Sunday, October 30, 2011

So, the cinghiale got my orto.  Actually it happened several days ago but I couldn't write...I've been in mourning.

BEFORE                                                                                                                                    AFTER

Fuckers.  Actually, it was just one fucker.  A baby fucker.

Excuse my language.  I'm still going through the mourning process.  I've reached the anger stage.

Upon noticing the damage, which is not hard to miss even for a novice gardener like me, I called Augusto.  
"Ciao, Augusto.  Bad news."
"Lina, cosa c'e'?!" 
"Cinghiale.  They took everything."
"I'll be right there."
We walked the whole area looking for how they got in.  Finally we saw this.

We surmised that it was one little guy who squeezed his chubby little wild boar butt in under my fence.  And proceeded to feast on my fave...and peas....and onions.  He was very thorough, gotta give him that.

He did leave me the broccoli, proving that children of all nationalities and species don't like broccoli.
For dinner tonight I will eat broccoli.  Only broccoli. Given the time and effort I've put into the orto and the money I've paid Augusto to prepare and plant this garden, I'm pretty sure that this will be the most expensive meal I've ever eaten.


  1. Aw, I'm sorry about the garden. Just horrible. :((

  2. onefthedanes9:48 AM

    Dear me, what a horrible thing that one/1 little wild boar can do all by himself. He had a good taste though. If it can help you a little, I can tell that you are not alone in your mourning. Also Annemie have had visitors like that. I am soory for both of you. Lets knit some fave and while we are at it, some onions too

  3. Mike in Boulder3:06 AM

    Hey, Lynn, how about some sort of animal trap? Do they have such over there? Is there some sort of local animal control office that can help you take the little buggers out of circulation?


  4. Dear Lynn,
    How sad. How frustrating! Perhaps you and Augusto could dig a moat around your orto ?
    Brenda xxx

  5. I thought it was the dog's job to protect the orto. Don't tell me they slept through it all.