The backyard grass that came with the house is woefully inadequate. Regretfully, we moved in the house during the winter and didn't know until Spring that Frankie's yard never had much grass. What it had isn't enough for a 95 pound sulcata.
|Woefully lacking grass. The rest of the yard has no grass.|
|Hey, mom. No Grass. Do something.|
|I am starving, mom! Wait, is this a giant carrot?|
Since there is no grass then I must pick a bag of grass & weeds for him, twice a day, and we all know how well that is going. If I don't go pick a bag of grass then I must take Frankie for a walk.
|Frankie siting by the gate. Well, more like blocking the gate until I get the hint Frankie wants a walk|
|Frankie having thoughts of moving in with the neighbors who actually have grass in their yard.|
There's been some heated discussions as to why there is no grass in our yard and how we're gonna get some grass: Bad soil, lack of care of previous owners, not enough sun, aliens. We looked at the biggest sun blocker tree and had it removed. No kidding. Took down a perfectly healthy tree so we could grow grass in our yard. Well, okay, it was a Pine Tree and Frankie was eating too many pine needles anyway. It was a good thing to take down.
|Almost ready to be eaten.|
|Hey, this isn't fair. And I ain't eatin' your hay either.|
I got really ambitious and planted a really big section with grass seed. I didn't have enough screens to cover it all so spread hay over it. It's okay, Frankie won't eat hay even if he is starving.
|Back corner is seeded and covered with hay. Frankie ignores the hay.|
|Is the grass ready yet? Not yet? Then go get me a bag of grass. I'm hungry.|
I keep reminding myself that once I get this grass seeded and grown the task will be complete and I will not have to do this again on such a large scale.
|We'll get here eventually.|
Looks like it's time to go pick a bag of grass & weeds for Frankie. Hurry up and grow grass!