The produce is on in the garden which means that all sorts of creatures have moved in.Was it Mr. 'Coon in the cornpatch? And his wonderful assistant Mrs. Skunk spilling her perfume? Judging my the damage, they invited all of their friends to help share the spoils. I'd say they ate 1/2 of the sweet corn this year. My blood pressure would spike every time I went to the patch. Hudson is rather excited at the prospects of a coon cap since we managed to cage one this year.
And what about Mr. & Mrs. Peacock in the garden? With their beaks in my biggest, reddest tomatoes. That's right, we're home to some transient peacocks now. I'm trying to decide if it's the garden or the highest roost in the neighborhood that attracted them.
Despite all of the predators we've still had plenty to pickle, process, preserve, and share.
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My blood boils on your behalf. I don't think one singular thing has led me to cursing like the d*** squirrels eating enough of a tomato to make it useless, and then leaving it on my lawn. Critters...
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