NYT article on backyard hens

Just one of many creative and attractive coops that backyard hen keepers like to make. Image by lord marmalade via Flickr

The article makes the argument that eggs are cheaper in the store than keeping hens. So what?

A local LOVESalem correspondent went on the Portland Tour de Coops this year. She not only had a wonderful time introducing her five-year-old chaperone to chickens (he was smitten), she also saw how important the hens were to making the tour locations more sustainable -- and better prepared for emergencies.

Calling Salem Chessplayers (all ages; humans only though)

Very poor loser. Image by eNil via Flickr

A new chess club is forming to offer players an opportunity to play in the evenings in the downtown area and to complement the existing Salem Chess Club, which meets on Saturday afternoons in the West Salem Library (1-5 p.m.).

We haven't got the final commitment from the venue yet, but it looks very good for a Monday night club at a very close-in downtown spot.

To find out when the first meeting will occur and to stay current on all the going-ons with the new "Capitol Chess Club," join the club's googlegroup (click that link). The googlegroup provides some webspace and an "announce only" email list, so you won't get any spam -- just info on chess in Salem on the east side of the river.

Anyone good at photoshop or similar? We need a logo of the Capitol building, with the Golden Pioneer replaced with a Golden King . . . Thanks!

Good luck with that

Image by terriem via Flickr

zuchini for sale (turner)

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i have lots of zuchini for sale. 25 cents ea or 5 for a $1

Pretty soon it will be the time of year when people keep even their old beaters locked, just to prevent people from putting zucchinis in them.

Intl. Energy Assn. chief economist: Oil peaks within 10 years

The zeppelin is our economy. The photo is of our economy reacting once the implications of ever-scarcer oil supplies at ever-higher prices sink in and make the recent credit collapse look like a Sunday picnic. Image by e-strategyblog.com via Flickr

Given the incendiary nature of the warning -- essentially an announcement that all global economic growth ends when its key ingredient starts becoming more and more scarce -- you can't fault him too much for trying to get in via sleight of hand of saying that it was still a future event foretold (rather than a recent event becoming more evident every day). We can expect all similarly situated experts to continuously sound the warning about the "impending" problem right up to the instant that they start saying that, "Wups, it appears we peaked a few years ago." At which point our economic bubble doesn't just burst -- it acts as if it was a Hindenberg-sized bubble of hydrogen all along.

This is going to have an effect on Salem (and everyplace else in the developed -- read, oil-addicted -- world) that is impossible to overstate. For starts, since all human activity starts with food, it means that distant food is going to quickly become an unaffordable luxury for most of us . . . a distant memory as it were. It also means that we have only a few years to invest real money and, even more important, a lot of time in learning to do agriculture without abundant fossil fuels, and to build soil health as much as possible wherever we are, because that is the true foundation of our economy.

It's time for us to act with dispatch and purpose, because it will be much harder to act when the economy is collapsing around our ears. Dmitry Orlov's prescient book "Reinventing Collapse" has much to offer here, based on the example of the collapse Soviet Union. We need to start preparing ourselves for having the props drop out from under what we think of as "the way things are." That phrase needs to be excised from our minds -- because "the way things are" is going to be undergoing a tremendous upheaval in the next decade.

One thing we very much need is to start reducing the resources that we're squandering on the military and start redirecting them towards enhancing our capability to feed ourselves using minimal or no fossil fuel inputs.

I propose that Oregon start by establishing an OATC (Oregon Agricultural Transition Corps) program along the lines of the Pentagon's ROTC programs: full ride scholarships + books + monthly stipend + summer internships to students who would major in low-input agriculture, horticulture, and animal husbandry and commit to serving some time (one year for each year in the program, for example) working in county extension offices supporting local farmers and gardeners throughout Oregon. Think of this as Master Gardeners on steroids, or "education as if eating mattered." Because we need a whole lot more people to be a lot more intimately involved with their food once we can no longer make up for our ignorance and disconnection from our land with fossil fuels.

Imagine bountiful fruiting street trees

Image via Wikipedia

A local writer sent a note to the Salem-Locavores list asking about urban foraging:

Does anyone forage fruit on public land or neighborhood trees that overhang sidewalks, fences, etc.? I'm working on a story . . . about urban foraging, and I was hoping to talk to some folks about it. I know there are a few projects up in Portland like the Portland Fruit Tree Project, but I wasn't sure if there was anything organized in Salem or if there are people just doing it on their own.

Which again caused me to think that Salem -- the Cherry City -- should promote and encourage this with a sustained effort to use fruiting trees as street trees. Many people look askance at that, but if we had an "adopt a tree" program like we have "adopt a highway," "adopt a park," "adopt a classroom" and similar programs, we can ensure that each tree would have a caretaker.

The idea is that, whenever a street tree -- a tree in the parking strip between the sidewalk and the curb, the area the city controls -- needs to be planted or replaced, we offer the resident or business at that address the option of having the city plant a fruiting tree suitable for this area, selected by a local nursery and the city's urban forester, paid for by the would-be adoptive parent(s).

People could also have "joint custody." Say a resident/business at the address wouldn't mind a fruiting tree but isn't interested in caring for it (or is physically unable to do so). In that case, the resident and a neighbor could ask for "joint custody," with the neighbor providing the care and the resident providing the water.

Figs, plums, cherries, apples, pears, peaches, asian pears, persimmons, etc. There are a wealth of varieties that are well-suited to this area. By having a managed program coordinated throughout the city, we can ensure that only suitable, disease-resistant varieties are selected and that the eventual size of the tree is properly considered for each spot (along with sun requirements, etc.)

This would be a formal city urban forestry program -- the city would keep an "adoption registry" linked through the city website and offer, with the OSU extension and the Food Share, training and support for people who adopt a tree. The Extension and the Food Share could offer classes on caring for fruit trees, pest management, and preserving and using the food.

If a tree's "parent" moves away or can no longer keep caring for the tree, or if the person is not doing a good job, it goes on the adoption registry for a new "adoptive parent."

The signups and coordination (and much of the training) can all be done through a website, and every adoption would be listed on the website, so residents and caretakers would be encouraged to take good care of the trees they adopt (and could post pictures, harvest yields, etc.).

Think of how much good local fruit we could be enjoying in ten years using only the space we already have available near our homes and businesses. Think of the benefit to community health and wellness from having an increased supply of affordable local fruits, and the educational benefits. Imagine the benefit to local pollinators of an abundance of fruit trees throughout the city.

What's not to like? Totally voluntary, paid for by the participants, and an increase in the supply of fresh, local fruits from trees thoughtfully chosen to be right for the spot and cared for by motivated urban residents.

Another reason not to reduce agriculture in Minto Brown Island Park

There's no reason that agriculture and enjoyment of the park should be viewed as conflicting. Image by Mr.Thomas via Flickr

Nick Kristof, a native Oregonian, has an outstanding column today about "nature deficit disorder" -- the increasing tyranny of electronic doodads that dominate kids' lives and the paucity of contact with the natural world.

How to Lick a Slug

While backpacking here with my 11-year-old daughter, I kept thinking of something tragic: so few kids these days know what happens when you lick a big yellow banana slug.

My daughter and I were recuperating in a (banana slug-infested) wilderness from a surfeit of civilization. On our second day on the Pacific Crest Trail, we were exhausted after nearly 20 miles of hiking, our feet ached, and ravenous mosquitoes were persecuting us. Dusk was falling, but no formal campsite was within miles.

So we set out a groundsheet and our sleeping bags on the soft grass of a ridge, so that the winds would blow the mosquitoes away. Our dog looked aghast (“Ugh, where’s my bed?!”), but sulkily curled up beside us. As far as we could tell, there was no other hiker within a half-day’s journey in any direction.

We debated whether to put up our light tarp to protect us from rain. “No need,” I advised my daughter patronizingly. “There’s zero chance it’ll rain. And it’ll be more fun to be able to look up at shooting stars.”

It was, until we awoke at 4 a.m. to a freezing drizzle.

The rain not only punctured the doctrine of Paternal Infallibility but also offered one of nature’s dazzlingly important lessons in perspective, reminding us that we’re just tenants — and ones without much sway.

Such time in the wilderness is part of our family’s summer ritual, a time to hit the “reset” switch and escape deadlines and BlackBerrys. We spend the time fretting instead about blisters, river crossings and rain, and the experiences offer us lessons on inner peace and life’s meaning — cheap and effective therapy, without the couch.

All this comes to mind because for most of us in the industrialized world, nature is a rarer and rarer part of our lives. Children for 1,000 generations grew up exploring fields, itching with poison oak and discovering the hard way what a wasp nest looks like. That’s no longer true.

Paul, a fourth grader in San Diego, put it this way: “I like to play indoors better, ’cause that’s where all the electrical outlets are.” Paul was quoted in a thoughtful book by Richard Louv, “Last Child in the Woods,” that argued that baby boomers “may constitute the last generation of Americans to share an intimate, familial attachment to the land and water.”

Only 2 percent of American households now live on farms, compared with 40 percent in 1900. Suburban childhood that once meant catching snakes in fields now means sanitized video play dates scheduled a week in advance. One study of three generations of 9-year-olds found that by 1990 the radius from the house in which they were allowed to roam freely was only one-ninth as great as it had been in 1970.

A British study found that children could more easily identify Japanese cartoon characters like Pikachu, Metapod and Wigglytuff than they could native animals and plants, like otter, oak and beetle.

Mr. Louv calls this “nature deficit disorder,” and he links it to increases in depression, obesity and attention deficit disorder. I don’t know about all that, although his book does cite a study indicating that watching fish lowers blood pressure significantly. (That’s how to cut health costs: hand out goldfish instead of heart medicine!)

One problem may be that the American environmental movement has focused so much on preserving nature that it has neglected to do enough to preserve a constituency for nature. It’s important not only to save forests, but also to promote camping, hiking, bouldering and white-water rafting so that people care about saving those forests.

One sign of trouble: the number of visits to America’s national parks has been slipping for more than a decade. Likewise, Europe and Canada have both done an excellent job of building networks of long-distance hiking trails, while the U.S. has trouble maintaining the trails it has.

One of our family’s annual backpacks is the 40-mile Timberline Trail circuit around Mount Hood, crossing snowfields and dazzling alpine fields of flowers. In years when we’re particularly addled, we hike it as many as three times. But a washout almost three years ago left part of this gorgeous trail — completed in the 1930s — officially closed, and unofficially rather difficult to get by. Here’s a spectacular trail that was built in the last depression, and we can’t even sustain it.

So let’s protect nature, yes, but let’s also maintain trails, restore the Forest Service and support programs that get young people rained on in the woods. Let’s acknowledge that getting kids awed by nature is as important as getting them reading.

Oh, and the slug? Time was, most kids knew that if you licked the underside of a banana slug, your tongue went numb. Better that than have them numb their senses staying cooped up inside.

Well, if we're worried about nature deficit, doesn't it make sense to reduce the agricultural acreage and increase the "restored" naturescape in the park? No, for a number of reasons.

First, agriculture is natural. Agriculture is how humanity earns its living, just like herons fish and eat frogs and slugs eat plants. For all intents and purposes, every calorie we eat derives from farming, directly (plant foods) or indirectly (animals nourished on crops). When you reduce this basic and essential human activity in the park, you reduce the park to a monoculture just like the suburban sprawl that surrounds this gem. People whose conception of nature means "no agriculture" have an impoverished view of nature and man's place in it -- they see man as outside of nature, able to observe it at a distance, rather than a being whose every molecule is part of the web of life, whose every sip of water has been shared by innumerable other creatures. Children (and adults) LOVE to watch agriculture when it is done at a human scale, as it is in Minto Brown Island Park -- and it can be even more so if we preserve the right to use that land for farming (the way the farmers who deeded the land to the City thought it would be preserved).

Second, most of the park already is "natural" in the sense of being undeveloped (no structures or permanent habitations). Of the 900 acres in the park, the 200 acres proposed to be locked away forever include some of the highest, driest ground in the park, two small parcels on either side of a legacy cherry grove -- a place where chemical sprays were never used and, therefore, a place easily converted to organic production. Oddly, the most regularly flooded ag land in the park is not amongst the acres proposed for this "conservation."

Third, the idea that simply "restoring" acreage to plantings similar to those found in undisturbed parcels is inviting is wrong. The most inviting and appealing acreage in the park ARE the agricultural lands and the boundaries surrounding them. In nature, boundaries (ocean/land, forest/field, prairie/lake, reef/sea, etc.) are the most interesting and biologically richest places of all. Replant the 200 acres into black cottonwoods and you will soon have a place that few children will go to, even if their parents let them.

The Minto Brown Island Park Master Plan calls for agriculture to be continued -- not reduced, and for conversion to organic agriculture. We have a unique opportunity to increase the natural diversity in our park in a way that puts humans into the natural world, rather than defining nature as a place where humans are excluded or limited to defined paths. If we want to have "naturally literate" future generations, we need to have places where they can see humans being part of nature, rather than just observing it through a windshield or on park display signs.

UPDATE: August Salem Monthly has a small story on this.

Says a thousand thousands of words

Minto Survey

Image by voodooangel via Flickr

A friend writes:

As some of you know, I've been following the proposed use of federal economic stimulus money to create a conservation easement in Salem's Minto Brown Park [which will forever bar any kind of agriculture from 200 acres of the park, most of which are currently being cultivated]. On August 10, the City Council will decide whether or not to accept the Feds' offer. It's hard to know how people would react to the changes the easement would create in the park.

So here's an unofficial, 4-question survey being conducted by a Salem resident to assess people's feelings about the proposed changes.

No Ikea in Salem, but great stuff anyway

The IkeaHacker website is full of creative ways to use bits and pieces of stuff from Ikea -- including this elegant design for a quick and easy coldframe, a Salem essential for stretching the fall harvest (sometimes through the winter entirely) and for getting an early start on spring and summer delights.

Not a local business though -- so just make a list of ideas and then remember to stop at Ikea when some you're up there near the Portland airport for some other reason.

New brewpub in NE Salem??

Hops -- the source of the phrase "hopped up?" Image by joelplutchak via Flickr

The nice folks who run the Willamette Noodle Company (whose veggie mac and cheese is to die or even murder for) have put a cryptic hint in their newsletter that suggests that we may have even more to love about Salem soon --- a new brewpub would be my guess (since grapes grow in Colombia too):

Boy you are all a curious bunch! Yes, something new is still "Brewing" for our little Broadway location... and the hints will start soon as to what's coming! Awww... what the heck - I'll give you one now. If I was a betting woman I would pick something that is brewed with something grown in Oregon as opposed to, say, Columbia [sic]. :) Happy guessing!

Sincerely,
Janet & Robert
Willamette Noodle Company