Watch My Garden Growing

My gardening attempts in a new environment.

Tomatoes, Peppers, Rain and Snails … oh, and chickens, too!

I have never before seen such large snails in my garden. They have been on every plant. Every herb, every vegetable. I am sure the fact that the sun does not hit the garden nearly long enough has something to do with the whole problem. And the rain. It doesn’t just rain her and then get sunny – all better. No, it stays cloudy for a day first, then rains by bucket loads and then stays cloudy a day later. Or so it seems to me and my poor plants. The peppers are still not happy about it. I planted two new peppers in a sunnier spot. I transplanted one pepper to a sunnier spot. We will see what transpires.

I had to pick a bunch of tomatoes after the last rain. They began to split. I did not want to lose them to insects to I picked them and brought them inside. We may have a plate or two of fried green tomatoes. We did have a few orangey-red ones so I took those too. The weather said rain. I see white clouds ans sun. Go figure.

 

Update on chickens:

Seems like the hawk that lives in our neighborhood has eaten a couple. Went from an even dozen to about 8, at last count. They are still getting out of the fenced enclosure and pooping on my doorstep. Hubby sent an email to the property manager – he stepped in it. She let him know the chickens would be relocated on Sunday. It is sad they could not have just taken better care of their animals. We don’t care about the chickens, but we care about stepping in poo when we are walking to and from the car. Maybe they have learned a lesson? Probably not. We have become the “bad guys” for ‘telling on them’. Actually, if my husband was a bad guy he would have called the police as having chickens where we live is illegal. If he was a bad guy he would call animal control about the dog who is left in her crate for 8-12+ hours six-plus days a week. Yeah, we’re are the bad guys.

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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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