Photo from last year's battle with the Squirrels
He sits on the blocks
and mocks me
Waits for the corn
to scorn me
See's he's in my crosshairs
knows that I just don't dare
and so he sits there king supreme
my garden he is threatening
I know I don't have the guts to
set out traps with nuts to...
and so now I'm looking at fencing
as our main line of defense.
Jeff on the other hand is not so gracious
those pesky ground squirrels have already cost us
Flee, ground squirrels, flee.
Go far from here
never to return!
6 comments:
Raised Bed Envy:
I see those frames of perfect size
My garden's lumpy, it hurts my eyes
Your vegies have such a lovely home
Mine have to fight for their bit of loam
Thanks to the cat, there is no squirrel
But all in all, Becky, you're a lucky girl!
LAME, I know!
I like the poem. I, however, am not as talented as frumpgram - so, I'm gonna ditch the rhyme. I not a poet - and I know it. (Sorry). FYI - our pesky squirrels have NO problem climbing fences. :0( Got a dog you can let loose on them? It seems to work for us.
What a talented mother from which you come. Both of your poems are lurvely and I already feel badly for poor Mr.Squirrel. Methinks he is not long for this world. :)
Want my bro-in-law to come shoot him? He hates squirrels with a passion (probably for the same reason!).
I saw a cartoon you might like... Two people standing in a cluttered space, and the caption was, "It's not chaos, I'm floorganized!"
He he he!
Fences for the little pests?
A true squirrel hater in dogs invests?
But dogs and gardens just don't mix
and fencing out dogs is not a fix--It makes you bend at crazy angles
to reach those carrots and weedy tangles...
And cats leave nasty messes behind
Which may be worse than the squirrel kind...
So my advice--how I've won
is to PLANT ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE!!!!
One for the squirrel, one for the crow, one for the people in every row, one for the dog who chases the cat, that leaves behind the nasty scat, one for the earthworm- eating mole who left a tunnel for the vole, who ate your onions by the pound from his secret tunnel underground,
one for the kid who likes to pull
weeds and vegetables as well...
And for good measure, plant one for bad weather.
And in the end, if all goes well, you'll have some stuff for show and tell!
Happy gardening! Don't sweat the small stuff...or small critters.
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