Weeding Helpers

We Needed A Little Break

Little Afternoon Snack

 The girls were having the best time with the watermelon.  Chatting, eating, and sharing as a good bunch of girls should do.  Quiet and peaceful surrounding.  Then all of a sudden they all cut loose...

Guess who I found with her head buried inside the watermelon!  Watermelon all over her mouth.

So before I went to bed last night I turned the water melon over because there was still plenty in the bottom.  And this is how I found it this morning.  Something came in last night and continued the eating it.  this made me make a quick head check of the girls.  All accounted for!

I Feel So Special...Really

How many of you have friends that can't wait until your birthday to give you the special gift they found for you?  I do!  I get a text from Ronda, my use to be neighbor, still out of the neighborhood neighbor, asking if I was home. Nope be there in a few.  She says I'm coming down and I have something for you.  My minds starts turning...what could it be.  And I just now it is something for the yard because Ronda and I connect that way.

It is a rooster and hen boot scraper.  Nope no boots will be scraped on this puppy.  It is to pretty and cute to be pooped on!

Come to find out that the shop in  Northside that we missed our last two trips there.  Looks like I will be making a trip back up to my new favorite little gem in the area.

Just look at all the cool stuff they stock.  And the lady makes it!

 

Couldn't find her on FB but she has a really cool blog....be sure to check it out!  I can't wait to visit the shop the next time I have a fist full of dollars.

 

 

 

Ha, Ha, Ha, You Naughty Chickens

Luke and I fixed 'em.  Yes we did.  Can't get to vegetables now.

 

 

CAUGHT!

We now have no tomatoes....red or green!  Thanks to these two.  I did find one little tiny green one way up on the top of the tomato plant that I hope they can't reach.  The good thing is that our Tower Garden in on the complete other side where the chickens never go.  Keep your fingers crossed.

Evidently there is a new dusting place...in the pea gravel around the campfire.

And then I find Susie in the flowerbed where she knows she is not allowed to go.

Tomato Eating Chickens

I don't know who is the worst, the dog eating tomatoes right off the vine or the chickens doing the same thing!  I can't win!