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Really?!? Seriously!?!

Was that young deer THAT much of a threat that you had to kill it out of season? I didn’t like it when they ate my long-stemmed roses years ago. I didn’t like it when they ate all my nice, expensive hostas that I had planted out in the yard. I definitely didn’t like it when they finally resorted to eating the ones at my front porch that had grown, untouched, since before we bought this house some 20+ years ago. I’m also not terribly happy they got into our tomatoes this year before we were able to try to deer-proof them. But really. Seriously??? If it was injured or sick and you did it for humane reasons, I might understand. If it was eating your plants or your garden, there are other ways to deter them. I sincerely hope it wasn’t just a tee-hee-ha-ha moment for you, done out of sport or meanness. What I truly can’t, don’t, won’t and will never understand, though, is why you disposed of it in the creek. Or, if it ran there after you shot it, why you didn’t retrieve it and dispose of it properly. A decomposing animal does not give off a very pleasant smell. Not quite as bad as a skunk, but on hot days it’s bad enough in it’s own right. And once there was nothing left but bones and rancid meat, one of my dogs would happily bring us the pieces almost daily. If she was caught quick enough, we could dispose of the piece(s) before she managed to swallow any of it. If not, it ended up in my house somewhere AFTER she ate it. Yuck. THAT smell is WORSE than a decomposing animal. So, thank you very much. May your actions come back to haunt you one day.


Empty Nest

What a treat tonight! The wrens that had nested in one of my fake ferns hanging on the front porch vacated their nest. I was sitting in the Doggie-TV room with a peripheral view of Doggie-TV (aka the Front Window), and I kept seeing things out of the corner of my eye. When Tic, my primary Doggie-TV watcher, finally got into a snit, I got up to look. Usually it’s a bicyclist, jogger, dog-walker, deer, squirrels, chipmunks or on a rare occasion, fox. None of those this time. It was baby wrens, taking to flight to leave their nest. I’m not sure how many there were. They flew from the table to the window ledge to the bricks to the fake plants to the decimated impatiens to the hostas to the table and around again. I sat there with Tic for about 20 minutes, just watching them. The parents would fly by and light for an instant or two with treats dangling from their mouth, then off to the trees or the shrubs they’d go. After a lot of false starts, and a lot of bouncing back and forth, they finally went into the bushes and then on to the trees. Another generation off to experience the world.

What’s wrong with this picture?

We keep the switch to our front porch light on all night. They are light-sensitive fixtures, so the bulbs are off during the day and come on when it gets dark. Sometime between yesterday and this morning the bulbs finally gave out, which means that during at least part (if not all) of the night, there was no front light. One of my front flower beds is mostly elephant-ear hostas. Huge leaves, and they flower in mid-August (although this year they flowered early). This is what I woke up to:

Does this look like hostas to you? Certainly doesn’t look like hostas to me. The deer almost always get my day-lillies down by the road, and they’ve feasted on my hostas in other parts of the yard. They’ve gotten my pansies (so I don’t even bother with those any more) and they’ve decimated our green beans in years past. But this is the first time in almost 20 years that the deer have come that close to the house when we’ve been home and eaten the flora in my front flower bed. Oh well, the deer have to eat too, I hope they enjoyed them.