|Meet the new bed, same as the old bed.|
The raised bed above is the same one we used for peppers last year, with one difference that you'll doubtless note. While mixing in some compost in preparation for onions, I uncovered another bovine humerus lovingly placed by Digging Dog (™). Rather than play that game with her again this year, I have covered the bed with a bit of the yard fencing that we tore down last fall. Onions should not be bothered by it, but my four-legged undertaker will likely have to find somewhere else to ply her trade. The other beds, though both longer and wider, may get a similar covering. That depends on Digging Dog's next move.
You'll notice lots of wood mulch around the beds that wasn't in last year's picture. I recently discovered that our good friends at Asphlundt** will give you a truckload of wood chips just for the asking, as it saves them the trouble of dumping or recycling them. I've successfully placed a truckload and a half so far. Unfortunately, my chickens have decided that such chips are always in exactly the wrong place and put considerable effort into moving them.
I also found a use for my 55 gallon plastic drum since we are not growing potatoes in it this year*** and since it no longer holds water. It has become an enormous ossuary for the deerly and cowly departed. The would-be undertaker can smell the bones, but she cannot get at them. It remains to be seen if this tactic will result in more bones being dragged home or fewer.
* Well, microbes.
** The folks who trim roadside trees for the county.
*** Sort of like last year, but without all the hope and pictures.