Garden

On top of the stress, some bastard stole 17 of my ducklings.

I am, as you can expect, rather angry about this.

The ducklings were here and accounted for at 4.30pm when we got home from Isaac’s psych assessment and I couldn’t see them at 7pm last night when I was on the phone to Mum. At the time, of course, I just assumed that the mother had put them and herself to bed already, and I filled up the water containers, didn’t bother doing a full head count and went back inside.

This morning when I woke up to a frost, I figured I’d best check to make sure everything had survived the night.

Outside, I found 3 ducklings with one mother and one mother with no babies at all.

A quick walk around the paddock found one duckling in a nest that they’d slept in, obviously suffocated – this duckling belonged with the 3 other live babies. (How can I tell you ask? They were slightly different colours, because of a 2 day age difference). Obviously that mother had slept indoors with her 4 babies.

A long slow walk around the paddock turned up nothing.

A detailed examination of all the water containers, the blackberries, the septic tank, the marshy back corner and ALL the surrounding paddocks (risking electrocution and plover attacks), plus the sides of the road and the paddock across the road, showed nothing.

17 ducklings, vanished.

Last night, as I cooked dinner, Maisy barked at the window. We ignored it, being busy, figuring she was barking at the cat. Now, we assume she was barking at whoever was in the yard, stealing ducklings. Cars and people stop at the front of our house all of the time, so it’s not something we pay attention to anymore.

Moral of the story? Always check when the dog is barking. Always.

I’ve been on the phone to the police this morning who agree with me, that losing 17 is definitely theft, as a hawk or snake would only take 1-2, and not 17 in a 3 hour time frame. And if they’d died of anything else, I would have found remains.

I am so upset. They’re only 4-5 days old and so so fragile still. They won’t survive if they’re separated from each other and they’re probably already doing badly without their mother. I’m worried about them, hand rearing ducklings is hard work. The RSPCA has also been notified, so that they know to ring me if ducklings start arriving there.

On top of the duckling theft, we had a major frost that wasn’t forecast on my weather forecast and I lost nearly the entire contents of my garden.

All of my tomatoes are dead, or dying. I didn’t even get any to ripen on the bush this year. I’ll save what I can for green tomato chutney and for ripening inside, but still. That’s over 100 tomato plants dead.

All my pumpkins died. I was able to rescue 3 half grown pumpkins off the vines, but all the vines are dead.

All of the zucchini. All of the corn, the basil, the cucumbers.

Everything.

You know how sometimes it just feels like too much? Yeah, this is too much. The stuff in my garden was for preserving and bottling, to get us through winter, on a tight budget. The ducklings would have been sold at the growers market in a few months.

I am Not Impressed.

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Oh my word has it been a big week over here. Not only did I get engaged and get quoted in the newspaper, but yesterday I sold another one of my ducks to Lauren (I hear he’s going to be very tasty), and had another six ducklings born. Now I’ve just got two ducks left sitting on eggs, so a minor duckling explosion is likely to happen again soon.

I’m still very excited about getting engaged, although I started researching prices of things and had to walk away from the computer. I have a budget, it’s very tight and very tiny and I will get married and it will be fantastic, regardless of the fact that we won’t be having white linen napkins and a sit down dinner.

Considering the Internet is very clever and appears to be populated with women and men who have married someone, I would love to ask for your wedding stories if that’s possible?

What did you do that worked brilliantly and you loved?

What did you think you would love, but it didn’t work out so well?

And what did you do to cut costs?

When I say I’ve got a very small budget, think tiny. Teensy. Like, I’m planning on getting married for under $1000 if I can do it. Also, if you’ve got suggestions for where to buy cheap things, I’m all ears. I priced wedding invitations and somehow, I think I might be making and printing my own. Ebay looks good so far too.

I guess the big thing is a dress of some description and enough good food and company to have a fantastic party afterwards.

And in unrelated news, my garden is going relatively well, for dirt that hasn’t had anything done to it for years and therefore, has no nutritional goodness in it (yet). (Watch me plant the entire thing in green manure crops this winter)

Tiny female pumkin flower – the first one on this particular vine.

Not sure what type of pumpkin this is, my seeds were a heirloom variety for cooler areas. It could be a butternut. It looks delicious though. It’s about 20cm long at the moment.I’ve got another two bigger ones on different vines, both different types.

And my tomatoes are doing well enough, even if the plants are smaller than what I’d hoped for and the fruit is steadfastly refusing to ripen up yet. A frost a few days ago killed the tips of some of the plants, but they will survive. As a side note: Frost? In February? Come on Tasmania, I know we haven’t had a summer, but really?! REALLY?!

Anyway. Wedding tips. Give me all you’ve got.

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Sunday Selections – everything is flowering!

by Veronica on January 9, 2011

in Garden

The garden, despite the frost a few days ago, it doing rather well. The frost killed off the top leaves on a lot of my plants, but the plants haven’t died, thank God and they’re flowering now.

I’m crossing my fingers that everything goes well from here.

Purple podded pea flowers

Yellow tomato flowers

baby pumpkin with flower still attached

Orb spider sitting in its web

honey bee cleaning its mouth

Climbing bean flowers

For more Sunday Selections, go and see Frogpondsrock

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Oh yes, it was BRILLIANT, right up until we had a bit of a breeze and some rain.

I woke up this morning, to find it collapsed and half the joins broken. No matter I thought, DUCT TAPE. It fixes everything.

I hassled Nathan until he got out of bed to help me and in the middle of a rainstorm, with the wind trying to blow us away, we put it back together. Of course, then the sun came out and defrosted our frozen fingertips and ears.

We pinned it down better than before and went away.

An hour later, it sailed merrily across my paddock, dropping poles and joins all the way.

This time, it was pretty broken.

Some people might have called it fucked, but not me.

No, I am more determined than intelligent.

Through the waist high grass I dragged its various bits and pieces back to the small enclosed yard.

Wind safe! I thought. Protected! I thought. Easy to access!

Haaaaaaaaaaa. Cough.

Amidst a lot of swearing, Nathan and I put it back together. We only had to traipse back out to the paddock to look for missing pieces half a dozen times or so.

An entire roll of duct tape and an awful lot of cursing later, it was back upright and mostly okay. We pinned it down, even better this time and went inside.

It will be fine I thought. It’s protected from the wind on all sides! The weather isn’t even hitting it.

I kept thinking that, right up until the wind grabbed it and tried to steal it.

Again.

Racing outside in bare feet, I grabbed it and held it down, while the wind gusts passed.

And then we tied the fucking thing to the fence on one side and star pickets on the other side. I’d like to see it try to run away now.

On the upside, the temperature inside must be sitting somewhere near 38C – a far cry from the 10C it actually is outside.

As soon as I can find the energy to bring the watermelons and honeydew seedlings over from the big garden, I’ll pot them up. Again.

I’m sure they’ll be grateful.

UPDATED:

Photos. Because Kristin asked me for them.

I tied it to the fence. Front and back. If it goes, it takes the fence with it. Please don’t let that happen.

A bamboo stake promotes “stability”.

More “stability” and lots of duct tape. And some grass.

And now, two different dramatic representations of how it looked when I found it blown away.

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Stupidly excited

by Veronica on December 10, 2010

in Animals, Garden

You guys, look what I bought myself.

You have not lived until you’ve tried to put together a flat pack greenhouse with 2 children running under your feet, stealing poles, nicking joiners, losing the poles and joiners in the long grass and smacking each other with sticks. Isaac also tromped all over the tomatoes and pulled out a pea plant or two. Kids. Nathan eventually came out to help – not so much help me put it together, but stop the kids impaling themselves on poles.

Anyway.

I am stupidly excited about this. A greenhouse is something I have lusted after for years – ever since we put our garden in and realised that Tassie gets barely 3 months of decent growing season, before the frosts come back and kill off the tomatoes.

With a greenhouse, I’m hoping I can extend our season enough so that I’m growing things for 9 months out of twelve. Cucumbers! Capsicum! Melons! They will all actually ripen.

I ordered it online from a sales website and worried that it wouldn’t be any good. But it’s sturdy enough and the plastic is mesh filled, to prevent tearing, definitely something I need with small ones (and sticks) running around.

Now I can grow more tomatoes! Even when it gets frosty!

Like I said. Stupidly excited.

Inside are my cucumbers, watermelons, luffa, basil, lettuce, cauliflowers and my honeydew melons. I’ll add tomatoes and probably some more cucumbers in the next few weeks.

The rest of the garden is doing well too. The heirloom tomatoes are ready to stake and the pumpkins are taking off. Sort of anyway.

Pumpkin at the bottom, rock melon middle left, basil and collard in the middle, tomatoes through the rest of it, with some bush peas and corn thrown in for good measure. (wide angle lens. the garden is bigger than it looks here.)

The house garden is going mad too, between the peas and potatoes, I can’t walk through my path in the middle anymore. Somewhere in there are climbing beans. I’m hoping they’ll make it to the surface to flower eventually.

I’ve been madly picking snow peas and our strawberries are starting to ripen too.

In the very left hand corner, next to the white plank, you can see a bush? That’s my black currant bush. My two grandmothers struck that for me, before Nan died. I’m so pleased it’s doing well and my great grandmother will be too when she sees it at Christmas. I’ll take cuttings to strike when the new growth hardens up a bit. It’s covered in berries at the moment, we’re just waiting for them to ripen.

And ducklings.

Because what kind of blogging duck farmer would I be, if I didn’t share photos of the fuzzy cuteness?

Platter appearance by Frogpondsrock – it was full of shell grit, but I filled it full of water just after this photo, just for the babies. I really shouldn’t put her ceramics outside for the animals, but it was the only thing I had at the time. Heh.

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