through the local streets.

indigoat Collage

The family’s chickens and goats get along well. Chickens turn up the soil where the goats pee so it doesn’t smell. And the goats scare away any hungry raccoons. Goat pellets have no odor, so the Sheons can use them directly on their vegetable garden.

A medical anthropologist at UCSF by day, Nicholas has mastered the art of making goat feta, Gouda, mold-ripened Valençay and a special cheese with preserved lemons, which pairs beautifully with wife Susannah’s jams. He milks the goats twice daily, which he sees not as a chore, but as an enjoyable and therapeutic hobby. The family has three mature female goats and when need arises, uses the stud services of Montgomery’s buck Bruno, who, Nicolas explains, “comes over for a week-long slumber party and gets everyone pregnant. He’s quite a player.”

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My passion is exploring the connection between food and culture. I write regularly for Oakland and Alameda Magazines and Berkeleyside's NOSH. My blog, East Bay Ethnic Eats, gives me an excuse to track down the only Bay Area baker making fresh filo dough or learn to stuff a dried eggplant with help from a Turkish immigrant. Culture is the thread that ties together my several careers. As a sign language interpreter, educator and author, my study of Deaf culture has taken me around the world, where I fell madly in love with seed-strewn Danish bread, attacked platters of French shellfish with a small arsenal of tools and sampled a Japanese breakfast so fresh it wiggled. I'm also an epicurean concierge for Edible Excursions Japan town tours (that I lead in either English or ASL). And when I conduct in-depth cultural trainings for foreign workers being transferred to the Bay Area, I am sure to discuss the delights of doggie bags and the mystery of American restaurants serving ice water in the dead of winter. I can be found tweeting @EBEthniceats
  • Mingusthecat

    They are so lucky to have their own homes with yards, because this is how food should be grown.  I grew up in S.F. in the fog, but my dad still grew a few edibles, and we had an apple tree which had the perfect green apples for pies. As I grew older my love for growing things kept going, twenties = house plants and plants on my stairs in my rental. Thirties I had my first house in Oregon with apples, and some veggies. Forties = moved to Southern CA to a place inland almost to hot to grow much. I did have a over wintering Basil plant (amazing), and used cinderblock to make a raised bed on concrete to thwart the gophers. Grew herbs, zucchini, lettuce, and more herbs. Fifties, moved on to Denver which has a very quick growing season. Used a raised bed with another raised bed placed on top of the first, for deep rooting plants. Grew tons of Russian tomatoes (to me one of the best flavored… with such deep burgundy colors) along with eggplant, zucchini, and lots of other wonderful food plants. Alas, we had to sell and did just as the market crashed, but we still lost our shirts, and ended moving back to San Francisco to be near family.  Now I rent in a more sunny area then I grew up, and I have two plots in a Community garden.  I miss being able to grow tomatoes, one of the best fresh treats you can have in a garden, but it has been fun learning about other things like Fava beans.
    Please keep the movement going!!
    One day I hope to have my own yard again, and with a little warmth, water, and soil, begin to heal my soul. 

  • Rachel Trachten

    What a terrific story — it’s amazing to learn all that’s happening in our own East Bay backyard.