It seems that every time I told somebody new about my plans for a garden one of their first questions was always “Are you going to put up a fence?” Then they would go on to explain how the deer would devastate our garden if we didn’t. My response was always that I would wait and see, as there had been very few deer sightings on our property.
Fast forward several months. The garden had been doing great, with nary a nibble from any critters, deer or otherwise (some insect issues, but that’s a different post). Our peas came and went; the tomatoes and cucumbers started producing like crazy, and still no bothersome animals. We also survived several heavy rain/windstorms that literally leveled every corn stalk in the garden. After each storm we stood each stalk up and hilled around the bases; very time-consuming, but the thought of that fresh, delicious, super-sweet corn made it worthwhile. In time the corn started putting on ears and it looked like we would have a bumper crop.
Then one morning I went out to the garden as usual and found one of our almost-ready-for-picking ears of corn lying on the ground, half eaten. The stalk it had been attached to was still upright, none the worse for wear. I was puzzled, but didn’t find any evidence pointing to the culprit. The next day, there were three half eaten ears; the next day, about eight more. Now I was beginning to be upset. On day four when I went out, there was even more damage, and right in the middle of it were two fluffy brown bunny rabbits chewing on ears of corn. As I stood there speechless, one of the rabbits calmly reached up to the nearest corn stalk and nipped off yet another ear of corn. Apparently the quarter eaten one at his feet was no longer satisfying.
That was the last straw, so I grabbed a handful of stones, and yelling some garbled, angry nonsense, began hurling stones at the marauding bunnies. Incredibly, they didn’t stop eating, even as I began moving toward them, still shouting and throwing stones. Finally a rock whizzed close enough to one of them that they decided it would be beneficial to them if they moved on. They darted away from me and scrambled through the fence that separates our property from the land next door.
It was on.
Here the dilemma though: I have to sleep at night, and I work a full time job 30 miles away from home, leaving me precious little time to stake out my corn patch waiting for thieving bunnies. In addition, we have neighbors living fairly close on one side so shooting bunnies with any type of firearm was out of the question. This meant that every morning when I went out there was more and more devastation, leaving fewer and fewer ears of corn that might mature enough to be harvested by the humans that planted them.
Last weekend my parents drove the 6 hours from their home to ours for a long weekend visit. My fervent wish was that we would at least have enough mature corn to cook for one meal while they were here. So, Sunday afternoon, my mother and I went to the garden to take a look. The scene was heartbreaking. After taking a quick inventory, I decided to pick every single remaining ear of corn, in the hopes that some would be mature enough to eat. Out of 450 linear feet of corn stalks we harvested 2 dozen ears. Of that 2 dozen maybe 10 were mature, with the rest somewhere between “throw it away” to “you might get a mouthful of corn off that one”. So, we cooked up what we had, and it was delicious.
This week I’ve started sinking fence posts.
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