Thanksgiving is upon us. Traditionally, this is a time to celebrate the season's harvest. In our yard, we grow fruit, vegetables and eggs. But unfortunately, our November garden is not providing Vic and me with the feast that we had hoped for this year.
This time last year, I had just finished redoing the backyard. My three new raised beds were just beginning to produce. They were orderly and attractive. The coop was built, but the chickens weren't here yet. All was peaceful and beautiful in back. Spring was spectacular with newly planted iris and narcissus, and summer was bountiful with tons of tomatoes.
Now, the raised beds are filled with the leggy remnants of spent summer veggies, and our chickens aren't laying. Who knew that they quit laying when they're molting? And did you know that they molt twice a year, not once? They cluck and complain, wanting me to come outside and visit them.