Civil war may be approaching between me and my chickens. The problem is that they call me on my bluff. They know I’m not going to re-connect the electric fence and I’m not going to eat them – although we have had family discussions on what is going to happen to them once they pass their prime laying age.
I don’t mind that they fly over their fence and forage through all of our yard – except when it comes to my garden.
Les and I talked about how we were going to handle this situation. I like having my little garden and Justin thrives off of tending it through the summer…but Les is gone so much that it’s hard for him to take on the project of protecting the garden when we have other things that have a higher priority for his time.
We decided we’d plant a chicken garden in pots and rotate the pots through the chickens’ part of the yard this summer.
Yeah….well…so much for that plan.
My boys and I spent the afternoon yesterday prepping the garden and planting some seeds. I only got my herb seeds planted so far, the chickens’ pots with seedlings, and one bed of kale with the left over seedlings. Do you know what we found as we were walking out to the van for church this morning? In the 45 minutes the chickens had been out thus far, they devoured and uprooted all my kale and left their plants completely alone! They’re mocking me!!!!
It’s time to get creative.
Niki is making a quilted travel bag for Gabriel
There’s an ice cube inside his “watermelon”
Nothing fancy – just writing down which seeds actually go into the ground
The kale that no longer exists
Within an hour of planting these flowers – spiders moved in. Those are all baby spiders. Seriously. Those are baby spiders.
Homemade popsicles – it’s our thing during the summer. This is one of our personal favorites: apples, little bit of fresh ginger, and kale. It’s seriously good. Think fresh apple juice with a kick. This week the boys are going to be helping me make more popsicles from this book.
Somebody has two teeth coming in – this cold popsicle helped relieve the soreness (and the grumpiness)