[Jim T]

 You can run chooks among the growing comfrey to keep it weeded and fertilised.

I thought comfrey was poisonous for hens ? mine where certainly very bad for days after eating it last time they got near one of mine.

What are chooks?

[WG.]

What are chooks?

Chickens

[Salkeela]

What are chooks?

Chickens

And you call them up "HERE!  Chooky chookey CHOOK - EEE!"

[WG.]

And you call them up "HERE!  Chooky chookey CHOOK - EEE!"

I can almost hear you calling your chooks from here, Sal ... echoing around the Mountains of Mourne, as they sweep down to the sea.

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat
But there' gangs of them digging for gold in the streets

At least when I asked them that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I found there I might as well be
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well, if you believe me, when asked to a ball
Faith, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.

Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in trath
Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Macree,
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I've seen England's king from the top of a bus
And I've never known him, but he means to know us.
And tho' by the Saxon we once were oppressed,
Still I cheered, God forgive me, I cheered with the rest.

And now that he's visited Erin's green shore
We'll be much better friends than we've been heretofore
When we've got all we want, we're as quiet as can be
Where the mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course
Well, now he is here at the head of the force
I met him today, I was crossing the Strand
And he stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand

And there we stood talkin' of days that are gone
While the whole population of London looked on
But for all these great powers he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
With beautiful shapes nature never designed
And lovely complexions all roses and cream
But O'Loughlin remarked with regard to the same

That if at those roses you venture to sip
The colours might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
Where the Mountains of Mourne sweep down to the sea.

[ziggywigs]

Those weeds look like Dockens to me I must say and the roots.  The seed heads also look like dockens and with what's left of last years leaves...just the framework.

Do you know what they look like when growing?

[pookey]

Those weeds look like Dockens to me I must say and the roots.  The seed heads also look like dockens and with what's left of last years leaves...just the framework.

Do you know what they look like when growing?

hi, I dont know what they looked like when they were alive but I think I've got them all now on the piece Im working! but some of them did break at the roots, so I'm sure they'll crop up again soon.

[WG.]

Dock seems to be the consensus of all replies.   In which case, don't worry, you will definitely see them alive later this year.  You'll get a million dock seedlings on any cleared ground.   (No matter what chemical arsenal you employ now).

Keep them hoed or use chemicals when they are seedling stage in a * fallow.