Green Fingered

I was going to contribute to the newly created joint venture, but I realised that being a tad bit too miserable today, it would have spoiled the cheery atmosphere.

Because after weeks of ploughing the garden, adding compost, weeding and stuff, the freekin' birds have eaten my pea seedlings. They've waited until the tiny green shoots came out, dug the peas out and scoffed them.

For revenge, we'll have chicken tomorrow.