It was like walking in to a set on CSI - there was carnage everywhere. I got home from work and went to my back deck to check on my 2 week old ladies. It was a nice sunny day and I had them set up for good sun exposure and protection from prying eyes and the wind… or so I thought.
Dirt was strewn across the deck. Limp bodies were everywhere. Roots exposed to the heat of the day for goodness knows how long. Twisted leaves… No… NO…NO! NO!! NO!!!
I knelt among the wreckage of my first grow, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened, and then I saw them, fluttering amidst the soil. Feathers. Crow feathers.
My grow had been demolished by a @#$! CROW!
I just knelt there for a minute, taking a few deep breaths and trying to remind myself that anything worth doing requires persistence and time, and that even well laid out plans will sometimes get torpedoed by the most bizarre and random occurrences.
And then I saw it, out of the corner of my eye… there was ONE LONE SURVIVOR. Root ball upended. Sorta lopsided. But alive. And where there is life?
There is hope…