Yep. I am at war. It happens to some degree every year. I plant flowers in my yard and squirrels, rabbits and chipmunks team up to trample them, dig them up, or chow them to the ground.
The first under attack this year is the gorgeous hibiscus on the patio. You never know what will go first. The critters sometimes have different favorites from year to year. The hibiscus have been targets before. But usually it happens at the end of the summer after we’ve at least had a little time to enjoy them and they’ve had a chance to put on some growth. Not this year. I thought I’d purchased decent-sized plants. Yeah, I did. But when branches are constantly gnawed off, they get thin quickly.
I present my case: see the fallen — downed branches, lifeless leaves and stemless flowers. Unfortunately, I have few weapons with which to do battle. A BB guns stands ready beside the patio door. But since any movement alerts the varmints to our presence, that doesn’t do much good. I’ve tried every chemical and trick in the book –– Irish Spring soap, cayenne pepper, human hair, fox urine, etc., etc. These guys are undeterred. In fact, I’m pretty sure they get a good laugh at my expense.
Sigh. So I’m reduced to the ugliest of options. Chicken wire. See for yourself. Isn’t that lovely?! Caged flowers. All the rage. Really.
The ordeal leaves me frustrated, exhausted and envious of the beautiful gardens I see around me. It shouldn’t be this hard to grow a flower or two!
I’d love to hear your garden success stories. Or, if you just want to commiserate, have at it!
4 thoughts on “My Yard as a Battleground”
The squirrels dug out most of the plants I’d just put into the deck containers and left them lying all about. Frustrating to say the least. They usually dig them out 2-3 times, and then ignore them the rest of the summer. Putting an ear or two of corn out often gives them something else to work on. Works sometimes but not fail proof.
Ah! That’s a new one. I’ll give it a try!! Thanks for the tip, and best wishes for a lovely summer!
I solve the problem by not gardening. My husband talks about my “semi-annual trips to the backyard.” He exaggerates, but he isn’t too far off.
Haha! I completely get it!