Dear Hon: Remember yesterday when I was raving about how beautiful the lettuce looks...how it will be perfect for the farmers market on opening day? Well, it's not so perfect anymore. You see, someone who will remain nameless (but is older than me and male) failed to...hmmm, how should I put it...properly latch the garden containment system, thus allowing a curious sheep and her buddy (that'd be Z and Dandy) to wriggle themselves in and have lunch together. Don't let Z fool you in the picture. This is her laying down digesting the feast after they were caught in the act. I'd take a picture of the devastation, but the screaming bounty was too much to bear. Black Seed Simpson limp...red and green Romaine screaming in pain...Iceburg with it's brains scattered about. Oh the horror! Nothing was spared. I suppose in light of this tragic event we should be thankful for healthy happy sheep that eat their vegetables without us having to resort to tactics of bribery or taking things away. Sincerely, The Love Of Your Life, Me.
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.