Sometimes I wonder why I bother trying to nuture an urban
garden. I have ranted about the devious groundhog which lives in a huge burrow
in my garden and refuses to step into the humane trap I set on a weekly basis.
The crazy squirrels dig up my seeds. Feral stray cats leave poop all over the
place. There’s a hawk that periodically kills song birds and leaves just the
feet and beak for me to find. Stepping on that in bare feet is a real treat.
Tonight I discovered I have another big critter problem.
I need to back up a bit. Recently large items have been
knocked over in my snug garden. Garden angels, a metal bird bath, large pots
awaiting their flowers and one long planter on an old bench have suffered. I
blamed the activity on the crazy squirrels.
Last night I discovered that my five foot tall potted
Norfolk pine had been knocked over. Such activity seemed excessive for
squirrels.
Today as evening claimed the sky, I went out on my porch and
stared in amazement. A few days ago I had replaced the coco liners in two
hanging baskets and replaced the dirt but did not re-hang them. This evening
the dirt scattered across the porch. The new coco liners had vanished. I
searched around the yard. They were gone. Surely no squirrel had performed the
mischief, not unless they worked as a team. Hell, if the squirrels in my garden
were that bright, I expected them to erect a walnut pyramid.
Mere minutes ago a loud noise prompted me run to the kitchen
and turn on the porch light. Wet paw prints led away from the bucket I use to
catch rainwater. I emerged onto the porch in time to see a large furry beast
with a distinctive striped tail disappear up a rain spout. Loud thudding shook
the porch roof. Scrambling sounded then silence.
Yes, now a raccoon invades my garden. A freakin’ raccoon! I
wondered who ate all the sage in my herb garden. To date Queen Groundhog has never
eaten my herbs.
I am ready to give up and charge admission as a small zoo.
Think I can score some grant money?
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