Saturday, July 25, 2009

Deer Deer Me

Bad news. There is a deer who has assumed that my garden is its personal buffet. No joke. I opened the door to a startled deer standing in the middle of the garden, who proceeded to look at me like it was saying, "What? I made this reservation weeks ago, now off with you." It finally did take off, looking back over its shoulder with a Arnold Schwarzenegger, 'I''ll Be Back' look.

If this was a proper world, with the proper rules, I would have been having venison that evening, along with the rest of the green beans the deer didn't get to eat. I like to close my eyes and think about how good that would taste, but instead I have to ponder ways to keep deer from benefiting more from my garden than I am.

Eight foot fence? Bit expensive.

Fake coyote decoy on a stick? Maybe, but no more than the deer was afraid of me, I wonder if it would just think it was my way of giving it a companion for a dinner date.

Shake Away? Predator urine to make the deer think that one of the enemy was just there. Could work, maybe in conjunction with the stuffed coyote on a stick. (sounds like the Road Kill Cafe's lunch special....'I recommend a nice red wine with your stuffed coyote on a stick Mrs. Miller.')

A huge dog? Have to think about that one.

In the mean time it's always a grand idea to pray about the situation. If you're not busy maybe you could join me in a prayer that God would confuse the deer, and it might forget where the Miller salad bar is located. Deer Deer me, that idea I'll definitely do.

1 comments:

Michael Bunker said...

Some more options:

When you cut or trim hair (you or your husbands) put the hair around the garden.

Your own urine works too.

Shoot the deer, skin and butcher quickly. Eat and shut up.

Michael