Wednesday, January 11, 2012
We came home from a holiday yesterday. I know I have turned into my nana because before we even unpacked the car I was in the backyard inspecting the veggies. Corn as tall as me, tomatoes everywhere, loads and loads of beans. Even Monkey Man delayed unpacking the car to get up the ladder and twist a few beans while I spent half an hour tying up the tomatoes that had grown wild while we were gone.
The little monkeys are spending a couple of nights with their grandparents so Monkey Man and I had the luxury of a sleep in this morning. I got up three hours later than usual to the sound of a yapping puppy. Naturally, I immediately took her outside and went to check on the chooks and the veggies.
The rotten goats from next door had knocked down part of the fence and had been feasting on my garden.
Phoebe who lost all of her veggies in a storm on Christmas day. Or Hazel who is foolish enough to own goats who prevented her from growing veggies all last year. But still. I was only the night before patting myself on the back about the bountiful, beautiful garden full of veggies I was managing.
Well at least they left me the basil and they must have been full by the time they reached the tomatoes 'cos they've only been nibbled.
Just as I was inspecting and moaning my loss for the second time I looked at the hole in the fence and I saw the culprits. Peeping through the crack contemplating dessert. And for a moment my heart melted because it was the cute baby kid who is so friendly and fearless of humans. But then I saw her ugly mother hovering nearby and I came to my senses. So I roared and jumped at them and set Monkey Man to work fortressing up the fence.