Perhaps, in a former life, I was a rabbit.
Anyway, these bowls of green leaves are making me very happy.
But: I am having squirrel issues. First time, ever. Then again, I have never planted fall crops before, and this is acorn-burying season. The squirrel is going, Whoo hoo! All this nice fresh soil, unclogged by dying tomato plants!
I know it's him, because he tosses about oak leaves as evidence. Not the brightest.
So...chicken wire will be purchased. He's dug up my onions one time too many, and turned two of my precious sea rockets upside down.
Occupy Roof Farm, says the squirrel. Inequitable division of resources.