Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Country Living

A few weeks ago I planted three little sunflower seedlings in the garden just outside my kitchen door. It was fun watching them grow, knowing that soon enough they would be giant sturdy stalks topped with cheery yellow flowers. Alas, that's not to be; just a couple of days ago I awoke to find one of the stalks was headless. Was it the Taliban? No, just Bambi catching breakfast.

This morning I saw Bambi again, munching on the leaves of an apple tree in our backyard. I went right out there to give her a piece of my mind and she didn't flinch. We had a staring contest, the whole time with her munching away. That really pissed me off.

Meanwhile, out in our front yard there was clear evidence that our porcupine menace from last year had returned. Broken branches, stripped of their leaves, were strewn around the base of our beautiful linden tree. He will do this daily until or unless we kill him, trap him, or he dies a natural death, none of which seem appealing to me except maybe the last one. (I wonder, can porcupines get Covid-19?)

While it's much better than fighting traffic or getting shot in your own living room by a stray bullet, country living is sometimes a pain in the ass.


1 comment:

  1. you wouldn't want to know what my partner does with the 200 count of chipmunks we've had between this year and last year, or what became or a woodchuck in our yard either. Watch out for deer ticks now.

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