Keeping the trash out? Nah ... other way around when you live with kangaroos | Life Cycle | 3

I have been waiting for this moment for months.

In spring I created a dome garden from trash. Kangaroos, waskally wallabies, wombats (cc @DrWom) and wabbits in my forest eat everything that isn't caged, so I hammered old tent poles in a circle, dressed them in a skirt of wire, threaded old polypipe over the stakes and covered the lot in old netting.

I sewed up the holes with old hay biling twine. I was careful to lift the net above the ground and leave it loose, so red-belly black snakes would not get caught.

I weighed the net with old trampoline springs, which have convenient hooks.
Then I laid biscuits of old hay inside. At the outer perimeter, I tucked a ring of spuds - gone ghastly green in the kitchen, straight into the straw, about two inches deep. Inside that, I laid a smaller circle of soil and planted a wheel of sunflower seeds. A red climbing rose went in the middle, ready to twine up a stake into an old bicycle wheel.

Nothing happened, nothing happened, nothing happened ... then, boomba! Spud leaves pop through, sunflower stalks reach for their namesake, the rose goes nuts.

Early this week, the first sunflower was aching to burst out, strategically angled to the red morning.

Then today ... da, da!

Look carefully at the flower below: that honeycomb effect is the next round of seed slowly forming. Over summer, that seed head will be full of black seed, curing, ready to be scattered for next summer's crop.

Generous as a free spirit cyrptocurrency.