I have been at battle with chipmunks again. We don't have guns here, but if I did, I'd use them on these little whipper-snappers. (Jacob, Jon, come on over!) They've been going into my strawberry patch and munching one little 'chip' out of each ripe strawberry they see. I've thrown into the woods the same amount of strawberries I've been able to harvest for US.
I've sprinkled dried blood around the perimeter of the garden (yes, available at garden stores), put up two yard-art owls and created a less than heart filled trap. I'm sorry, it had to be done. If anyone would like to trap them and drive them to Iowa, come on over and be my guest.
Chit-chatting around the playground after church on Sunday, I learned that there are new fangled bobble-head owls where the heads turn. Heck, I'm willing to try anything at this point.
Thankfully, we did manage to have four bowls of strawberries and ice cream for dessert last night. Strawberries that I collected like a stealth fighter over several days, picking just before they were perfectly ripe. Why don't chipmunks eat my weeds? Why don't bugs eat weeds? And why do weeds grow with such vigor, compared to my freshly planted pepper seedlings?
Thank you for allowing me to vent. We were thankful and thrilled to have the strawberries we did from our very own garden. Aren't they beautiful?