Sustainability at home.
The idea of this is based on a romantic ideal, the return to a better
world, one rooted in the soil, living
enriched lives with our children who chase chooks and gather eggs while we pick
apples for a good old fashioned home baked pie. Roll out those neat ordered
rows of vegies like custom made wallpaper of our sustainability dreams. Yeah,
right.
Until recently I’ve
had just a few, small, relatively short lived crisis’s of sustainability faith,
but then I chanced upon an advertisement
and it changed me.
The advertisement’s for a scheme where you can rent a chook
and a portable chook pen to set up in
your backyard. So far, so good. It’s the rest of the ad that had me reeling.
Now you’ve rented your chook, you’ll need a chook leash, you know, to take it
for a walk. Hmmm, that’s weird and contrary to the nature of the average chook.
Can’t imagine they’ll take to that in a hurry. But it’s the next part that had
me. We all know that chooks are famous
for pooping. To avoid the embarrassment
of a gloopy poopy you can purchase chook nappies. It was right there in black
and white, chook nappies. That’s when I realised that this whole concept of
sustainability at home had simply got out of hand. I know people want to make a
living, and they’re great at coming up with ingenious ways to reduce our water
use while creating an income, and for the most part these are commendable. But the chook nappy - it opened my eyes. I am
no longer the same person because of the chook nappy. The chook nappy is crappy. To mix my birds, it’s the canary in the cage,
the feathered aviarian that tells us that things are not well in the
mainstream, backyard push for a sustainable lifestyle.
So I figure this is a great opportunity to address this
issue. Usually I write about my family’s adventure in backyard sustainability,
where we challenged ourselves to go six months
without spending a dollar on food, power, water, fuel or basically
anything but pay the mortgage, rates, insurances while living on a suburban
block. We did that in Queensland in 2005.
We did bizarre things like grow our own toilet paper, eat garden snails, kept a
goat in the backyard and even went without chocolate. We wrote about it in the book Living the Good Life, it
details the ups and down’s of the six months, lots of recipes and facts, a row
of raves designed to enlighten and enliven, even maybe make you laugh. It
doesn’t romanticise sustainability and there’s not one chook nappy involved.
Instead I’m writing about the Ten popular misconceptions of
a sustainable lifestyle.
Myth One - Everyone loves animals, it’s
great to raise your own.
Animals
bust down fences, fly over them, poke holes in them with their heads, they lean
on them, they dig under them, they can lift gates off hinges, and snap 6 inch
batten screws. All because they love the
things that we love to eat, and with half a chance they will scratch them out
of the ground, and annihilate them in less time than it takes you to grab your
pitchfork. Repeatedly.
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Anyone
who thinks those nice white fluffy sheep
are peaceful creatures should see mine. They’re noisy, insistent, greedy,
they’re forever sorting out their pecking order with the goats. You can hear it
while you’re in the garden. The kind of
thud you feel through your feet the same time you do your ears. The goats ate
the blackberries. Our block was so overgrown that several cars were later found
buried deep in them. Kind of a house sale bonus –the cars are now
gone, and so are the blackberries. The goats ate the blackberries, but not the
cars. Which was great, but they’ve
also ring barked my sugar maples. One
goat, let’s call her Peg, is so smart she can open gates and take the lids off
buckets. She did this recently. Apart from having a big feed herself, she let
all the sheep in too and they almost ate themselves to death. Pegs smart. But the pigs weren’t about to be
outdone. They must have witnessed this
transgression and decided on one of their own. You’ve got to respect them for their ability to upend
a battery on the wrong side of the electric fence and break out. Being shorter
in nature, they didn’t even bother with trying to outwit the latch, a pig, let’s
call her Browny, stuck her nose under the shed door and, well now it kind of
hangs there a sad and buckled testament to our failed understanding of a pigs
strength.
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Pigs
are not delicate creatures. When Browny
got into the shed she too wanted to remove the feed bin lids. So she trampled
them till their poor buckled sides gave and the bucket lids popped off. She
scoffed sufficient food to feed several tribes of starving Africans in five
minutes. Pigs are amazing animals, they
tell you they plough your paddock for you, and they do. But you have to put a
formidable amount of food into their tank for them to keep up the good work. They also turned me into someone out of a hill
billy movie. Because I can now soo-eeee! like the best of them. And when they
coming running downhill towards you at great speed you worry about your kneecaps.
Our
nappiless chooks, are past masters at seedling removal. And I’ll never forget
the time I put them in the paddock with all my lovely tall sunflowers and
looked out to see them like jumping beans, leaping up and pecking out the
hearts. And you don’t want to get me started on about ducks. I have ducks that have a 90% to 10% fart to
duck ratio. It’s outrageous and while I’m ducking for cover I can’t help
thinking of all the methane production.
Animals are not easy.
Tomorrow: Myth two - Gardening is easy – sow the
seeds in a row, watch em grow.