We have tried growing a little bit of everything here. The things that grew best were weeds but there was an extensive production of chard and jalapeños as well. I had let it grow dormant for some reason. The gardens are never as high a priority as the critters so it probably had to do with making a goat pen or a chicken house. When it came time to start on the garden I took care of the weeds first. That's because it was easiest. Make a small opening on the end and let the chickens weed it for you.
Then the chickens took over until I evicted them. Dust baths in soft dirt are just the things to make a flock happy and I would see 5-6 chickens at a time in this small plot. I am told that I can put a couple chickens in this with a garden growing and they will go after the weeds. Not sure how much faith I put in that. They sure like to eat the buds on my Rose of Sharon bush and Patio Lemon Trees.
The garden is probably half planted here and I remember it as taking off and growing like weeds. Then the rains came, the plants were broken down, and nothing grew. After living with drought for two years, East Texas was suddenly wet. The aquifers were probably happy but my plants were pretty much dead.
I'm sure that we didn't have the goats yet when all this transpired so I think that lack of gardening right after this was because of more than resignation. I could well be the worst gardener in Texas but I do love my critters so I intend to claim that I just worked with them for a while. The only one who knows if that's all true isn't telling.
Then he drilled a second ring of holes a few inches up. When he dumped a five gallon bucket of water into the sunken bucket he watered the ground on the surface. In our climate that does not last. When the bucket drained below the top level of holes he continued watering under the surface. That should hold for a much longer time. He says that he waters twice a week unless the weather is extreme.
I have plans to improve on this. I will let the tomatoes root first. Chicken manure works very well as a fertilizer and I have some that has been percolating for a spell. I will add that with the water through the bucket. Then I will add a piece of PVC pipe to carry water to the rocks and fill with rich dirt to within six inches of the top. The top of the pot can then be used for other plants that require good drainage. I have an almost endless supply of this fertilizer. If you live in the area, I can share.
I think that this type of thought process may allow me to maximize my garden space. It isn't that we don't have enough ground. I love my trees which means lots of shade. I love the birds and that means you need to fence carefully. And so it goes.
That pretty well covers the plans. Now we will see how long it takes me to kill it all and go back to doing fence or some other menial chore. Drudgery helps me forget my brown thumb.
When we moved them to this pasture Beau felt the need to explore and kept getting free. His brother Jack has been content from the start. After a bit of an arms race Beau decided that he would be happy in his pasture. I make sure to keep food there so that he doesn’t get restless and it generally works out very well.
I grabbed his collar with one hand and proceeded to repair fence with the other. That doesn’t work very well unless all the planets are perfectly aligned. Obviously Venus or Mars was out of alignment so I took him down to the main gate and put him back in the pasture.
Before I could get back to the hole to repair it he had escaped again. With that, I just tied him up and it was about then that Sally called me to lunch. Over lunch I thought about putting the tomatoes higher and hanging them upside down in buckets. A little food helped me regain my composure and perspective as well as my confidence that I could outsmart a goat.
When I repaired the fence he just stayed inside and bleated at me while I worked.
I learned the hard way that if you want potted plants to survive being transplanted, you need a long blade to run between the dirt and the pot. It also helps if the pot is larger at the top than the bottom. I almost killed two potted lemon trees by letting them fall apart on me. This time they transplanted without incident.
I surrounded them with range fence and you will notice that the small openings are at the bottom to keep the birds out (I hope). If the plants grow well, I can reach in through the top to retrieve my bounty.