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Two of our chickens went to town in my winter hoop house garden. I imagine they started off with the beer I left out as a slug trap. Then, they dined on my seedlings. I imagine they didn't care much for the bok choy because that is where they made their dust bath. My heart is heavy as I learn that my attempts to barricade the gardens were not enough.
I carefully replanted buried and torn plants. I found space to put in new bean plants. And, of course, I strengthened the barricades.
Just like life, the garden has its joys, its heartbreaks, and its opportunities to learn. When life feels uprooted, you recover what you can, replant, allow for new growth, and learn.