In the previous entry I lamented the problems of the dog running through the new raised bed. On second thought, I kinda wish that was all he did, but a few days later and this is what I woke up to. As you can see I did end up with a picket fence panel on one end, unfortunately it wasn’t enough to stop the bed from being completely dug up.
As if that was not bad enough I awoke this morning to the same dog digging his way underneath the brand new chickgloo (chicken tractor) that is home to the week old chicks recently purchased to be raised for meat. There were 25 of them until this morning, and now there are 20.
Here’s the chickgloo yesterday:
And here’s one of the chicks. His name is Pecker:
Don’t pray for patience. Just don’t.
