Generally, the week has a rhythm, a certain routine. But, every once in a while, there is a
curveball, a completely unexpected and unpredicted issue that we must address.
While I realize this happens to everyone, I don’t think everyone starts their
day trying to figure out who/what ATE
part of their paycheck.
Oh, yes…something
literally ATE part of our paycheck.
Morning started in the usual way. Check the news and weather, feed the animals,
have breakfast and discuss the jobs for the day. We also were wondering if and when we would
get my vehicle back from the shop, but that’s a story for another time.
The Boss set off to harvest potatoes for Market. I headed to the hoophouses to mark the areas
that needed clearing and tilling, and to make a mental list of what needed
harvesting. It looked like the green beans needed some attention as well.
Hoophouse #1 looked pretty good, a little weedy, but the
crops were looking healthy and nice.
As I walked into #2, I had the strangest feeling that
something was amiss.
Hmmm, that looks odd…
….I think that
lettuce is shrinking instead of growing.
Wait a minute! Lettuce doesn’t shrink!
My first thought was that the recent heat had been too much for the tender crop. While there are some plants that succumbed to the heat, heat alone didn’t account for the large swaths of damaged plants.
weeds weren't good enough |
No tracks, no scat,
no burrowing…what in the world?
It was time to call for reinforcements. A phone call to the Boss had him hurrying to
the hoophouse, trap and tools in hand.
Forget the plan for the day…we were under attack!
.
Finally, he installed boards across the doorways to make
varmint entry difficult. Of course, it
makes human entry difficult as well.
But, we’ll work around that…save the lettuce at all costs!
The hoophouse looks like a fortress. (Which is rather
amusing considering we are probably protecting our crops from fairly small
rodents).
On the off-chance our unknown assailant is a groundhog, the
trap was set up with bait…on the OUTSIDE of the hoophouse.
If, perchance, the culprit is indeed rabbits…
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