Daisy catches up. A little.
Today is partly sunny and almost 70 degrees. That seems to be how winter in Savannah goes. It’s freezing for 2 or 3 weeks, then for about a week it’s 70 degrees with alternating rain and sunshine. It’s a delightful taste of spring every few weeks, and it makes the winters here very tolerable for a cold hater like me.
The freezing temperatures over the last few weeks kept me and Little Boy mostly indoors. I stayed in my warm bed with my fluffy comforter as much as possible, reading, researching, and hanging out on Facebook way too much. Little Boy built castles with his blocks, had parties with his plastic dinosaurs, and drew endless dragons on dollar store paper tablets.
But there’s no time for watching movies or making cookies today. We’re busy catching up on the homestead chores here at the Green Goddess Gardens. Spring is mere weeks away, and we have lots to do before we plant the first seeds in the spring gardens.
The biggest problem we’ve been dealing with are the chickens. With not as much green stuff growing in January, the girls have picked our backyard clean. Nothing left but old grass roots and pine straw. If I want to plant food for us to eat, I’ve got to keep those pesky birds out of the garden.
We started out by stringing chicken wire around about half the backyard. Well, those acrobatic biddies were able to easily fly over the 4 foot barrier! I began rescuing them from the back lane several times a day. The Herban Cowboy and I despaired about being the white trash folks on the block whose chickens are always in the alley.
I finally remembered I could clip their wings, and a bit of internet research and a few YouTube videos later all 5 girls got clipped. Note: If you’re going to do this, do it first thing in the morning before you open the coop. Take them out one at a time, clip and release. If you let them all out first, then you’ll just have to catch them, running around the muddy yard while your 3 year old laughs hysterically. Trust me.
The wing clipping seems to have done the trick. Only Mavis has gotten out since then, and only once. Have to keep an eye on that one, that Mavis.
That brought the girls down to earth, but we had another enemy to conquer: the crape myrtle tree in the garden. She blocks so much sun, and we need all the rays we can get in our shady little backyard. So last weekend, the Herban Cowboy climbed the ladder and sawed down the branches/trunks about halfway up. I chopped them up with loppers and a hand saw, hauling the branches to the chicken side of the yard. The bare trunks of the tree still stand, but those are a manageable enough size that I can saw them down and haul them off at my leisure, without jeopardizing the garden fence.
As of this writing, the Herban Cowboy is outside stapling up a chicken wire fence. Update: He just came in and announced that he’s 5 minutes from completion, but has to run to Home Depot for more staples. I love that guy.
Anyway, this is a huge deal here at the homestead. The reasons our fall garden failed were lack of sufficient sunlight and the chickens, who kept flying over the barriers we created, eating everything they could get their beaks into that WAS growing. I’m still mad about the turnips.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: thank goodness I don’t have to live off this land! I really can’t beat myself up too much, the yard was nothing but blackberry brambles and pokeweed when we bought it, and each season has brought more lessons and more food than the season before.
I haven’t been able to do much in my garden for the last few months, but now I have no more excuses. Well, except when the freezing cold temperatures return.