This filipendula has been growing well in my garden for several years. I ordered it in the mail as Queen of the Prairie, Filipendula ‘Venusta Rubra’, but the flowers aren’t pink enough for that. In the last couple of years, I’ve noticed that although it grows vigorously, the center has died out. This is supposed to be a sign that it needs to be divided and reset, but since it grows so well that you really have to look to see the died-out center, it hasn’t exactly made it to the top of my garden to-do list.
Today the whole family learned that someone else discovered that died-out center.
One of my sharp-eyed children discovered that this particular hen had been very diligent and now had quite a bit of company:
I was clueless
I have been working in this border off and on for the past several weeks. Earlier this week I had been moving plants quite close to the nest and never guessed there was a broody hen inches away from my garden fork. A couple of times I heard a rustling noise, looked around without seeing anything, and decided it must have been the chipmunk that has been zealously collecting the sunflower seed dropped by the birds at the feeder and burying it all over my flower beds.
But no, it was Mama Hen diligently bringing her long vigil to fruition. So far we’ve managed to count nine chicks.
What kind of chick did you think I meant?