A Warning I think most fledgling farmers would agree that composting is a good thing. It’s good for the soil, great for your garden, and diminishes the load in your trashcan. Unfortunately, not everyone has the space or capability to compost. So this is a project to pursue if you have at least a small yard where you can safely place your bin. You’ll want to have a container that effectively keeps out critters as small as rats and as large as bears. Raccoons seem to love fresh compost piles, and they can be vicious toward your family pet! Location, location, location In a perfect world, place the compost bin area far away from your home, where it's still somewhat shielded from curious animals. Since this isn’t always possible, I would recommend a closed composter, with room nearby for mixing materials as they deteriorate. I have one of those stacking jobs, and I keep it closed bay stretching a bungee cord from one side to the other over the top. I’ve placed it in our horse pasture, which is fenced, but that doesn’t mean smaller critters haven’t gone in for a sniff or two. The structure is too heavy for a small animal to topple, but sometimes our horses knock it over, just to be bratty. If you’re placing a bin in your yard, try to isolate it somewhere that won’t allow the smell of decomposing materials to waft close to your home. I always wanted to purchase one of those compost bins with a turning handle, but my husband says, “The one we have is fine, so why purchase something else?” And to be honest, for the room we have, and the amount of compost we produce, the stacking model is probably best for us. Some of the larger farms around us have two or three “stations” where they shovel the compost as it reaches different stages. These tend to be open for easy access, and since we’re trying to keep critters out we opt not to go with this method, though it is, no doubt, the most efficient way to go. The Basics Without putting too fine a point on it, composting simply involves turning your kitchen produce refuse and yard debris to good use. It doesn’t have to be complicated, however getting a good mix of yummy compost can seem like an impossible task. Once you’ve determined the space and storage of your compost, find a good receptacle for your kitchen waste. I like the “bits bucket” I got from Plow and Hearth, but you can rummage up a large yogurt container or any large thing-a-majig that has a cover. The reason I prefer my ceramic bits bucket is because it has a fitted lid with an odor-catching charcoal fabric on the inside, (it also has a handle so I can carry it to my composter). No matter what you decide to use as your bits bucket, I suggest you cover it in some fashion, either with a fitted lid or even a dishtowel. This prevents those little gnat bugs from hovering over your scraps. You collect your scraps, put them in your bin, add some dry, or “brown” yard materials and occasionally stir. That’s pretty much the idea behind composting, but there are some tips that help to produce some nice compost faster and more efficiently. What Goes In Collect all kinds of kitchen scraps for your compost, but steer away from fruit scraps in the summertime, because it attracts flies. The flies won’t hurt anything, it just grosses me out to see the maggots they leave behind on the compost….yuck! It is also a good idea not to collect meat. Some people like to put fish heads, guts, or shrimp shells in for the high nitrogen content. But for me, it’s just not worth the smell, and you need to add twice as much high-carbon “brown” material to break it down. It also attracts critters. I’m on the fence about adding bones to produce calcium. They don’t smell for the most part, but could still attract critters. I also avoid putting in the shells from my chickens’ eggs. They can produce salmonella if not rinsed beforehand. Additionally, if my chickens are scratching around the compost while I’m turning it they could get a taste for their own eggs. It’s unlikely, since by this point they’ve broken down quite a bit. But better safe than sorry. Food for your Garden I try to research every little thing that might help my garden, mostly because I’m such a lousy gardener I feel I could use all the help I can get. Here are a few food items that can help keep your garden healthy. Some of them might surprise you! Banana Peels Aphids treat gardens like all-you-can-eat salad bars. But they can't stand banana peels. Chop up a few peels, bury them an inch or two in the soil, and say goodbye to those pests for good. Don't use whole banana peels unless you want rodents, such as squirrels and raccoons, digging in the soil. Eggshells Crush eggshells into small pieces and sprinkle them on top of the soil. Slugs, cutworms, and other insects are put off by the crunch when they crawl over the sharp edges and will leave for softer pastures. You can also toss the crushed shells into your compost heap. They break down quickly and give your plants a much-needed dose of calcium, which can help with bottom-end rot, a calcium deficiency found in some plants. Be careful to keep them away from your chickens however. If your girls scratch around in the compost and find some of their disposed eggs they might get a taste for them. This could lead to peaking at the eggs in the nesting box! Definitely not a good thing. Coffee Grounds Give your garden a wake-up call by using leftover coffee grounds. Allow the grounds to cool before placing them sparingly onto the garden. Then blend them thoroughly into the soil. The grounds' contents, which include phosphorous, potassium, and magnesium, will help improve the soil's structure. You can also add coffee grounds to your compost pile. However, because coffee grounds can raise the soil's acidity level, limit their use to plants that like high acidity, such as azaleas and hydrangeas. Nut Shells The shells from peanuts and pistachios are a good addition to your compost heap because they don't break down as quickly as other items. These larger pieces can help vary the thickness of the compost, which will aid in soil aeration. Wash them thoroughly to rid them of salt, which can kill plants. A warning: Avoid using walnuts as they contain juglone, a compound that is toxic to plants. Ratios A good mix of the right materials will make your compost more effective. I’ve gathered most of my information regarding this and other composting ideas, from The Complete Compost Gardening Guide by Barbara Pleasant and Deborah L. Martin. In this guide, they suggest your compost pile consist of cardboard, sawdust, leaves (or coffee grounds), horses manure and kitchen waste in lessening amounts, with kitchen waste being the smallest amount of material. There’s a lot of sciency stuff in there regarding carbon to nitrogen ratio that, for the sake of simplicity, I won’t put here. The main point is to regulate how much material you put in your pile or bin. I admit, I’m still working on this, but I hope to learn more as I research this topic. You should also turn your compost every three to four days if it’s in a tumbler, or three to seven if it’s in a pile. When you’re adding to your compost keep “the three Ms” in mind: Moderation, Mixing, and Microbes. Avoid large concentrations of any one ingredient, and limit layers of wet, high-nitrogen materials like grass clippings or kitchen scraps to one or two inches deep. Moisten dry ingredients like chopped leaves before adding them in layers no more than four to six inches deep. As a general rule, make shallow layers of finely chopped materials, wet or dry, and somewhat deeper layers of coarse materials like straw. Limiting the depth of the layers promotes better mixing of the ingredients, which in turn, encourages the development of a diverse microbe population that is better able to convert those ingredients into top-quality compost. The Bottom Line In my effort to relay what I know about composting I realized how much I didn’t know! There is so much I haven’t done in my own compost pile that would make it effective. I need to learn more about combining the right ratio of materials and how often to turn my compost pile. I would love to research how to incorporate worms and insects that would help to enhance my compost. Like any kind of farming or gardening, there is always more to know. So I encourage you to read up on composting and practice what you learn. It can be rewarding to build your own soil, and your garden will thank you for it!
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I began my beekeeping adventure as I do most of my projects...blindly and with very little knowledge of the subject. My beloved neighbors and fellow farm gals, Nancy and Beverly, were planning on keeping bees, and they invited me to join them in this endeavor so we could learn together. Beverly and her husband were already hosting an apiary at a hot springs and wellness facility down the road from us. So we had some kind of resource upon which to draw.
I believe it is important to help our bee populations flourish and thrive, especially since we have experienced a massive die-off of these important pollinators. Remember, no bees means no food in many respects. At the very least you can do your part by creating a garden that will attract and feed bees and butterflies. A small plot of yummy milkweed, flowers, and even dandelions would help to keep your local bees and butterflies happy. I suggest you, the fledgling farmer, do your research to see if there are local ordinances prohibiting, or guidelines restricting, the keeping of bees. Investment A new colony of bees, or Nuc, can run you anywhere from 150 to 200 dollars, depending on where you're purchasing them. Typically one plans on ordering a nuc as early as February but no later than March, with the intention of picking up your bee babies very early in the morning when they are not active. Of course, you will need to have a bee box situated on your property complete with frames and a nearby water source where the bees can safely land and drink. We will talk more about location later on. Your first bee box should be what is referred to as a "deep." It is a large 9" deep by 20" long wooden frame of a box that holds either eight or ten "frames" of comb for the bees to create babies and to fill with honey. The price of a deep can run anywhere from $30 to $60, and you can also build your own for less money. The comb can be made of either natural wax or plastic. I prefer ten frame hives to eight frame. But your situation may warrant a smaller hive such as an eight frame. I purchase frames from a friend, ten for $20. Purchasing them on-line will cost slightly more. You will want to have a second deep with frames ready because your hive will rapidly expand. After the two deeps are full, you then need to place a more shallow box, or "honey super" on top. The dimensions are 6" tall and 20" long, and frames for this box are shorter, but you will need 8 to 10 of them depending on your type of hive. A super will cost about $35, but you can purchase one that is unassembled for cheaper. This is also possible with a deep. I believe purchasing locally is cheaper overall. You'll need some sort of protection for when you're checking on your bees or pulling frames for honey. Most feed stores now stock bee equipment, and you can get a good bee suit and gloves for less than you would pay ordering. If you do need to order your suit on-line a suit that covers you from head to toe is around $135, or you can buy just a top half for $75. Gloves go for about $75. It's also necessary to purchase a "hive tool" that one uses to pull out the frames, among other beekeeping activities. A hive tool runs about $10 for a "J Hook," the kind I like, or $16 for a multi-purpose. Once again, buying local will probably save you some money. Finally, you will need two or more Mason jars that you can fill with sugar water. The specifications on how to go about creating your honey feeder are as follows.... Setting Up Your Hive: Try to find an area in your yard or farm that will provide some shade in the summer and protection from the wind and rain in the winter. It doesn't have to be perfect, but it will help your bees survive and thrive if they have a nice home to begin with. Place your hive so that it is in the direction of the morning's sunrise. Level the ground where you plan to place your hive so that you can put two pavers, side by side, on an even surface of ground. Place four cinder blocks, two on either side, on top of the cinder blocks. The raised hive will allow for easier hive inspection and save your back! Place your screened bottom board on top of the cinder blocks so that it is situated evenly over both sections and stable. Your first deep full of frames goes on top of the bottom board, your second deep after that, and then remaining honey supers. Finally, place a hive inner cover, (around $15), between your deeps and supers if you like. This provides the bees with more room. Finally you'll want to put on a top. I prefer a "telescoping" lid because it hangs about two inches over the sides of the uppermost box. These run around $25. I suggest you look on-line, or check your local bee supplier, for lids that appeal to you. I also like to top the entire hive with a pitched, or "gabled" roof, but they can be hard to find. They allow ventilation through a small, screened hole. The hole is screened to prevent robber bees from trying to enter your hive. These roofs keep snow of the hive and add extra protection. They are hollow, so that you can still place your jar of sugar water over the hole of the upper lid. I know of one site called HoneyBeeSuite.com that provides plans on making your own roof. Here's a photo of one of my hives so you can see what the finished product should look like. I Have Worms! An Introduction to Vermiculture
The idea of keeping worms may creep some people out at first. But when you consider the benefits it makes sense to try this easy way to add quality and hardiness to your gardening pursuits. You can purchase composting worms, or "Red Wigglers" online, at your local feed store or other local gardening venues. I obtained my first batch from a neighbor whose burgeoning patch of worms needed thinning out. She plopped a handful of the wriggly guys into an old yogurt container, and I carried them to their new home. You don't want to keep your worms in a warm car for too long! At my local farmer's market there is a woman who sells bags of "castings." This is the nutrient-rich excrement of worms that can be stirred into your garden to enrich the soil. By keeping your own worms you always have castings on hand, and you can make "compost tea" to help your plants grow and protect them naturally from pests. Instructions for making your own worm bin are in the video above. Place your bin in a well-ventilated area such as a laundry room, garage, balcony, under the kitchen sink, or outside in the shade. Place the bin on top of blocks or bricks or upside down plastic containers to allow for drainage. You can use the lid of the second bin as a tray to catch any moisture that may drain from the bin. This "worm tea" is a great liquid fertilizer that can be used right away on your indoor or outdoor plants. What Worms Eat Feed the red wigglers every two to three weeks, depending on how fast they're going through what you give them. Don't overwhelm them with too much food. I once gave my worms too much cantaloupe and it actually smothered them! So keep an eye on how quickly they devour their food. Feed them slowly at first. As the worms multiply, you can add more food. Gently bury the food in a different section of the bin each week, under the cardboard or newspaper. It's also a good idea to occasionally add crushed eggshells for calcium. Keep your worms damp but not saturated with pooling water. Worms are vegetarians. They like green stuff and absolutely no meat and no dairy. That means no bones, no grease, and no anything with grease. On the other hand, almost anything else that would normally go down the garbage disposal can go into your worm bin. Don't be surprised if some foods are eaten faster than others. Worms have preferences just like we do. Worms LOVE:
Worms HATE:
Worms like the brown stuff:
When the first bin is full and there are no recognizable food scraps left, it is time to split the bin so you can begin the harvest of worms. You can keep a second bin, or gift it to a friend! On September 8th, 2020, we had a fire here in Southern Oregon. It started in our little town of Ashland, about five miles from our farm. I was just about to launch the Farm Wench site, but had my usual morning chores to get through first. We hadn't had a drop of rain in months, and the effects of climate change had been affecting our region before that. With little to no snow pack in the mountains, and disease crippling our evergreens, things were getting scary dry. That morning before dawn we heard a strong wind brewing outside, and it became ferocious by mid-morning as I finished my chores. I was afraid to let the chickens into the pasture for their morning romp, because the wind could have kept them from getting back into the chicken yard. I kept them in and opened the gate to the long run. This would prove to be both a mistake and a blessing, depending on how you look at what happened soon after. The chickens huddled under their favorite hedge in the long run, some of them braving the open area to get back to the coop for food and water or to lay an egg. The horses got their morning cookie while I put on their fly masks, and I filled everyone's water bin with pump water. This would be the last time I could use the pump for a week. I met my husband as he walked from the house toward the shed. The wind was wiping around us and I hugged him tightly. "I'm scarred," I muttered into his sweatshirt, "what if there's a fire?" "Don't worry," Ross said in my ear, "we are an oasis of green lawn. A fire wouldn't get near us." Just as I got back inside I received a text from my neighbor Laura. She and her husband Doug had purchased the big field below us some five years ago. Our beloved Bear Creek ran alongside their land and provided much-needed irrigation for the vegetables they grew. We all had irrigation during the spring and summer, but Talent Irrigation District informed us they would be cutting that off early, due to the low reservoir levels from the drought. Laura and her family had survived the Carr Fire a few years earlier, and she was getting nervous. In her text she said that our area was currently under Level 1 of "Ready." Level 2 is "Set," meaning there is a significant risk in your area and Level 3 is "Go," meaning evacuate immediately.
I hadn't heard any warning on the TV, or received any other emergency texts, so I was surprised to hear we were on a Level 1 alert. I tried to comfort Laura, saying we were probably safe from fire since we were surrounded by heavily watered fields and close to Bear Creek. What did I know?! Minutes later I got a call from my veterinarian's office just down the road, asking if we were alright. I'd been taking my dogs to Animal Medical Hospital for over ten years. I knew and loved everyone who worked there and they took excellent care of our animals. Now they were worried about me! "What's up Diane," I asked when she expressed concern. "There's a huge plume of smoke coming up to your farm!" she gasped. That's when I received the second text from Laura. The nearby water treatment plant was supposedly on fire. I then got more texts from the three other Jackson Road ladies I counted as dear friends. "We have to evacuate....now," each of them said. I stood in the middle of my living room, frozen for a minute in fear. What should I grab? I ran to the back of the house and retrieved some jewelry, a 150 year old oil painting of an ancestor, and my violin. After throwing those in my car I grabbed my computer, phone, some documents and two of the three Red Cross Survival backpacks my sister had gifted me many Christmases ago. I got my water bottle and some prescription meds and rushed to Ross outside who was turning on all the irrigation hoses. All of the dogs were out, so my daughter got her dog in the car, while I put my old girl Luna in mine. Remembering the chickens, I ran to the coop and braced open the little gate leading out to the pasture. But the chickens were too afraid to leave the hedge in the long run. After trying to coax them out for a minute I realized it was impossible. I ran to my car completely believing my chickens were all going to die in the fire. Carly's boyfriend Jack grabbed his two dogs and both he and Carly headed down the driveway now full of billowing smoke. Carly screamed at her dad to get in his truck and leave with them. He'd put our two big dogs in and started up the truck, but was still trying to get water going. "Dad, let's go! It's not worth it!" she screamed. I hugged him while he said, "I'm right behind you." "Don't do anything stupid honey," I said, and drove out after Carly and Jack. They went right, towards the Billings Farm and away from the smoke. I went left, toward the smoke but a shorter route to the freeway. I didn't realize I was driving alongside a wall of flames until later when I viewed a video my daughter took right before evacuating. At 11:40 we were told by neighbors to evacuate. By 11:45 the flames were coming up our road. I think we got out by 11:50. We'd had no official warning. None whatsoever. Ross finally left the property a little after noon. By then the wonderful rural firefighters had arrived and basically ordered him out. The fire was now crossing Jackson Road, and licking at his tires. He drove as far as the Billings' neighboring field and parked under a water cannon they brilliantly started up. Mary's husband, Larry stood beside him. Before long a neighbor from across the creek joined them, and watched his house go up in flames. The fire chief very graciously came up to the men to check on them, and Ross asked if something could be done about the fire marching along our fence line toward the chicken house. The chief said a few words into his radio, and miraculously a helicopter appeared, dangling a huge water bucket! It quickly took water from the Billings' pond and proceeded to douse flames all along the fence. The remainder was dumped directly on top of the chicken house, saving the structure. I later learned that the chickens stayed under that hedge until the netting over the long run disintegrated from the fire's heat. The chickens then flew over the little knee-high fence and ran onto the green lawn in front of our home. Smart girls after all, and Billy the rooster kept them all together. A huge plume of black smoke rolled over our house, obscuring it from vision. This was when Ross thought he'd seen the last of the home we'd worked so hard to keep over the coarse of ten tumultuous years. All of Carly's flower fields that she'd sweated over for over three years were surly going up in flames. All of our possessions and memories...gone. But at least we were alive. An RV that had been abandoned on the side of our road caught fire, so the fire chief warned Ross to stay back. Before long a propane tank within the vehicle exploded, effectively putting the fire out since there was nothing left to burn. Ross waited almost an hour for the smoke to clear and get the okay to see what remained of our home. When the black cloud finally wafted away there our home stood, untouched by the flames! Ross drove up to our gate just in time to see the firemen putting out flames on a big cedar tree by our fence. The house across from us, where the Logel family lived since the 1960s, had also been saved. My friend Laura's place just down the road was burnt to the ground. Speaking to her later I learned that she'd come from the greenhouse on the other side of the field. Her house seemed fine so she left her dogs inside and rushed to check on her goats and chickens in a nearby enclosure. Those animals had run into their shed for shelter. The flames skipped over the shed and completely incinerated a huge old tree just in front of it. The animals were okay, but Laura and her foreman, Derrick doused the shed with water as a precaution. Laura assumed something like an ember fell and ignited a wicker chair on her porch, because in minutes her house was on fire. Derrick ran back for the dogs and saved them just in time, scorching his face in the process. The house burned quickly, but at least the animals had been saved. Meanwhile, my daughter, her boyfriend Jack and I were all driving separate cars with our dogs to my son's house a few towns over. I made a detour to my friend Terry's farm, to stop shaking and give my dog Luna some water. Terry tried to calm me down, but she and her family were busy preparing to evacuate as well, so I left after a half hour so they could focus on that. Terry had offered her barn to house my chickens, but I told her there just hadn't been time to collect them. Now she was at a loss with what to do with her animals. I later heard many stories of people coming to the aid of fellow farmers in need of help with their livestock. Moving farm animals during a fire is absolutely frightening and there have been some true heroes in my town. I made it to my son's house only to discover another fire creeping toward their town of White City. My daughter Carly reminded us that there was only one way in and one way out of my son's neighborhood, so we all packed up yet again to convoy back to our home in Ashland, where my husband claimed things were safe. The interstate was closed, so we drove the back roads, passing lots of traffic going in the opposite direction. We finally made our way into the little town of Talent. We were shocked over how quickly the fire had moved into the area, and drove along the main street with one side completely in flames. The sound of propane tanks exploding drove us back north until we could finally access the interstate and head south toward our home. Both sides of the freeway were black from the fire that had raged along Bear Creek, with some power lines and trees still burning. One power pole on the freeway began to lean dangerously close to the road just as we were driving by, and we passed a number of abandoned semi trucks before we came to our off ramp. I prayed our neighbor's homes were alright as we drove up Jackson Road, and sure enough, the two Victorian homes of neighbor's Bev and Nancy had survived! Ross told me later that their husbands stayed behind just as he had, making sure the irrigation was running and turning the hose on anything that caught an ember. As I drove into our farm I noticed the Wizard's Way Flower Farm sign I'd painted for my daughter last spring was still there! Everything around it had burned, but the sign remained. It made me so happy, but I took the sign down for safe keeping and it remains in our garage until next spring. My husband came out to greet me, covered in soot and our two big dogs bounding out to join in a joyful reunion. My son, his wife and our two granddaughters arrived shortly thereafter, and we spent the evening eating cold roast beef sandwiches by the light of two oil lamps I'd collected from an old neighbor a few years ago. I'm a bit of a prepper, and so I had lamp oil in the barn, along with water and food supplies. We used irrigation water to flush the toilets, but had no running water because our pump for the well ran on electricity, and that had been lost right around the time we evacuated. As it grew darker, everyone bedded down where they could and I went out to see if I had any chickens remaining. Ross told me that when he was allowed to return home he found the chickens scattered around the green lawn and wet pasture. Apparently they had cowered under the hedges in the long run as the fire burned the surrounding fence. The heat created from those flames melted away the protective netting covering the run, allowing my flock an escape route over the knee-high wire fence on the other side. With a glimmer of hope I entered the hen house to count how many chickens I had left. All twenty-one had survived! I counted again just to be sure, then gave my rooster Billy extra love for protecting my girls so well. Ross spent most of the night putting out embers and helping our neighbors water down a big burning oak tree threatening an adjacent pasture of dry grass. He finally fell into bed around eleven, still covered in soot, and we tried to sleep in spite of the orange glow on the horizon, proof that the fire continued to burn Phoenix, the little town next to Talent. The next morning we managed to hook up the generator and save most of our food. My German shepherd became ill from drinking irrigation water, and my dear friend and veterinarian Leanne, came by with some medicine for him. She had saved her farm and the one next to hers where my friend Kyle lived. They used a water truck she'd purchased that year, while Kyle and another worker pushed back the fire with a tractor. Leanne told me that, after her staff called me about the encroaching fire, they began to evacuate all the animals in the clinic. She'd been in surgery and had to quickly stitch up the dog and evacuate as well. The week slogged by, and on Saturday my daughter sold her flowers from her cart by our mailbox. Neighbors and friends came to our farm to purchase flowers, share scary fire stories, and cry in each other's arms. Those who had lost their homes were given free bouquets, and Carly donated all proceeds to various groups in need. The first donation went to the migrant workers who harvest our local crops. Most of them lived in the many mobile home parks that had been completely destroyed. By Saturday night we felt exhausted, but extremely blessed to have a roof over our heads. I kissed my husband goodnight, and right as I turned off my headlamp the power came back on! The folks at Pacific Power worked day and night to replace all the burnt power poles along our road. We were fully expecting to do without power for weeks, and they'd restored it in five days! Another blessing. It felt so good to have running water again, but I couldn't stop thinking about those who had nothing left of their former lives. The people in our area continue to work together to heal and restore what they can. The tell-tale scars of the Alameda fire will remind us of that awful day until the rains finally, hopefully come and allow our valley to thrive once again. We're a pretty strong community and I know we'll persevere. But I know I never again want to experience a fire on my farm. An Introduction to Vermiculture
The idea of keeping worms may creep some people out at first. But when you consider the benefits it makes sense to try this easy way to add quality and hardiness to your garden. You can purchase composting worms, or "Red Wigglers" online, at your local feed store or other local gardening venues. I obtained my first batch from a neighbor whose burgeoning patch of worms needed thinning out. She plopped a handful of the wriggly guys into an old yogurt container, and I carried them to their new home. Don't keep your worms in a warm car for too long! At my local farmer's market a woman sells bags of "castings", the nutrient-rich excrement of worms you can stir into your garden to enrich the soil. Keep your own worms so you always have castings on hand, and you can make "compost tea" to help your plants grow and protect them naturally from pests. Instructions for making your own worm bin are in this video. Place your bin in a well-ventilated area such as a laundry room, garage, balcony, under the kitchen sink, or outside in the shade. Place the bin on top of blocks or bricks or upside down plastic containers to allow for drainage. You can use the lid of the second bin as a tray to catch moisture that may drain from the bin. This "worm tea" is a great liquid fertilizer that can be used right away on your indoor or outdoor plants. What Worms Eat Feed the red wigglers every two to three weeks, depending on how fast they're going through what you give them. Don't overwhelm them with too much food. I once gave my worms too much cantaloupe and it actually smothered them! So keep an eye on how quickly they devour their food. Feed them slowly at first. As the worms multiply, you can add more food. Gently bury the food in a different section of the bin each week, under the cardboard or newspaper. Occasionally add crushed eggshells for calcium. Keep your worms damp but not saturated with pooling water. Worms are vegetarians. They like green stuff and absolutely no meat and no dairy. That means no bones, no grease. Almost anything else that would normally go down the garbage disposal can go into your worm bin. Don't be surprised if some foods are eaten faster than others. Worms have preferences just like we do. Worms LOVE:
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