I love the wild animals that stroll through my yard. The hummingbirds and chickadees and black bear and moose, fox and coyote, red tailed hawks and Cooper’s hawks and ravens and weasels and possum. Even the chipmunks who undermine my front walk, and the squirrels who chew the siding off the house, are okay with me.
The woodchucks and deer, though, I could do without.
They’re fun to watch, but . . . but . . . they eat everything!
“Plant marigolds!” my friends said. “Woodchucks don’t like marigolds.”
They were wrong.
“The woodchucks won’t touch those fern things with the pink flowers.”
“You mean yarrow?”
“Right!” They nod with conviction. “Plant yarrow!”
“Okay, then. How ‘bout you just plant a bunch of violets?”
Sure. My lawn is full of violets, and the chucks don’t seem interested in them. Good idea.
“Milkweed? At least it smells nice, and the only thing that eats it is the Monarch Butterfly caterpillar, and those fuzzy ones.”
Not my favorite choice for a garden, but I can’t afford to be picky. The hummingbirds might like it.
“Fruit trees. They won’t bother with those leaves.”
The plum is now dead, thankyouverymuch, deer and chuckers. (It was small.) The peach is recovering.
So far, the varmints haven’t eaten the thyme, creeping phlox, balloon flowers, azaleas, or peonies. And they’ve only sampled the nasturtiums. Slowly I will figure out the plants they hate, and I will have a garden.
Or bark mulch.
Until then, click the link and enjoy a moment of my life. 🙂