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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Herd of Worms

I've always loved the idea of going bush and living the life of the Aussie Jackaroo, but sadly it was an impossible dream because I just don't have the legs for it, plus I look dreadful in an Akubra - it's my head, it's an odd shape or something.

As you might imagine, a family the size of ours produces huge amounts of waste, and not all of it can be flushed away.

To help minimize our carbon footprint we've three worm farms and two compost bins scattered around The Ranch (read as, our small suburban block).

We used to pay $150 extra a year to the local council for a second wheely bin - that's how much rubbish we made each week. Now we're down to a respectable single wheely bin and we're producing black liquid gold, which is like steroids for plants. Unfortunately, though, I think the kids have been watering the weeds instead of the plants because we're down to two tomato bushes but we've weeds in the grass which are leaning more towards shrubs.

A worm farm will cost you about $125 new, although you might be lucky and pick them up secondhand on ebay (why anyone would want to sell theirs is beyond me). Either way you'll get hooked. I've even named all my squirmy little wriggler mates - for simplicity's sake they're all called Doug.

We built up from a single farm, splitting the herd when it was thriving. Feeding them is just a matter of throwing in fruit and vege scraps, coffee grinds, tea bags and any cardboard as well (they break it down and also use it to breed in). Hardest thing about managing a herd of worms is trying to work out where to put the ear tags.

I love worm farming. It may not have the romance and image of the Jackaroo, but it does give me the opportunity to tell people I oversee 10,000 head.


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Bruce Devereaux is one of the nicest people he knows. When not at work he enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies.

 

His career, and if we used the term any more loosely an e might fall out, has included a gardener, a personal lender, a console operator, a stop/go man (not as big a bludge as you might think but great if you’re into sunburn, abuse and varicose veins), a cleaner of banks and pubs and, for a very brief period, a door to door salesman (until the last door he knocked on was answered by a very scary woman with tremendously hairy legs).

 

Bruce Devereaux currently works as a forty-five-year-old award winning customer service officer (glass statuette available upon request) for the Bank of Queensland and as a very casual employee for Corrective Services. He likes to believe he excels at both but then he has always been prone to exaggeration.

 

His favourite colour is green, with a picture of Dame Nellie Melba on one side and General Sir John Monash on the other. His favourite flower is self-raising.

 If you see him around town, call his wife immediately - he's probably snuck out and left her alone with all the kids.


 

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