No, not Aunty Del she is still a good wee heifer. Still not sure if she is pregnant though.
No, yesterday morning I had a full tray of broccoli seedlings. Megan noted that they were all coming up when she watered them in the glass house in the morning. By yesterday afternoon there were only a couple left. And here is the culprit.
Sorry his face was out of focus but he was shaking his head as he chewed on the last broccoli saying “Not me I did not eat it, I don’t even like vegetables.” Lying Insect.
We worked hard yesterday too. Hugo mowed acres of grass here and across the way. I trimmed under all the electric fences and Megan gardened and cooked and managed her chores with ease.
Then we rested – we are very good at resting. And eating. These two teenagers are very good at eating.
Poppy got into the weeds and her tail is now a mess of burrs. Hateful things. I am going to have to get someone to help me by rubbing her belly to get her to lie down so that I can cut them out. Her horses tail was so long and pretty too, but I will have to cut them out – tail and all.
Poor Poppy but as you know there are no fences as far as Hop and Pop goes. She gets into everything.
We had finished the milking yesterday evening and I was just about to pour the milk into the house jugs and I was saying to John “…Oh no, we had a good day – no-0ne escaped.” when into the milking shed walked Poppy. I had let her out just before the milking for a graze – sigh. “Spoke too soon.” I said, as I quickly lifted the buckets out of her reach. When she is in heat she will not be allowed out of her backyard though. She just goes under the fences from any the field. This is just her way, I don’t mind really. The cows don’t care.
She always comes when I call – galloping, her ears flying out behind her.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Love,
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
37 responses to “The Culprit”
Poor plants and Oh Poppy – Ouchie – burrs are nasty buggers! My cat growing up was a long-haired tabby and once we moved out the farm she was shaved multiple times over the years due to burrs. We got to the point where we would shave her mid to late June into mid September. Otherwise she would lick her tongue raw trying to remove the burrs.
Happy Day – Enjoy 🙂
You should have grabbed that overgrown grasshopper and all his brethren and served them up for supper. That way the broccoli wouldn’t have gone to waste.
A bit of wild honey to go with it would have made a biblical feast.
Did you manage to stomp on that bug? Oh dear Celi .. They didn’t even make the garden. Shame
I know – nothing for it really – and I am out of seeds – they are nowhere to be found once mid-summer hits here – you have to get them on the internet
Wish I could send you a bundle! NZ seeds of course 😄
You caught him read-handed with your camara, that culprit! Isn’t that impertinent what he was doing to you? – Did you murder the murderer of your brocoli?
Funny Poppy-tail! Poor her. But makes you a lot of additional work. Oh, and flying ears! – What a girl…
My MIL ruthlessly dispatches grasshoppers with the secateurs… before I can grab them for relocation. I guess I’m not a gardener yet.
That’ll come at TA, once you discover the little buggers munching their way through your tender greens and eating the new leaf tips out of your plants and trees. I trust you’re going to keep chooks? Grab, and deliver them up to the Girls, who will greet you with cries of joy and fight for the delicacy. We have just too many. I tried, but in this hot dry weather, it has reached biblical proportions and I can no longer waste my energy picking them out of the vegie garden and plants every day…
Eventually we’ll do a risk benefit analysis and consider chooks 🙂
During my five-odd years visiting blogs I have had a WordPress problem only once and that with my rather large blogroll. Now for the third day the ‘farmy’ post is not in my box mornings . . . yes, have resubscribed twice with no results: I may be on a ‘blog holiday’ but would still love to have a quick read when possible 🙂 ! Has anyone else suffered from the same fate? All my others seem to be arriving . . . . . With my seedlings it is usually a matter of snails and slugs: slimy things . . .
What will Boo do when “his” young man goes home? Those two appear to be inseparable. Poppy is such a free spirit! Ornery grasshopper!
Poor little Poppy.
In Mexico they eat crickets with garlic, chilli and lime – they are delicious 😉