Wildlife Adventure Park
I hate nature
During their recent escapades, they've managed to dig half-way to China by the back fence, break two nasturtiums completely off their base (thereby rendering them rather dead), knock over several pots, and have a poke into the lettuce crate, making it look even worse than it already does after the great Rocket Revolt and the Leggy Lettuce Incident.
So today has been much groggy swearing and blocking up the hole at the end of the garden again. We're also discussing various fox repelling methods, and trying to make the teeny gap behind the shed as inhospitable and inaccessible as possible. And by "we" I mean Farmer Goth.
*I thought it was rats. I'm glad it wasn't rats, but was willing to give the foxes a pass if they were chasing rats. Turns out, foxes have a range of sounds that are horrifying, and conjure up images of babies on spikes being chewed apart by wingéd demons. Who knew?
To everything there is a season
While FG did his best Bill Murry in Caddyshack impression, I harvested the last of the peas and pulled up the plants. It wasn't a huge crop, but it was definitely peas, and they are definitely tasty, and I am definitely pleased. 10/10 will pea again. Heh.
Before: sad, dry, snail-bitten plants
All gone!
Interim Fox Deterrent. We'll see how that goes.
It's super windy and vaguely shitey, today, so I won't be spending a tonne of time, out there, now that I've done the thing, so I'll leave you with some photos from earlier in the week that made me feel exceedingly pleased.


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