Friday, May 2, 2008

Disaster Strikes.

Last night I was in the kitchen, making dinner. I was in a pretty good mood, humming, pots boiling, etc. It was a lovely evening, I had let the chickens out to roam the yard and they were happily eating grass and bugs. Or so I thought.

I look up just in time to see ALL FOUR CHICKENS had somehow got around or over my fencing and were just going to town on my poor vegetable garden. I flipped. I ran out the door screaming, "NO! NO! NO! NO!", hurdled OVER the fencing and started picking up chickens and hurling them back over the fence.

Unfortunately, it was too late. I don't think they were in there for very long, but in a short time they had managed to destroy all my newly sprouted beans, the cucumber seedlings and all but one of the zucchini plants, which had been doing SO well.

I was livid. Livid and heartbroken. I know they were just plants, and I guess I can plant more, but I still can't figure out how the chickens got in there, and there is no point planting more until I can build some better fencing to keep them out. Which means more money and another project I didn't feel like taking on.

Roast chicken is sounding mighty good about now.

4 comments:

Diana said...

OH NO!!!! That is awful!!! I was so happy to see your little plants growing. This is just so sad! Bad chickens!!!!

Amy said...

Argh!

I can relate. A few years back I had a similar desire for moose stew. (And my damn zucchinis and yellow squash back).

Hootchie Scooter Mama said...

Oh noes!! Stupid stupid chickens!

Do you have any survivors? Don't let those chickens out again until the plants are really big!

Hootchie Scooter Mama said...

Oh noes! Stupid chickens! Don't let them out again until your garden can fend for itself!

Or maybe hire that chicken hawk to put a good scare into them?