Today I Scooped Poop.
It was a beautiful day at the farm. The sun was shinning and plants with shades of green, red and purple were in abundance. Laura and I started by harvesting arugula. A lot of arugula. It wasn’t going to be sold at the farmers market so it would either be composted or we could take it home to eat it. It was enough to feed an army, so we got talking about all the different things we could do with arugula. We talked about different salad options. I suggested pesto. She suggested preserving it by freezing it in olive oil (she had heard about doing this with basil). I questioned whether it could be cooked like spinach. What a wonderful little arugula brainstorm.
Laura began to tell me how her boyfriend was a fashion photographer and spent all his time in Soho and she found it humorous how different her life was here farming. She asked me where I lived. I told her Soho, and added that I used to work in fashion. Next, it was onto check on the chickens. When I opened their coop, I was so excited to see an egg - our first egg! The only problem, was that it was deep inside and I would practically need to crawl in the whole thing to get it - through their poop, spilled feed and all. Laura started chanting, “go Soho girl, do it,” so I climbed in and got it.
Laura needed to leave shortly after, and I finished up the tasks around the farm. I sat on the deck for a bit too and had a peaceful quiet moment looking back and forth between the water and the green farm. I was also waiting for a call back from the head farmer Annie as I needed some instruction on a task I had yet to do on the farm - clean the rabbit cage. She told me what to do, and it seemed easy enough - but, oh was I wrong. I had to basically scrape a combination of pee and poop that was completely matted down in their cages, all while having three large rabbits staring at me and in one instance bite me (I knew it was a smart decision to wear those gloves). The front part of the cage was bad, but I pushed through it and got it done. Cleaning the back part was near impossible, and I felt like at any moment all three rabbits were going to launch at me, and kill me. I felt like the guy in 127 hours as he is cutting off his hand to get free, and he knows it is crazy, but he knows it is the only way out. I know this may seem like an extreme comparison, but that is how I felt while scooping poop today.
Not to worry, I had a wonderful ending to the day. I put together a delicious meal - arugula and radish salad with a fried egg with chickpeas and garlic (the first three ingredients from the farm).