I've been filming since Sunday. Am pretty tired, but have to get up again tomorrow at 5:30 to get to Gail's just after the sun rises over the hill to the East of her deer pasture. The light at that time is spectacular.
Gail's dogs, Sam and Cinder, got skunked the other night. We heard a loud sort of wailing-yelp from the chicken house. Gail looked up from what she was doing and said "that's the sound they make when they've caught an animal... probably a rat." (The hen houses have rats -- and these dogs are incredible at catching them -- otherwise they eat too much expensive organic chicken feed.) A few minutes later, the two pooches came running to us. The scent of skunk was immediately obvious. It was so strong that I felt my sinuses burn. Gail and I searched the hen house but there was no sign of any casualties. Apparently the dogs slept on the porch that night.
Skunk fix: Gail mixes hydrogen peroxide with baking soda and wipes it onto the dogs coats with a wash cloth -- to neutralize the skunk's spray in their fur. I thought people used tomato juice -- Gail says that doesn't work. So there you have it. I realized I'd never experienced a skunk like this before -- only the lingering scent of one that's been run over on the highway.
But here's the real surprise... at least it was for me. Apparently skunks are big chicken-killers. I had no idea. So the dogs did a good job. All the hens were safe, and Sam and Cinder were smelling sweet again after Gail's skunk remedy. It wasn't fun for her, but Gail just takes all of this in stride.
Tomorrow morning I'll be shooting from on top of the higher roof of the second chicken house. That will allow me to film the deer without fences in the way, and hopefully they won't be disturbed by me. I'll be lying down on the roof with my camera on a "hi-hat" (which Gail's friend Jerry rigged for me today by attaching it to 3 blocks of wood -- for stability and so that my tripod handle clears the ground underneath.) The "hi-hat" allows me shoot with my tripod head, but it is super low to the ground. After I get set up on the roof, Gail will lure the deer down with corn, and I hope to get some good images of the baby fawns. Today Gail counted 21. They are pretty cute. And they can run like the wind.
Will let you know how it goes!!!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
|One of Gail's heirloom tomato plants in my garden 2011|
I'm getting ready to leave for a week of filming with Gail, and have the problem of who is going to tend my mammoth garden while I'm gone. Poor Lisa, my housemate, looked a bit shell-shocked when I asked her to water it.
|Squash plant from hell|
Besides bearing the burden of watering, Lisa is a bit overwhelmed by how a couple of this year's plants seem destined to take over her house, if not our entire Holmes Run neighborhood. Lisa has learned, since she invited me to share the house with her almost two years ago, that I have a great deal of trouble doing things in moderation. When I cook, I make enough to feed a small village. I'm certain this is the Ukrainian in me. Hey -- if you're going to feed a village, you need a few tomato plants.... But what my dear Lisa forgets is that she's the one who really got this started, by giving me a copy of the utterly brilliant Barbara Kingsolver's "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" on tape (wonderful -- a must read/listen !!!!). And then on top of that, she encouraged me to put in the raised bed in her yard!!! No wonder we're in this situation today.
|My "wimpy" garden, 2010|
But lest you think these recent influences are solely to blame, you must know that the roots of this new passion of mine go way back to Canada... where my dear Mom was the earliest culprit. She had me at her side every spring, when I was old enough to hold a garden spade, but our focus was bedding plants. As the 4th kid in our family, she'd pretty much run out of steam for the hard work of vegetable gardening by the time I was old enough to help. So each year she slapped those snapdragons in the ground, and they were allowed to grow wild for the 20 sec. long Edmonton growing season (okay, it was about 2 months between frosts). At the end of all this, I knew how to dig around in the rich Albertan clay, but I couldn't do much more. But those memories are fond ones nonetheless. (I confess, as a kid, my experience with veggie gardens was in raiding them --the neighbors' gardens that is! We actually did that -- like little bunny rabbits we'd sneak in and steal carrots and peas! I'm embarrassed to admit it and hope my kids won't see this blog.)
While I'm on this kick of blaming everyone, I'll add my brother Tony to the list. And our Dad. And brother John -- he was the one who taught me how to raid gardens, after all. My siblings will remember how Dad, after he retired and had time to do more than mow the lawn, flaunted his hanging baskets bursting with flowers, and those darn tomato plants. And then Tony did the same with me. He started flashing around his planting skills several years ago after he'd moved back to Canada from England. As the eldest in our family, he DID get the benefit of my Mom's planting wisdom, I'm quite sure. Or maybe it was something that rubbed off on him in the UK, you know, like powdery mildew. I won't soon forget that giant squash he had sitting for so long on his kitchen counter that summer I visited -- at least he had the humility to admit he didn't even know what it was. And looking at his whole set up, I confess I developed some garden envy. He had it all 'going on' -- a community garden a couple blocks from his home in Calgary, his own backyard plot, and even... a worm composter in the basement! That little feature REALLY made me jealous. And don't even get me started on my sister, who owns a whole farm.
|Kirsten directs raised bed prep|
|Cougar Woods - a 3 sisters garden|
But the moment that really "frosted me" (as my Mom would say -- and that's a gardening expression, you know ) was when Steve had the nerve to plant his daughter's Gr. 5 garden in the raised bed beside my son Dylan's Gr. 3 bed. By early June, his bed looked like it came out of "better homes and gardens"... mine looked like we wouldn't survive to next week, let alone the winter. My son's harvest event loomed in the foreground, but there was nothing to pick except ... two cherry tomatoes, and a bean (yes, one.) I emailed Steve one day (afraid to ask in person) to find out how to explain the difference between my and his gardens to my son and his classmates, who would surely be crestfallen. And he said, "Well, Kathy, all you can really do is tell the kids to think about their lessons on Jamestown, you know, when many of the early settlers couldn't adapt to planting in Virginia and died, but the survivors learned wisdom from the local tribes...." Right, Steve. Thanks a lot. (Actually, his advice was brilliant -- the kids thought long and hard about this.) And he shamed me into being sure we did a better job the next year.
|Dylan with carrots he grew 2010|
Oh... I promised a few nuggets of Gail's wisdom. Fish fertilizer. That's all you get for now. You're going to have to suffer a bit, just like I did. :) And listen, if after all my boasting and whining you were expecting a Deauville--sized garden, sorry. It's not THAT big. But I've come a whole long way, baby.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
I think my readers will start to wonder...what's the story here with the farm's name? Why is the film called something else?? I'm confused! The names are not the point, perhaps... it's the history that is interesting... here's a brief snapshot as I understand it....
|Alex loved birds, too|
Why deer farming? Alex had retired from the business world in the city and longed for a life in the country doing something interesting, something unusual, and deer farming fit the bill. He did his homework on fallow deer and spared no expense in building a model operation, complete with a special barn for managing the deer if they needed to be captured for any reason (up on the hill behind the central pasture). And special wildlife fences that will keep deer in place -- they're really expensive and are very much like the ones I saw for game reserves in Africa.
Then there was what to call this new operation? Apparently one of Alex's daughters (by a previous marriage) came up with the name, "Deauville" for her Dad's new passion. It was a play on words of course (inspired by the does on the farm obviously.) And she liked to think of the "Deauville" in France, a resort I believe.
|Gail & Alex Marry at Deauville|
|Gail feeds deer for wedding guests|
To me, Doeville is about a little town or "ville" that is populated by a lot of hardworking girls... there's Gail, two female dogs, Sam and Cinder (they're sisters, and yes, Sam is a girl), a female cat named Psycho (watch out, she bites), lots of hardworking hens, plenty of female customers, and yes... a whole lot of does. 'Doe, a deer'... and all that.
I ran this blog past Gail before publishing because there's lots of personal information here that I wanted to make sure I got right, and all she had to say was "Hey, we get a lot of great male customers too!" And that is true.
|Gail hand feeds a beautiful big buck they called "Daddy-O"|
So that's the story of the farm's name DEAUVILLE and the film's name DOEVILLE... and that's how the farm came to be.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
|Afternoon nap enjoyed by fallow deer buck and doe in Gail's herd|
At long last, the website www.doevillethemovie.com and blog for my film, DOEVILLE, are up and running. I hope you will subscribe so that you can follow the progress of the film, and even better, my updates on Gail and her beautiful farm, Deauville.
Among other curiosities, you'll learn about Blueberry the chicken, the difference between a Houdon and a Buff Orpington, why Gail doesn't grow orange pumpkins, why fallow deer come in many colors, and why Gail is lying when she says "I hate kids and I hate dogs." I hope you'll pick up some valuable information about planting and growing vegetables and raising chickens for eggs and deer for venison -- the bits I can convey. For the real wisdom, you have to go spend some time with Gail. And finally, you'll learn a bit about what it's like to make a film.
|Blueberry, an extraordinary speckled sussex hen|
Please note that this blog presents my observations, musings and opinions, not those of Gail Rose, although I will do my very best to convey accurately her work, and to the extent that I can, the motivations for her decisions.
I hope this blog will prove interesting for you -- those of you who know Gail or who have visited the farm will surely be curious. If you can't get out to see her often enough (I know I feel this way and wish her farm was next door) then I hope I can help you feel just that little bit closer with my updates.
If you don't know Gail and haven't been to her lovely farm in the Shenandoah Valley, then I hope I will inspire you to make the trip. It's an easy 2-hour drive from the DC metro area. Painless, and so worth the effort. Imagine, you could soon be wandering rows of heirloom tomatoes, watching your kids collect eggs, and taking home some delicious food to prepare for your family or friends. A visit to Gail's farm will nurture both your spirit and your body.
|Gail Rose at Deauville|
|Gail and Cinder with my son, Dylan, late December 2010|
For reasons I'll reveal in future blogs, this year is sure to be one of remarkable change, growth and transformation at Deauville... please join me as I document Gail's incredible story.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
|Araucana chick, about 3 days old|
February 21, 2011... I'm happy to report that the chicks have arrived! By some miracle, they came on President's Day, and a very dedicated postal worker received them in the little town of Mt. Jackson, and then called Gail to come pick them up. Needless to say, we were shocked because we were only expecting them to ship from Iowa on Monday, and to arrive later this week. Only one chick perished as a result of the stress of shipping -- and thankfully they were in transit for only a couple of days. So we have 83 live little -- hopefully -- girls.
|I think this is a Houdan -- or a Polish -- crested, anyway!|
|Chicks are happiest sleeping in a little pile|
These girls will be producing eggs by next October or so, I think.