I dug a bunch of potatoes today. And it was about 1/4 of the plants. I did three plantings, so some are still green, while the earliest ones are dead and brown. The rain we got Saturday made the weeds easy to pull, so I dug those as I went. Die, crabgrass, die! Wish I could dig all the way around the garden, but not enough time or energy.
One of my younger hens is getting pecked on by the older three. She's the largest bird, and mostly rather aloof. I'm wondering why they pick on her?
Mary, I need one of your roos to restore order in my flock!