In my ongoing series of skirmishes with the fluffy-tailed, cloven-hoofed denizens of my local prairie, ProfessorRoush must admit that some strategic and tactical setbacks have occurred recently. To be more frank, in less carefully-chosen phrases, I'm losing the battles AND the war.
After my earlier discovery that the local antlered vermin had been feasting each night on my prized strawberry patch, I responded with efforts to fortify the electric fence and increase the nightly watch. I recently discovered, however, that my trail camera surveillance system had been mysteriously rendered inoperative for the past month. I've hypothesized that it might have been hacked, in like manner to the recent Sony incursion by the North Koreans. I don't believe it is too far-fetched, based on current evidence, to imagine a command center of hacker white-tailed deer, sneering behind their computer scenes as they erase any digital evidence of their glutinous feasts and plan further raids. Regardless of the exact cause of camera failure, I have no recent intelligence of the number and distribution of enemy forces who form nightly incursions into my garden.
Further, early today when I accompanied Bella on her morning duties, I saw, in the melting remains of yesterday's snowfall, evidence that the brazen venison-carriers are now venturing right up to the castle drawbridge. The first picture, above, is evidence of a hoof print approximately 10 feet from the sidewalk in the front of the house. The second picture, at left, shows a print mere inches from the front sidewalk, and illustrates that this enemy soldier is probably within range of sampling my infant Japanese maple.
That is suicide bomber range, folks. I mean DefCon 1, Emergency Alert status, zombie herd is coming, range. Strap a little C4 to these fleet garden terrorists and they could take out command post and gardener in a single strike. What am I to do? I'm afraid the fallout from nuclear strikes in the scrub brush of the draw where they sleep would drift back over home. I would just cry havoc and release the dogs of war, but my personal "dog of war," Bella the beagle, is a great alarm system but a coward at heart, and that won't work either. I need a new plan.
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Saturday, December 20, 2014
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We were discussing deer at a recent garden club event. One member was singing the praises of the motion detector sprinklers ... not that we can leave our hydrants and hoses on in the winter, so this isn't a solution for you right now.
ReplyDeleteMy original game camera turned out to be a dud. One day, right after the warranty expired, it quit working. It would power up and appear to be set to fire, but it refused to take photos. Chucked that one and the Bushnell Trail Cam that was recommended by a friend in the first place. Haven't missed a shot (that I know of) since.
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ReplyDeleteIt's Christmas Professor ... how about embracing your enemy, however briefly !!
ReplyDeleteProfessor, have you thought about adding venison to your Christmas Menu? :) This is Debbie from the Low Country of South Carolina and I love your blog. You're a hoot.
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