Big Can, Little Can

One of the things that happened during my time away from writing here was a step towards being a zero-waste home.

I’d always said that it wasn’t possible for us and then postponed working towards the goal because of that “perfection” thing again.  We’d recycle on and off, but never really committed to the ideal.

I guess you could say that my mantra for this year is:

Don’t let perfect get in the way of better, or good, or good enough.

Almost two months ago we got busy.  I researched recycling in our area and gathered information.  We don’t have curbside recycling, but do have a recycling center relatively close.  I typed up a detailed list of what can and can’t be recycled in our area. It’s attached to the top of our recycling can.

And speaking of our recycling can…

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The big can used to be our trash can and the little one our recycling.  They have now switched service.

Our big blue curbside trash can was always stuffed full on pick-up day with at least two more big black bags stacked alongside.

Since tackling our trash problem, we rarely have more than two small white trash bags of garbage each week.  And that’s for eight people living in the house (one in diapers).  I know, cloth diapers are a thing.  I’ve tried in the past and maybe we’ll try again.  Baby steps…

We’ve become more aware of what we are buying.  There have been times that we looked at a product and decided to find an alternative because there was too much packaging that needed to be dealt with.

Driving to the recycling center is kind of a pain, but we are working it into our schedule.  We store the recycling in big tubs (that we already had because of our decluttering efforts).  They stack in the hallways until they are full to cut down on trips.

Our compost pile is filling up and our chickens eat any food that isn’t suitable for the compost pile.  We have accomplished zero food waste.

We aren’t doing  it all perfectly, but we are doing better!

 

 

 

 

What to do?

What do you do at Faithacre on a sunny afternoon when the rain finally stops for a bit…and you get a great deal on a re-conditioned lawn mower?

Well, you start mowing down the knee-high grass that’s taken over your over an acre yard…

and you realize that the grasshoppers are thriving in the rain and wild grass…

and you think…hmmm, I have twelve chicks that are eating me out of house and home…

and you know that if you could let the chicks loose they would have a lot of fun chasing down those grasshoppers (but you can’t because they aren’t old enough to fend for themselves yet and they would be impossible to catch again…

so, you and your kids run around like crazy people catching grasshoppers (some might even have screamed when they touched the grasshoppers at first)…IMAG0843

and then you throw the grasshoppers into the chicken coop…

and settle down to watch the show!IMAG0853

Now, the chickens run up to greet me when I go to their coop.  I know they just want the grasshoppers, but I’m going to pretend they like me.

And, you have the satisfaction of practicing ecologically sound insect control, getting exercise and saving money – all at the same time.