Sunday, April 29, 2012
The Caterpillar to Chook Chuck
Since I started growing stuff from seed I'm realising that I'm almost always putting seedlings in the ground too late. I have managed to get in about half the brassicas I want but there are still weeny seedlings in my little greenhouse that aren't quite ready. Purple sprouting broccoli and purple cauliflower and regular brussell sprouts. The brussell sprouts is risky but I'm thinking that home-grown stuff fried up in butter might just work. Surely someone besides me will eat them without scrunching up their monkey noses?
Actually, my real problem with brassicas is the white cabbage moth and their rotten green caterpillars that munch on the plants. I am becoming a bit less squeamish. I remember last year hunting down those green caterpillars that live on the brassicas and squishing them. But only with gloves on. I couldn't bear the thought of caterpillar squish on my fingers. In fact I couldn't even bear the thought of live, unsquished caterpillar on my fingers. This year I've grown up a bit. I have managed to pick off the caterpillars ungloved and chuck them to the chooks. Who surprisingly love a bit of caterpillar for brekkie. I say I'm surprised because I have fluffy, sometimes called "ornamental" chooks who don't seem to make much of a job of garden pests. They will give a snail the sideways stare and then move on. Fortunately, little green caterpillars seem to appeal to their delicate tastes.
But I'm not efficient enough at the caterpillar to chook chuck. My brassicas again this year are shamefully full of holes. Thing is, several weeks ago I decided my do-nothing approach had to end. I went out and bought some dipel. And it has sat in my shed ever since. I'm not quite sure what has prevented me from giving the brassicas a dose of dipel - it is an organic insecticide that my conscience will permit. I can only put it down to my garden laziness. Fortunately, I am also afflicted with a condition called blogger-do. If I blog about it, I will force myself to do it. I wouldn't want to let down the blog reading community. Once my fingers have put the nagging thought into words and then the publish button is pushed I am compelled into action. Finally.
So today I am obliged to go to the garden shed and mix up a dose of dipel to save those poor plants. Thank you again dear blog world.