Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Hen Pecked

I have been hen pecked in two different ways..well maybe three.

1) Apparently I did not tag someone else in the fun little blog game, so I am going to tag Tara and Jerry. They are over at wheresyourline.blogspot.com and I know they will love me for the invitation to play. Oh, and I plan on adding their blog site to my list just as soon as I get the time to edit it. What can I say I am super slow and my husband does most of that stuff.

2) The chickens got in my garden the other day. I am just now able to talk about it with out steam coming out of my head. Someone ( not me) left the gate open and the little boogers took their chance. My garden went from almost ready to produce, to completely gone. The good news is I caught them before they dug up the roots so I am counting on the plants coming back.

3) Our food has begun to bite ! Those sweet but a little wild Black Broilers have gone off the deep end. They now eye ball you when you go in the pen to feed them and run over to bite you. They will even try it through the chicken wire. Crazy little animals no wonder people eat them.


Lisa said...

That really stinks about your garden! You will have your revenge soon enough! :)

Thanks for playing along with the game!

Sherry said...

I hate to think I was the hen that pecked!?! I hope your garden comes back. Someday, I'm coming out there to see Skunky Acres. Let me know when it is a good time.

Tara said...

I'm so sad for your garden. That just breaks my heart! If it makes you feel any better, I just had to pull up four GIANT tomato plants due to disease. That was heartbreaking too. They had gotten enormous and were just about to start setting fruit, but they were getting sick and had to go for the good of the rest.

Oh well - we just have to get up and do it again, don't we?

Brenda said...

You are very right Tara. We will just have to get up and do it again. What a horrible thing with your tomato plants..... you can't even use them for compost. At least my garden took the place of some feed in my chickens tummy. In fact, you could say I am getting to eat my produce anyway ( when I eat the eggs !).