Watch My Garden Growing

My gardening attempts in a new environment.

A Day Such As This

Good day to everyone. By 7:30 this morning I was outside watering my gardens. That is not where it ended. I fixed the fence around my neighbor’s chickens and cleaned all the chicken poop from the car port and deck. You  may be wondering why I did such things? Well, because the chickens ate my hostas and my potatoes. Yep. Every single one.

This is not the first time. For the poop or their appetite.

Let me explain. Three families live here. My husband and I took the downstairs apartment because we had a dog, Luna, who needed to be taken out and played with. We thought downstairs with easy access to the back yard was a smart move. At the time, there was just one female grad student living in the upstairs unit so we felt it was a really good choice. Then a nice ‘newlywed’ couple moved into the “cottage” above the carport area. Cool.

Well, the grad student was a mental case and would scream and moan and cry at all hours of the night. Not kidding. Ridiculous. She was a mess. But then she moved, yay! A young couple with a child and one on the way moved in upstairs and seemed like a really nice couple. Yay! Both work and seemed really responsible. They have a dog. A sweet dog. A well behaved dog. She won’t even come in the apartment when the door is open. Unfortunately, they leave her crated while they are work. Now, normally I would not have a problem with that but they don’t always come home after work. On the weekends they leave and she howls, cries and bangs against the crate for hours. My husband actually had to call them at midnight to see if everything was okay because she had been going at it nonstop for two hours. They weren’t home. Yes, they have a new baby and a toddler. We have offered to take the dog out when they aren’t home to water, feed, and let her do her business.

So, now they have bought chickens. 12. A dozen hens a-laying. They take just as good care of the chickens as the dog. Actually, the chickens have more freedom. Hence, the chicken poop issue. They hop the fence. They scoot through openings. They poop everywhere! No problem if my neighbors cleaned up after them. But I should have not expected that since they have decided trash is the new chic. I am feeling like I am living in a trash heap. I had enough.

Today, I cleaned the poop off of everything. I fixed the fence and put eight chickens back inside. Don’t know where the other four have ended up. I heard that one was hawk dinner. I cleaned up the neighbor’s trash – literally – and mess left on the deck we all share. Or, we are supposed to share. I haven’t been able to use it because their kids pool, sandbox, and two sets of tables and chairs were all over the place along with towels and, yes, actual trash. I am not happy.

I usually wash down the carport and deck areas regularly anyway but it is not my “job” to do so. I just help the property manager keep things picked up and clean. My husband does some handyman stuff for them when something breaks. We care about where we live. The other couple have planted some great flowers at the base of their stairs in order to “pretty-up” the place. The young couple? They have thrown car parts all around the parking area. I am really not happy.

The chickens have killed all but one of my potato plants. They ate ALL of my hostas. They have eaten my beans, peas and corn plants. I am REALLY not happy.

Hopefully, tomorrow, I will work in my garden and pick a nice green tomato to go with dinner. Yummy! Friday is reserved as beach day and then back to the grind.

 

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Chickens, Peacocks and Peahens

English: This picture was taken at Warwick Cas...

English: This picture was taken at Warwick Castle, during my 2003 travels around Great Britain. I loved how these peacocks kept trying to woo the peahens, and the peahens would have none of it. This one time, as a peahen walked over, a peacock started rattling its plumage at her. She ignored it and kept on walking. Another peahen walked over, and the peacock quickly turned and started rattling its plummage at the new one. Not very picky, was he? (Isn’t anthropomorphizing fun?) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My husband called me as I was waiting to get onto the ferry. I take a ferry to and from work each day- yeah, sounds cooler than it is. I leave the house at 6:15 and I get to work at 7:15. LONG day on a short day…

Anyway, he called to tell me there was a peacock and peahen in with the chickens! Sure enough, they were still there when I got home. We watched them a bit and went down to make dinner. About an hour later I went to water the garden and they were still there! So was their owner! LOL! He lives two houses down and they wandered off. He said they like small birds, such as the chickens, and wander off the property every now and then. The neighbor in-between us puts out cat food for the strays and the peacock and hen usually visit his place, according to the owner – Allen, and will probably visit us more now the chickens are out and about!

Check them out:

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