A month ago, when last I posted, the War with the Rabbits had just begun.
Now it is escalating beyond repellent granules to violence and the building of fortifications.
The other night I turned the hose on one of the unholy snackers, and sent him fleeing into the next yard, where I hoped he might meet the big black and white cat. The next day, after planting some hardy begonias, I built a stick fort, hoping a good stab in the belly might be a deterrent.
The weather is not helping. Almost a month without rain means that the lawn is dry hay, and the flower garden is honey and figs and paradise.
Every time I drive over to this garden at least six members of the Rodentry are sneaking around, having just sampled choice bits of this and that.
Where are the coyotes when you need them?
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1 comment:
They can eat one out of house and home. I fence in my veggies, but have more problem with little dogs and cats trampling my handy work.
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