Dispatches From The Bambi Wars

For two days running now, I've had to dash outside in the middle of cooking dinner to throw rocks at the @#$*(&#($ deer in my garden. It turns out to be a pair of young does - sisters, probably. They come nosing around in the early evening and while one stands around looking nervous, the other hops over the fence cool as dammit. (The fence is only four feet. Nonetheless, she's been coming over right in a spot I didn't think she'd try, blocked as it is with asparagus bushes.

Well, this afternoon I decided to try a folk remedy of sorts: I strung some rope at about six foot height along the two sides where I know the deer have jumped in. Then I took some pieces of balsa wood, covered them with tinfoil and hung them at intervals from the rope. They're light enough that the slightest breeze will shift them. This is supposed to spook the bastards.

I'm hoping the combination of the rope and the strange, shiny things will keep them at bay, at least for a while, and perhaps even persuade them to go munch on somebody else's plants. Otherwise, I'll have to gulag the garden with a much taller fence all the way around, something I've been hoping to avoid.