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Tag Archives: rats
A scream in the garden
Friday was an unexpectedly sunny day but cool enough for some heavy-duty work in the back garden. In view of the recent rat activity in the dakek compost bin I was keen to eliminate the issue. Having made the holes … Continue reading
It is what it’s supposed to be
As the apples on my daughter’s tree were falling off in September, I asked her to pick them before they were all lost. They were on the small side, or rather they were much smaller than the one we sampled … Continue reading
Posted in forest garden, Wildlife
Tagged Orleans Reinette, rats, Ribston Pippin, Scrumptious
14 Comments
A waste of money?
After waxing lyrical about my bokashi composting system in the early days, I am now ready to accept its downside and move on. The final straw came this morning when I emptied the bottom of the regular compost bin to … Continue reading
Just pungent or rotting ?
The pot where the wild garlic was being stored, after its removal from the original bed (in order to get rid of ground elder and in readiness for the day lilies), didn’t have big enough drainage holes in it. Thus, … Continue reading
Carbon sequestration and compost
I could have been wrapping Christmas presents but with my half day’s annual leave I decided to take advantage of a lull in the rain – the sun even came out! – to get out in the garden. Years ago, … Continue reading
Accepting the inevitable
It would be an exaggeration to say that my morning has been blighted by what I saw when I opened the dining room windows this morning. I wasn’t chuffed, though. It seems the rats don’t like pickled chillis, bay leaves … Continue reading
Never too much soil
I’m now keeping my fingers crossed that the rat which has conveniently turned my compost heap doesn’t take a fancy to the bed I have constructed by the back door. Last year, the ill-fated hugel bed I built about this … Continue reading
No longer longing for rosemary
Last year, I was hopeful that the rosemary I had sown would grow. And indeed it has but it needs to be moved from its current location, which is where the pond is going to be. So, now it is … Continue reading
Euphorbia
Christmas has felt most peculiar this year. Perhaps it is because we had our big lunch with Granny and Granddad yesterday and in the same day I booked a cookery class for my birthday next year! In any case, my … Continue reading
Posted in Days out, Gardening, presents, Wildlife
Tagged Belton House, deer, euphorbia, rats
21 Comments
Homemade bonemeal
If you’re vegetarian or vegan, the idea of buying bones for stock and then bashing them into bonemeal might make you feel sick. Once upon a time, I was a vegetarian and certainly I wouldn’t have been able to do … Continue reading