That damn squirrel is messing with me again. I'm pretty sure it's the same busy-tailed bastard who was eating my zucchini.
Looking out my kitchen window while making dinner tonight, I couldn't figure out what the hell was hanging on the fence above my garden. Stuck there almost like a trophy, or, more, like the head of a remember on some medieval spear.
I went out and looked.
It was an ear of corn.
I hadn't picked a single ear yet-- they were looking good, but not quite there.
So the squirrel beat me to it.
Picked an ear. Shucked it. Nibbled off a dozen or so kernels. Then left the cob right there, wedged between two pieces of the top of the fence, just taunting me, screwing with me.
The Zucchini Wars are back on.
On the brighter side... I picked a few ears for myself. They're very small, but they look "done." I'll eat them with my dinner tomorrow.
And my tomatoes-- which are fairly abundant, and very, very big-- are finally turning red. I'll be eating them by the end of the week. Ah... tomatoes and cucumber on pumpernickel, add a little mustard and Vegenaise... life can be good.
But, if I see him, not for that rodent. Life won't be good for him at all. I catch him out there, and someone's getting one hell of a talking to...
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Squirrels are the bane of my dad-in-law's birdfeeder (not so much of the garden - guess he doesn't grow anything they like to eat). He has them trained, though, that when he opens the door to the backyard they immediately scatter - he doesn't even need to go on the porch anymore to chase them! Just my two-cents!
It wouldn't be a vegetable garden if some pest wasn't eating of your labor.
Nothing beats eating a meal that you watered and nourished to maturity yummm.
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