Sandy asked, “Who’s eating all the leaves off my cucumber vine?”
She also asked, “Who keeps digging holes in my fairy garden?”
That’s the Carolina Wren, owner of both the porch and the space under the porch. His call seems to be “Lucille! Lucille!”
Seen last month by the wildview camera in the badminton garden, a young fox maybe?
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Mid-morning, new year’s eve. Apparently the deer don’t eat dead pumpkin.
Columbus Day yesterday, a Monday holiday for the federal government and a few lucky others. We pulled out the tomato plants, pruned the forsythia, and grubbed up three or four heavy bagfuls of wild mushrooms from the new patio garden. Sandy made pumpkin muffins from the new church cookbook, but they’re not lasting well.
Elspeth designed this tomato cage for Sandy’s birthday, and I helped her and Tim put it up last weekend, though not quite all the chicken wire is up yet, and it still needs a door at the back. Maybe next year some of the tomatoes will come to us instead of the squirrels.
Have you seen the net we put up to keep the humans out of the tomatoes?
Here are our very first red tomatoes not stolen by the squirrels. By comparison, Elspeth and Tim have already picked over twenty pounds.
This poor guy got thoroughly tangled in the plastic net we had put around the tomatoes. I was able to free him after about ten minutes of snipping, but he got in a shot at me before I could get another of him. We don’t know how long he was stuck, but think it had to be less than 24 hours. There were tight loops around him in lots of places, and I’m pretty sure I got them all cut off. Some were very constricting around his mid-section, and there may have been some damage to his skin there — or it might just have been ruffled scales. I was trying to see when he zapped me.
