From blokes in bee swarm to ravished garlic bed
These are a few of my favourite (recent) things; pics of things gardening brings to one . . .
Bob in the property next door where, as we can see here, she is Absolutely In Charge there, too.
Here, Bob has overplayed her hand. Well, her claws, really. Following this travesty, when most of the garlic was rooted out after months of growth (apparently in a moment of, “I can do whatever I want and I’ve got protection – the Chook Whisperer is Mine” – which has turned out to be the turning point, a moment of chook hubris), I have had to invent a way of confining Bob to barracks. More on this soon when it’s been fully tested.