Had a cranky day yesterday. It started when I found that one of Suzanne McMinn's goats had died unexpectedly. I know, I know... it wasn't even MY goat, but it really made me sad. **sniff** We've watched those little babies grow up, so it was rough. I can only imagine how hard it was on her and her kidlets.
Then it was overcast. Blech. So, all my plans went out the window. And TODAY, when it's sunny and nice? We have a family "thing" and I can't work outside in my garden (::grumble, grumble::) and tomorrow it's going to rain.
Ah well... this too shall pass.
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I spent some time yesterday talking to my voles. Yep, really. Stood outside the holes I HAVE found and gabbed. Told them if they wouldn't destroy my gardens I wouldn't kill them. Seems like a fair exchange.
Honestly, so far I haven't seen any more damage. I'm not expecting that to last, however, so I'm doing some research into what they won't eat... which isn't much, sadly. Still, I'm going to try some tricks (surrounding the root balls with weed block before I plant, etc) and see if I can't discourage them. I am on the hunt for some pretty daylilies (NOT orange or yellow -- everyone here has orange and yellow and I want to be different) because they don't eat them (nor do the deer).
It's frustrating. I've managed to work in concert with all the other wildlife. Yes, the chipmunks sample my garden, but they don't eat THAT much (though I do get testy when they take one bite out of several large tomatoes). The deer haven't decimated anything but my tulips in some time. The bear? As long as I pull in my bird feeders at night, he leaves us alone.
But these doggone voles? Sheesh... the most destructive thing I've seen. And they are so SMALL.
So, the war continues.
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I've been pondering first lines on Twitter and Facebook the past couple of days. If you haven't given your two cents worth, feel free to chime in.
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Your Inner Retro Girl Is 1980s Girl Next Door |
 Or at least, that's what your heart is. |
Oddly... this isn't far off, really. LOL...
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ROFL! Using my real name, I get:
our Inner Retro Girl Is 1950s Domestic DivaThat is so off the mark!!! LOL!
Using Tori Lennox, I get:
Your Inner Retro Girl Is 1950s DollWhat the heck does that mean? And I am so not a '50s girl in any way, shape or form.
I'm a 1960's Mod Girl. Whatever that is! *G* I hope the talk with your Voles helps. *G*
Have a good day!
I am a 1960s Mod Girl
Sorry that the voles continue to cause you some problems. I hope you're able to find a humane way to get rid of them.
I'm a 1950s pinup girl. Yah, in my dreams. In reality I'm in a great deal of pain from the day spent digging the garden. Owie. But what a perfect day for it!
I chat with all the critters in my yard too - for good or for evil.
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