Then Saturday I went out to water my tomato plans and a massacre had happened. My beautiful 2 lb juicy ripe tomato lay on the ground all ripped to shreds. I couldn't look at it. It looked too grotesque. I walked around to the other side and noticed a number of tomatoes had been tasted. Apparently the chickens came to the same conclusion I did on which one was the best. I just walked away it was too heart breaking. When I came back later it's like it never existed. Not even a stem was left.
The next morning I got up at 5 am before the chickens wake and put chicken wire around my tomatoes. I spent a lot of time counting to 10 and didn't even want to look at the chickens. I hope the eggs taste good this week. They should have that nice sun kissed flavor.
Posted by Triton @ 11:19 PM PDT