|Munched Swiss Chard.|
|Munched bean tops.|
Now I certainly don't begrudge the deer having this tasty meal but I really don't want my asparagus seedlings trampled to smitherines. So-o-o, this evening I'll drizzle some of my personal scent (urine) around the garden perimeter -- a duty formerly performed by my dog, Henry. Sadly, he passed away a few months ago at the age of fifteen -- a generous life span for a sheltie. No, I don't intend to take over his barking duties as well.
|August, 2013. Munching soybeans in a neighbouring field.|
|So take a picture, why don'cha!|
|Can't see me now!|