Weeds. ALL OF THE WEEDS. At this point I think I need to start looking up culinary uses for Lamb's Quarter because we have a ton. Mission for this weekend? Fifteen minutes with the trimmer, another fifteen with the lawnmower, and then we plant more veggies.
The baby chicks do not mind the weeds, but their favorite garden activity seems to be pooping on my furniture.
Gratuitous baby toes feeling out the grass!
In addition to weeds, chicks, and baby toes, though, we have roses. A few years growth and some good rain has turned my "rose hedge" into something that actually resembles a hedge. They're not the kind of roses that have much of a fragrance (yellow "knockouts" for those who are interested), but they are very easy to care for.
But getting back to the chickens, we introduced the big girls to the little girls (and boy) the other day. There was some definite aggression--a few of the littles got thumped on the head pretty good--but mostly they just stayed apart.
I really want to get them integrated before we go on vacation in late June, so I foresee that I will soon be spending many afternoons and evenings supervising things from my (hopefully not poopy) lawn chair!