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The early European arrivals called this continent "Vineland", because of the grape vines that grew wild over just about everything and still do. The big old corn crib next door had its poles climbed right up onto theroof and had spread over the whole roof. It was full of bats and swallows until the neighbor who had hoped to improve the barn sometime, cut the vines and they haven't remounted, but the grape vnes rule around here,. They are all over the pop up Rose of Sharon trees that came here with me, and go up my Pear trees like they meant to eat the pears. They would eat the whole tree, if I didn't cut them back...and then they creep along and under the ground. I have made jelly from the wild grapes but they are mostly seed and low on sugar.
So, of course, I decided early on that i had to plant grape vines, so I did: several vines, of several types, in several scattered locations, including beside the chicken house, hoping it would go right up, cover the roof, and mount the cupola.
Which it did, but every season when we have had grapes ripening there and in the other places I had planted them, the birds coons and possums ate them before the fruit was ripe. I think the critters like them better than the wild ones. I know that the remedy is fences , severe pruning, and nets over the developing fruit, along with a speaker system broadcasting the loud distress calls of the bird species currently feasting.
But I would rather have ... A WORM FARM!
Anyway Dog's Plot is and will stay a low volume homestead.