Thing One
Thing Two
Despite my previous deer experience, through which you'd think I'd have learned my lesson, we left the garden gates open during a midday walk the other day. As the deer visit multiple times a day to munch fresh fallen apples, this was a problem. When we got home I walked through and closed the gates, thankful that nothing seemed sampled.
A bit later I looked out the window and saw a damn deer trying out raspberry leaves! At first I wondered how it got in, and then realized it must have been inside when I closed the gate. I locked the deer inside the garden.
I sprang into action, and rushed outside with Brindzi to put the fear of doG into that long-legged demon. I sicked Brindzi on it. I usually don't have Brindzi chase deer, in case they lead her out into the road. But in the confined space of the garden, in the two or three seconds that I thought about it, it seemed a good idea to let Brindz freak that deer out a bit.
Brindzi chased it into the far corner of the yard (Operative word: "Corner"). At this point the deer changed direction and sprinted directly toward the fence. As the distance closed, I wondered if it would attempt to jump, or change direction. The fence is seven feet tall; I couldn't imagine it going over the top. As I considered these options, the deer proceeded to crash right through the fence.
As the deer ran away and the fence frame ceased its shaking, I stood there, fully flabbergasted. A deer just bashed through my fence. I walked over, fully expecting to see a deer-shaped hole in my wonderful fence, just like when cartoon characters run through doors. Instead, I saw an uglier version of this:

I sprang into action, and rushed outside with Brindzi to put the fear of doG into that long-legged demon. I sicked Brindzi on it. I usually don't have Brindzi chase deer, in case they lead her out into the road. But in the confined space of the garden, in the two or three seconds that I thought about it, it seemed a good idea to let Brindz freak that deer out a bit.
Brindzi chased it into the far corner of the yard (Operative word: "Corner"). At this point the deer changed direction and sprinted directly toward the fence. As the distance closed, I wondered if it would attempt to jump, or change direction. The fence is seven feet tall; I couldn't imagine it going over the top. As I considered these options, the deer proceeded to crash right through the fence.
As the deer ran away and the fence frame ceased its shaking, I stood there, fully flabbergasted. A deer just bashed through my fence. I walked over, fully expecting to see a deer-shaped hole in my wonderful fence, just like when cartoon characters run through doors. Instead, I saw an uglier version of this:
I took that picture after I had sort of pushed the pieces back in, so that it still served its function well enough.
I was quite depressed for a while. Until I came to the following conclusions:
Then there's this: Instead of running through the fence, the deer could have run through:
I was quite depressed for a while. Until I came to the following conclusions:
- My first instinct was to send Brindzi after the deer.
- My second instinct would have been to chase the deer myself.
- It wouldn't have been until my third instinct that I would have calmly guided the stupid deer out of my garden.
Then there's this: Instead of running through the fence, the deer could have run through:
- The hoop house tomatoes.
- The just-ripened corn.
- The raspberries.
- The solid part of the fence (much harder to repair).
- Me.
- Brindzi.
Thing Three
Anyway, we had our very own corn-on-the-cob last night. Unlike last year, the raccoons haven't pulled it down for nibbles, and it's grown to a nice height. The ears are small, but tasty. It's our first successful corn harvest. Feels good.
Last Thing
If you live in Washington, I suggest you do this. I did, and I feel better about life already.
If you live in Washington, I suggest you do this. I did, and I feel better about life already.