Sweetie the heifer who decided one day to stick her head in the front door to see what was up. Right through the screen.
This year I thought I'd be battling bugs and weeds in my fruit crops.
I've got a critter battle going on, and that's the worst kind. On our farm, I'm in charge of all the fruit and vegetables. This year I'm hoping that you will see a self serve stand or two called "Fairchild Farmgirl Produce" around our neck of the woods.
That is, if I can keep these animals out of everything.
Let me just say that when I first saw my strawberry bed, I was delighted. Tons of blossoms on all my plants. 'This is my year!,' I thought foolishly. Then I left them alone. A watched pot never boils right? I went back a week later only to see strawberry plants eaten.
WHAT? Then I saw her the next day. Sweetie. Eating my strawberry patch to her hearts delight.
Out in the apples it was the same story. All my Honey crisp blossoms eaten along with inches of leafed out branch. "Big D! There's something eating my apple blossoms! You need to find it and kill it." I snapped at the poor man who had too much to do already.
"I know what it is." He told me with a laugh. "It's big and black and weighs close to 900 pounds. Find a way to keep her in and you'll be fine."
So finally we put up a fence that could keep her in. Five jewels of snap that she doesn't even look at anymore.
Out in the strawberries, I notice that the plants are growing again, but the blossoms aren't there. Then I spot her...a hen. Eating blossoms.
I called up Don Denekamp and told him I had a gift for him, a hen that eats strawberries. He took her and put her in his chicken coop.
Problem solved? Nope.
The vicious circle keeps a spinin'.
"Mom! Your sheep are out in the apple trees and they're eating them!" Why aren't they just "my sheep" when the lamb check comes?
"Mom! Your sheep are out in the grapes again! They're not even touching the grass, just eating leaves and clusters!" When did they grow? They shouldn't even be able to reach the clusters.
That's right, we haven't tightened sagging wires yet.
Last night D and I drove around the place and found that the sheep were out once again. But guess what? We found out where they were getting out! Found some tell tale signs of wool sticking to the fence. We're a modern day Sherlock Holmes detective team!
Later on, I was feeling pretty good about the whole deal and doing dishes, when Big D comes in and shouts...
"Your stupid dog is eating chicken eggs again and got'em all over her face!"
My stupid dog?
"Defender of Food", Fairchild Farmgirl
PS I was out checking strawberries just now and my stupid dog was eating them too. I think it's going to be harder giving away a smelly New Foundland, so I better find a way to deal with her, right?