2012′s garden was a dismal failure. I planted all sorts of different seeds, watched them sprout and grow to about a 1/2 inch, and die. Don’t know why they didn’t survive, but the only crop I was able to harvest from the garden that year was the spinach I’d planted in the winter of ’11. Spinach is good, but when it’s the only thing the garden is producing, it’s less-than exciting. -_-
Note that I specified that the only thing we were able to harvest from the garden was spinach.
‘Cause, see, we were harvesting tomatoes from the yard.
I didn’t plant ‘em there. We just found them growing in a couple
random places in the yard, and although most of the plants were mowed
over because of the inconvieniant places they were in, at least one of
the plants survived and produced tomatoes.
After some puzzled deliberation, we decided that they must have been
“planted” by the chickens, which are contained in a movable coop Stephen
built. (I think he based it on the ones featured in Joel Salatin’s
book, “You Can Farm”?)
I don’t pretend to have a green thumb. But to find that I’d been out-gardened by a couple of cowardly birds? Ouch.
So when spring of 2013 rolled around, my competitive side showed
itself and I was determined to prove that my thumb was at least a little
bit greener than a chicken’s. I planted my seeds and felt quite
satisfied with myself when they sprouted and grew and started producing,
even when I had to buy a couple plants after a few of mine didn’t make
But, guess what we found growing in our backyard a week or so ago?
Yeah, that’s right. The chickens were at it again.
I hadn’t planted corn, simply because I didn’t want expand my garden
enough to fit it in, and I didn’t think that our seeds were good
And cucumbers? Well, one of my plants had survived, but I wanted more cucumbers than that, so I got a couple more from Walmart.
So the chickens snickered and planted corn and (I think) cucumbers.
Do chickens even have thumbs?