ProfessorRoush has been busy and neglected his blog, but not particularly his garden. It was a long, hot autumn, and I'm still diligently digging out Rose Rosette victims, which I can do in absent-minded fashion only while admiring how the grasses have bloomed.
I've put my garden away for winter, for the most part, and I'm looking forward to a long winter's rest. One of my last chores, last weekend, was to replace a broken end-post on my vegetable garden's electric fence. My rejuvenated strawberry patch has flourished this year and, last week, it occurred to me how delicious that tender green patch of strawberry leaves looked next to all the browned grass in the acres and acres around it. Remembering the last time the patch looked so good, and remembering that the deer had, within weeks, chomped it down to the ground and destroyed the next season's strawberries, I resolved to immediately beef up my large-furry-rat defenses.
So I replaced the end post last week and fixed the electric fence where deer had already been through it, noting that its 10 year old charger was on its last legs.
Lo and behold, I checked it again yesterday and discovered that the fence was again wrecked. And, if you look closely at the picture at the right, you'll see that the varmints had eaten about half the leaves off, leaving naked stems, but thankfully they haven't yet eaten the crowns.
So yesterday, I replaced the charger with this brand-new, souped up charger pictured on the left, repaired the fence again, added a second line of twine strings to deter their attack, and baited the trap with the aluminum foil strips coated with peanut butter (see below).
My fiendish plan is for the deer to lick the peanut butter and get nasty shocks on their innocent little velvety tongues, providing a peanut-ty Pavlovian proselytism for their education. I don't know how else to keep them away, short of chaining the intrepid Bella in the garden every night.
And yet this first morning, when I rose, I spotted the lone doe pictured at the top, from my kitchen window. She meandered across the garden, joined two others in transit, and all proceeded to walk to the garden and stare at the new setup, the lush smorgasboard just beyond their reach. Finally one reached up to the peanut butter, and then another, both reacting only slightly and then dejectedly moving away. I suppose I won the first round, but I'm disappointed that they didn't get knocked off their feet and make a more hasty retreat. More twine? More fence? Somehow, 25 quarts of homegrown strawberries at $4 a quart replacement value still seems worth it, don't you agree? All this wire and plastic, though, isn't helping my carbon footprint. Maybe it would be wiser to persuade my neighbor to take down his deer feeder. Or to fill it with moldy corn.
Let me know how that works out... we have a huge deer problem here. Unfortunately we are also now in the city limits, as well as our monastic grounds backing up to the college, so the drastic measures I'd like to take (oh look, rifle season is upon us!) aren't viable options. All reasons I moved my cutting business into the courtyards. If the deer can get in there... they deserve to eat it all.
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