My little strawberry bed is overgrown and useful for little more than producing new plants so we built a strawberry tower. We used sheep poop/straw compost layered with soil in a welded wire cage and transplanted some of the strawberry starts. The white pipe set in the middle has holes in it and provides a route to water inside the tower. We'll see how well it works before building any more. Should be easier to pick berries and trim off runners.
We had a terrible rat problem in the greenhouse this season so Bob added a concrete curb inside the door to block the gaps where we think the little bastards were getting in. Hope it works!
Inside the greenhouse I am finally getting shelves where I can grow plants in pots and store supplies off the ground. Here is the first one, sixteen inches wide. We'll put another one like this on the other side and a narrower shelf above that. A winter project for Bob.
Here's Tux. She's getting gray and showing her age but is doing well.
We needed more space for hay storage so built this quonset hut using stock panels and a tarp. It's a handy temporary shelter where the hay is stacked on pallets to provide air circulation and prevent mold growth.
Bob built up the garden beds for me. The soil just wasn't deep enough in what we had. Carrots grew down a couple inches, hit sand and turned sideways. No good. I filled these up with compost and sheep manure and hope we'll have good results next year.
Here are my duck girls. We removed the fencing we had around the garden and moved their house to adjoin the sheep pen (second picture). It took a while for them to adjust but now all is well.
Here are some pictures of Hattie bossing the sheep around. I caught Boots nose to nose with her this morning, just calmly sniffing each other. This is Hattie's idea of heaven.
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| Happy Hattie |
The boys are growing their winter coats, some long and curly, others short and straight, but they will be well insulated from the cold. I love digging my fingers into that thick wool, and they're so much cleaner than the mud-caked creatures we brought home. I can't believe they've only been with us seven months.
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| Timmi |
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| Right to left: Gimpy, Boots, Stomper, Timmi. Mocha in the rear. |
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| Stomper |
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| Mocha |
