You could put up some lattice work at intervals and grow climbers up it on the windward side... Took lovely.
I got home from work today to discover more posts in the last few hours than we had in the last day! What is it about nice weather that brings us in, and yet on hot rear days like yesterday, a lot of us were out of doors doing things that would have been better saved for today? HUH... I was conversing with a lady who works at the Atrium and she was telling me about taking care of her bosses mini donkey farm over the weekend for him. Its called "Hidden ASSets" HAHA. Nice play on words. LOL. Well anyway, this guy had a silkie roo who was rather aggressive at protecting his girls, and not very hand friendly. I cracked up laughing. A not friendly silkie roo? Sheesh, who would have guessed. Roger is a not very friendly guy either to strangers. AND he is very aggressive when it comes to protecting his little slice of family heaven. Well in a few more weeks, he'll kick those little suckers to the curb and pretend they in his way. Any way, apparently her and her family did not know there was such a thing as a silkie. Good to know that I was not the only clueless person when it came to chickens the first time around.
Mom, I'd go with the stepping stones and thyme, rosemary, oregano... just for its dual purposes. Yes, they all come back every year. AND, when you need some fresh herbs, just go out with a pair of snips, and get a handful.
When it comes to hunting... I had a real crap experience when I was a kid. My bio mom's husband took me hunting when I was about 7. He did not hunt for food. He hunted to kill stuff. We didn't come back with anything to eat, he just blew chit away. Other things were also involved and made for an all around horrendous experience. BUT, I have butchered and dressed out a deer that I hit with my car, (Not really hunting, but hey, it got me dinner and a new front end,) and I cried for a moment for the unnecessary death that occurred while I was busy playing with my XM radio, (it was a new toy!) and then I thanked the deer for the meals it would provide me for a while. I have a strong belief that if you hunt just to blow chit up, then you are a real back side hole. If you hunt to put a head on the wall. stuff a duck. trophy hunting, and don't bother with the meat, just the prize, you are an even bigger back side hole, on that is encased in poop. If you hunt, and respect that you are killing an animal to eat, and you respect that life, even if you mount the head, or stuff the duck, I am OK with that. Just as long as you give proper respect to the life you took to feed your own. Understand what I am saying? Maybe its the bit of Native heritage I have going on in here... I don't know. But I do know, that when I killed that deer with my car, that night I had a dream where I was standing in a field, a great big mother moose came charging me, and I was totally terrified in my dream that it was going to kill me, and instead of running for my life, I laid down and curled into fetal position. The moose got to me, stopped, lay down next to me and put its head on my legs and I woke up crying and relieved that I was forgiven... So, in my odd ball round about way, I feel she was my spirit totem, and she was telling me it was OK. Now you all really get an inside look at my "weirdness".
When it comes to hunting a pest that is threatening my family's food supply... Well, same thing. I respect that it was looking for a meal... BUT it has got to go.
Id love to have some. lol...some LEGAL Uggos!!
