Their fun was happening here:
A portion of the turf crumbled during transplantation but even 1% success beats the erosion that was occurring before.
Thanks to friends, family and the st. paul farmer's market, we had built up a nice stockpile of plants waiting to move in. Finishing the path and mulching the garden had to wait. There wasn't much motivation left in the evening after this citycabin project.
And the bubbling pond sounds have brought a few new friends this spring. I'm a dolt, so this intially looked like a gigantic strange-acting wren that really liked falling water. Instead, "books" and my resident bird expert tell me this is an American Redstart, it prefers to breed in moist mixed and deciduous woods with undergrowth and in swamp woods (we fooled you with our that-day purchased dwarf cattails, sucker!). It droops its wings and fans its tail with bright plumage to flush insect dinner.
Update from an earlier posting: Our mallard buds have dropped by every day or three since the initial visit. Before this cat was brought in from the mean streets of South Turtle Lake I once watched her stalk wild geese, outweighing her 5x at least. It's good to see that she hasn't lost her sense of adventure.
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That grass growth is crazy. I would have never guessed it would have grown like that. To think, with 6 years of golf course turf management it really was just about waking up early and cutting grass. And I thought is was more. Fool. Additionally, moving sod (especially the crumbling kind) is about as much fun as sanding old paint off window trim and siding. Arg. But the results look amazing! Well done, Citycabin.
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