Thursday, May 26, 2011

Indian Ridge Farm

There are certain people in this world that bring out certain qualities about yourself. I know I laugh and drool more than is socially acceptable, but when I’m with Fumie Hiromitsu, multiply that frequency by like a hundred... million... billion... raised to the tenth power.

Fumie and I met our freshman at Colorado State University. She really amplifies my inner second grader, giggling school girl side, and I do the same for her.

Fumie and Paula in the back of David at Indian Ridge Farm

I got into Norwood late Monday evening and after a broken up Skype call with Fumie, I had spotty directions at best. They were something like, turn left, left again and find the Rav4, you can park there. Well I came into Norwood and totally missed my turn. Thankfully there was a sheriff parked on the side of the road, waiting to catch someone in a speed trap. Fortunately I was barley puttzing along in first gear trying to read the road signs with my dimmed head lights and lack of brights. I pulled up next to him and he was happy to escort me to Indian Ridge Farm, what a welcome!

The weather was rainy and snowy the whole time. Oh I missed Colorado. A Baja winter was nice, but what a treat to be back.

Working with Fumie, Paula, Barkely and Tony was a real blast. They have a CSA and full-fledged chicken opperation, oh yeah a bakery too. Paula keeps a blog, you can find her and follow along on their season at They were great, they even let me act like a farmer again.

Every day the four switch off making lunch. Since I have been working hard on perfecting one good Mexican dish, I thought I would jump in rotation. Check out the delicious goat cheese and spinach enchaladas and homemade refried beans, amongst other things

We got a fresh batch of baby chicks, so cute! When they come, the USPS delivers them to the post office, boxed up and chirpping their little heads off. When you put them in their new home, they have never ate or drank, only being one day old, so you have to teach them. I got the lovely job or dipping each of the 156 little beaks into the water feeder, for their first drink. It was absolutely precious.

When I finished and decided it was time to leave all the little babies and join Fum and Paula back in the field, I realized I had been locked in the brooder. I was there probably thirty to forty-five minutes before I was rescued. I can certainly think of worse places to be locked up.

Ok, Ok. I’m into chicks. Who wouldn’t be?

It was great getting my hands dirty again. I have litterally been planting seeds all over the west. I can’t wait to come back to the farm and see how the season is coming along. I look forward to following Paula’s blog and returning in September for another few days of farm work!


At May 26, 2011 at 10:31 AM , Blogger Acey said...

You are a modern day extreme Johnny Apple seed.


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