Baby kohlrabis. Basil seeded in the flat behind but not peeking out yet.
Peppers, cabbages, broccoli, cauliflower, etc. All of the weed fabric and irrigation line is stuff that I used on the market garden last summer.
Wider view of the kitchen garden. The potting shed looks like it's about to fall over, but that's just distortion in the image from the super-short focal length of the lens in a cell phone camera. It's actually quite level and plumb.
Not so funny, funny story time. Three nights ago when Mrs. Augie went out to shut the chickens up there was a raccoon on top of the brooder house sniffing around trying to figure out how to get in and have fresh pullet dinner. I did what I always do when there's a chicken thief sniffing around my flock - grabbed my trusty Ruger 10-22 and gave the varmint a terminal case of lead poisoning. No big deal, right? Wrong.
Fast-forward 24 hours. Mrs. Augie is out messing with her flower bed and hears a funny noise coming from the brush on the neighbor's side of the fence. Calls daughter over. Daughter calls me over. Yep, baby raccoon crying for momma. Daughter climbs over the fence and catches baby raccoon. Now, I'm a practical guy from a farming background and my first inclination is to whack it in the head and be done with it. No. It's too cute and pitiful. I'm over-ruled by irrational females.
Daughter gets an eye dropper and feeds it. Puts it in the baby chicken cage in my shop with some towels and a heating pad. A few hours later Mrs. Augie goes out to shut the chickens up and hears another one. Calls me out there. The first one had crawled out of the nest and fallen out of the tree. This one is still in the tree. I get the look. So I drag the ten foot stepladder across the fence into the brush, climb up into the tree and retrieve baby chicken thief number two. Daughter feeds it and into the cage it goes.
Next day Daughter googles how to raise baby raccoons. Off to the store for kitten formula she goes. They have to be fed every three to four hours. They have to be kept warm. They have to have their little private parts massaged to stimulate them to eliminate waste. Wife and daughter run off to kansass for the weekend leaving poor Augie to take care of baby chicken stealers.
I know, I'm a special kind of stupid. LOL
