Once the snow started to melt, I started a ritual which will last until next winter: walking the yard. The tulips and day lilies are poking thru, even though there is still snow in the front yard. The recent thaw has turned the back yard into a quagmire full of snow and standing water. The deer trail is in evidence. Pat and I planted sacrificial hosta in the hopes that the garden gods will be satisfied with our offering to the deer. I still think that I could run the deer over with the Aztec, but I don’t want to stay up all night waiting for them. That and I can’t figure out how to get the Aztec into the back yard. While in the back yard I discovered a duck highway. Just imagine how many ducks there must have been.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
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What fun, Jim! I am sorry I've been so buried in work and not a regular visitor here of late. trying to catch up on the fun things in my life, like blog-reading, rather than just working all the time.
You have less snow than we do--may we offer you some more?
Wow, there must have been quite a crowd of ducks for that trail they left behind.
Glad you are beginning to see some earth, and hope spring comes sooner rather than later for you.
FlowerLady
Your just going to have to put up a toll both on your highway.LOL! The ducks may help with the bugs but the deers need to be rerouted. Try the invisible twine trick up high enough where it will spook the deer but not catch the ducks.
Amazing and hysterical at the same time - all those footy-prints.
Let me know how the Aztec vs Deer maneuvers work for you. Because as I see the hostas come up and do I am looking a Bambi's lunch.
That's a lot of ducks. Do you have any idea where they came from and where they went? -- Bom
On a gray & dreary day here in Chicago land you made me smile. I love the duck highway.
So many ducks, that would be a sight to see. Hope you manage to control the deer, plenty of them in Scotland but our garden is free of them, no ducks visit either, unfortunately.
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