Deer Me!

Usually by about this time of year, I'm in full-scale paroxisms of rage and frustration over the attacks by that little bastard Bambi and his mates on my poor attempts at gardening.

However, as I wandered about the grounds of Orgle Manor last evening, it occured to me: there have been literally no signs whatsoever of deer snacking this year. The buds are still forming on the day-lillies. The stems of the roses that have grown beyond their wire remain un-nibbled. The raspberries, so heavily hit last year, remain untouched. The hydrangia and clematis leaning over the Fort Apache-like defenses of the garden proper do so with impunity. Heck, there isn't even any deer poop in the yard.

I wonder what gives? A quick check on the web doesn't suggest that the good folks of the Fairfax County Guv'mint are doing anything in particular regarding herd control this year. Nor have there been any radical changes in the local topography (i.e., new construction, for instance) that should have any effect on habitat or freedom of movement. It's just quiet. Maybe......too quiet.

Of course, having said this, I'm going to come home some night this week to discover that everything has been razed to the ground.

Yips! from Gary:
Beware, Robbo. Like the modern-BSG Cylons and the Penguins from "Madagascar", they have a plan.

Get yourself some of this stuff: Bobbex Deer Repellent.

It smells like ass, but then that's why it works.