Red Wicket Market Farm is a small farm 25 minutes from downtown Columbus, Ohio, near Slate Run Metropark. Breeding Black Copper and Blue Copper Marans to the Standard of Perfection.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Garlic Scapes For Sale! Also, fertile eggs from Texas

Garlic Scapes

The garlic is getting closer and closer to harvest. Some of the varieties have sent forth scapes. Scapes are long, leafless, flowering stems that will eventually have little seeds form inside. They look a lot like a bird's head on a long, spiraling neck.

They may look weird, but they are delicious! They taste like very mild garlic. Immature scapes can be cut into salads and used like green onions. Larger scapes can be stir-fried, pickled, or made into pesto. If you'd like to try some garlic scapes, let us know ASAP. The season for scapes is short and they don't store well, so email us or call us and let us know if you'd like some.

Shipped Hatching Eggs

This week I did something this week that I've never done before--I ordered fertile eggs and had them delivered through the mail. I was looking for a new rooster since Bruce's death, and hadn't been able to find what I wanted. Then one of the dark Cornish went broody, and I decided to simply hatch the bird I was looking for.

I found a breeder of blue, black, and splash Ameraucanas in Texas. The birds were from a nationally recognized line of show birds, and the breeder had eggs available immediately. One internet payment later, and 12 eggs were on their way to Ohio via second-day air.

When they got here, I immediately saw why shipped eggs don't always hatch well. While the breeder had taken every precaution to get the eggs to me in one piece (MILES of bubblewrap!) the eggs looked scrambled inside. When I shown a light through them, it looked like all the internal structures were twisted around inside. It looked like employees at the postal service had spun the box like a top. I've had the eggs sitting on my counter for two days hoping that the contents would settle a bit. Tonight I'm going to cross my fingers and put them under the hen. Good luck, little guys!