Will you look at this...
But no... all they want to do is dust themselves.
This "garden area" ( and I use the word loosely) is across the driveway and fair game for the chickens, the turkey and anything else that happens along.
know that my chickens are pretty. I know that they give us eggs.
But... between the chickens, the deer and the turkey... I have just about given up on trying to make the driveway look like anything but... a driveway.
Napoleon, our rooster, is no help. The other day he got stuck in one of the hen's dusting holes. Like his French namesake, he is small. He's a bantam rooster and sometimes he gets in over his head. Unlike his French counterpart, he is not a good military commander and he doesn't like to start wars.
I think I made a mistake on the name.
One of the Roadies was driving my dogs crazy near the front garden fence. She was in the area I call THE BOMB DROP.
Look at her!This use to be a beautiful garden area... very Italian, with its Cypress trees and terracing.
Now, at the end of the summer, when the deer are hungry, even the "deer proof" plants are fair game. That's chewed up Lantana, in the planter, in the foreground.
DEER... TURKEY... FOX... AND CHICKENS... they all come and find sanctuary here. It's an equal opportunity rest area.
There she is...
You, Missy, are on my list.
What? You gave me an egg this morning?
"Would you and the Prospector like CHICKEN for dinner?"