So I finally put my foot down and moved planting “our†garden to the top of “my†list. (Yes, “our is in parenthesis for a reason…read on.) I knew we would be getting rain for the next few days, at least that was the latest “guess†I had heard the weatherman say. All last week when I thought I might be able to make time to plant, it was just so hot, it was in the 90’s and I thought my plants would die as soon as I planted them. I wanted to wait for better weather. I believe that cloudy with an extended period of rain expected, it was a perfect time to plant.
The killdeer was the only thing holding me back.
Their nest was right next to one of my highest raised beds. I started in my lowest bed but that made the killdeer get off her nest and complain… loudly; I tried to ignore her. I planted several rows of lettuce, beets, carrots and tomatoes. Then I had to move up to the next bed. I planted peppers, some jalapeño but mostly sweet. I moved up to my last bed, right next to the nest. Now both Killdeer were complaining, feigning broken wings and making a racket to draw me away. It was pretty hard to ignore at that point, but I was determined to finish before the rains came and I had missed my opportunity.
Then I left to go and get a rake and Dean came outside to meet me at the garage on the other side of the house. It was a little chilly with no sun and Dean told me he was getting worried that I was taking so long. I was so very sore and tired about this time, and I thought how sweet he is worried about me. Awwww! But no he was worried about the killdeer eggs! The mother had been off them a long time and he was worried they were cold. He wasn’t worried about me, my aching back, or my planting “our†garden.
Yes my husband is an animal lover. We had a cat for 17 years that I always said was his mistress. He wanted me to stop so she could go back to her eggs and warm them up. But I was so close to being able to complete my task, so I pushed on through his taunts of being so cold hearted for the killdeer babies. I finished planting “our†garden through the killdeer complaints and the husband complaints. Only then were the killdeer able to go back and sit on their nests. I did not tell the killdeer to make their nest next to ‘Our†garden. Am I a bad person?