How many deer do you see in the photo above? Two? Three? Look carefully. As you can see at the right, there were actually four deer around (okay, there were only three in the first picture). The large bush that the nearest deer is so avidly feeding upon is my two year old Salix caprea ‘Curly Locks’, the white French Pussy Willow. I hope it left a few buds for ProfessorRoush to enjoy next month, once winter breaks from its current ice-locked cycle. I'm tired of winter.
Tired too of the posers, those deer who try to justify their garden meals by allowing me a still picture of their exquisite form. Just go away, girls. Go have your spring fawns and leave my garden alone. To be truthful, I don't think they do that much damage, and my really juicy shrubs, such as most of the magnolias and my ain't-Red HorseChestnut, are behind fencing anyway. Man learns to adapt from the incursions of nature, even though adapting means that I view my garden in winter through that same wire fencing.
I did notice, last weekend, the damage shown on the base of this Hibicus syriacus ‘America Irene Scott’, which sits right beside the Pussy Willow. At the time, I attributed it to a hungry rabbit or rodent, but now I'm wondering. Is it time to defend more fervently against all enemies, hopping rodents or doey-eyed villains alike?