This week started with cooler temperatures and low humidity, so as soon as Poppy was out the door Monday morning, I found myself standing and staring in the front yard, wondering what to do first!
Bamboo grass! There was a good place to start, and so I did. No picture, but I pulled and hauled away two heaping wheelbarrow loads.
Tuesday at 7:30 am, after feeding the animals, I rolled out that heavy 50' roll of 4' high rabbit wire, bound and determined to put it around Bun Bun and Fiona's lot. This job has been on my 'to do' list since the middle of last year.
Why, just unrolling the heavy wire was a back-breaking job. Oops! Speaking of backs, my little gardening bench was with me every step of the way, helping me to kneel instead of bending from the waist to work.
The sticks and pine straw had to be raked away and then a three foot trench dug all the way around this 10' x 10' lot. I measured, cut the sections, buried each piece, then wired it to the chain link fence. When the last piece of wire was put up, I gathered the tools and my work basket and dragged myself to the house. What a shock! It was almost 2:00. Six and a half hours working on that fence!
Lets just see a raccoon try to reach a greedy little paw through this fence now, or a chicken snake try to slither through one of the half inch openings. I mention raccoon because back before we had rabbits, we had a young male Muscovy duck in this pen. The duck had been fighting with our old male Muscovy and we were afraid he would hurt the old duck. Anyway, after dark, a raccoon came up to the lot and somehow enticed the duck to come close to the fence. When the duck got close the raccoon grabbed it and killed it, through the fence. It was horrible and took me forever to get over letting this happen. Just remembering makes me cry.
Anyhow, Bun Bun and Feona are lots safer, and couldn't be more pleased.
Today I've cleaned out the teeny tiny garden. What a mess! No longer could I look at brown dead tomato plants, dry withered bean vines, and bug eaten peppers.
Nothing left but a large sweet basil plant and the row of okra, oh! and the Citron melon vines...
Are't these pretty?
There are several hiding in the grass along the fence line.
Daddy always called Citron melons 'hog food', but they make really good preserves...
and before I go...every time our neighbor Ann stops by, the rooster wanders up and stands with us, sometimes crowing really loud. It's funny, like he talks too. This time Ann had some bread for the chickens...
and this is 'before'!
didn't mean this to be soooo long. Thank you, if you're still here.