Every time I get more chickens my DH keeps reminds me about the tomatoes. I grew them from seed in my greenhouse. The problem came when I couldn't decide what variety I wanted to grow so I chose 24 varities. (So far only 14 chicken breeds). Then I planted every seed in each packet. They were so small. (sound I could have hatching issues?)
Much to my surprise, every seed came up. I had around 800 tomato plants! (Still only 47 chickens). They grew bigger and bigger and finally took over my greenhouse and spilled out into the yard. I started giving them away. I gave them to the friends and neighbors, the teachers at granddaughters school, the ladies at the garden club, the friendly girl at the local Burger King, the sale to benefit disabled adults. I begged people to take tomato plants off my hands because I didn't want to just let them die (I would not be good at culling).
Today people I gave tomato plants to, even strangers, who see me on the street, in the grocery store, etc. tell me of their great tomato harvest.
Thank you all. You have given me hope that, even with the obsessive gene I inherited from someone, things will work out somehow and I won't have to just give up and move when chickens take over.
