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As we're not allowed to put up permanent fencing on the allotments, I was at a loss as to how to put up a barrier so the girls could come out of their run. Someone told me about that orange fencing they use on building sites.
I found some at the builder's merchants, �47 with the iron pins to hold it up for a metre wide roll x 50 metres.
Result, temporary fence around the plot so when I'm gardening on this plot, they can come out to play. And it's very moveable, I have for instance moved it round in front of my new raspberry bed so they can't dig there.
It's been a beautiful day and done lots of digging, able assisted by the 5 girls who've gorged themselves on worms, eelworms, slugs and other delicacies they've found. They've not been much help in the actual digging. Just as I've thought oh look there's a bit of couch grass, one of them's trodden in my hole and I've had to search through for said couch grass all over again. I got covered in flying earth, scrabbled fingers from overeager hens digging away but they've turned everything over, eaten a lot of nasties and seemed to have had a high old time.
Sadly I can't leave them out when I'm not there because of fox danger but at least three times a week they can now have a roam round and I get to enjoy their company and laugh at their antics. My favourite was when Enid digging enthusiastically dislodged a small stone, it went flying and hit poor old Monica behind the ear and she staggered backwards looking very alarmed...
Sue
I found some at the builder's merchants, �47 with the iron pins to hold it up for a metre wide roll x 50 metres.
Result, temporary fence around the plot so when I'm gardening on this plot, they can come out to play. And it's very moveable, I have for instance moved it round in front of my new raspberry bed so they can't dig there.
It's been a beautiful day and done lots of digging, able assisted by the 5 girls who've gorged themselves on worms, eelworms, slugs and other delicacies they've found. They've not been much help in the actual digging. Just as I've thought oh look there's a bit of couch grass, one of them's trodden in my hole and I've had to search through for said couch grass all over again. I got covered in flying earth, scrabbled fingers from overeager hens digging away but they've turned everything over, eaten a lot of nasties and seemed to have had a high old time.
Sadly I can't leave them out when I'm not there because of fox danger but at least three times a week they can now have a roam round and I get to enjoy their company and laugh at their antics. My favourite was when Enid digging enthusiastically dislodged a small stone, it went flying and hit poor old Monica behind the ear and she staggered backwards looking very alarmed...
Sue
Some of mine will join me on my lottie soon I think
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