AKA protect your crops!
Above: behold: our chicken pecked tomato…
I’ve been busy—finishing the academic year and not so happy with my last assignment. My head buzzes most of the time and I seem to have not managed to develop a strategy for focus and note taking. This has lead to an endless folder in my Mac full of über interesting links as I stash and store this gob-smacking news item and the next academic paper that I know will be totally ‘on the money’. Sigh. But I digress…
Chickens Hurumfph! We have just harvested about 50% of THE most amazing heirloom tomatoes! I am torn between calling them ‘Black Russians’ and ‘Beefsteak’, but basically I have no idea, having long lost their identifying tag. 😦 What I know, in Australian parlance, is that they are ‘rippers’!
But why am I so ‘down’ on the chickens? Well, there was a slightly rotten/compromised tomato—it had a visible hole in it and when squeezed, produced grubs, so I stupidly threw it to the girls. Little did I know that this was all they needed to find a new-found taste for our beautiful bounty, which seductively hung over the veggie patch fence, into their part of the ‘paddock’. And so…only one day later, they had decided to make a meal out of the biggest, sweetest of the low hanging tomato crop. Grrrrr.
On discovery, I needed no encouragement! I picked all those tomatoes within reach of marauding beaks. So, ripe or no, they came inside. There are a few more on the vine, but happily out of reach.
I must say they are wonderful specimens (see below)—whatever variety they are!
Don’t you just love chickens? If only you could train them to only eat the insects and leave the plants alone. I am glad you saved your bountiful harvest.
Honey