If you raise chickens let me ask you a question: Would you like to know where you might get some free food for them? Some time back our friend Herrick Kimball wrote a post at his blog about free chicken feed. You can read it here: http://thedeliberateagrarian.blogspot.com/2006/11/free-chicken-feed.html
Well, in the interest of helping my fellow poultry keepers, I want to share another story about free chicken feed.
About 30 years ago I was the assistant manager at Fantastic Caverns north of Springfield, MO. http://www.fantasticcaverns.com/ At that time my wife and I were living in our mobile home out by the caverns. It was there we raised our first batch of 25 fryers. Lacking an outbuilding, we set up a brooder box for them in the extra bedroom. When they had feathered out and were ready to leave the brooder, I made a pen for them that measured about 8 feet by 8 feet. Half the top was solid and the other half was poultry wire on a wood frame.
Among my many responsibilities at work was the overseeing of the snack bar. Each evening I would bring home the left over popcorn. Yes, we made fresh everyday. Generally this amounted to 2 - 4 gallons of popped corn. The chickens loved it and thrived.
Well I got to thinking about that the other day and got to wondering where I could get free popcorn now. Actually some friends of ours own Ozark Mountain Popcorn http://www.ozarkmountainpopcorn.com/ so I asked them if they ever had any waste popcorn. Well sure they do and they are happy to give me some now and then. Typically I receive 55 gallon plastic trash can liner full. The corn is "plain" that is without any added flavors or salt. In return I take them a dozen fresh hen fruits from time to time.
The hens love the popcorn. During these cold winter months, I continue to feed a commercial feed but only about 50% of what I was feeding before. Once spring arrives and the vegetation and bugs re-appear, I expect to cut out all commercial chicken feed.
Now where can you get free popcorn? I suggest you check with movie theaters, indoor sporting arenas (don’t overlook college or university sports arenas), and baseball or softball facilities. The corn you receive at these sources will likely be salted but based on my past experience, that will not be a detriment to your flock.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Hard Scrabble Times
The other day I was exploring the web site http://www.homestead.org/ and came across an article by John Molloy entitled The “Swiss Army Knife” of Homestead Tractors. The following paragraphs caught my attention:
Wow! Do you suppose that is true? I think it probably is. No, I am not wanting to "dog pile" on former president G.W. Bush. A debacle like we are experiencing and are about to experience has taken more than the last eight years to develop let alone plan. If it was planned, it was certainly not planned by one single person or political party. Many entities and persons are complicit in this mess. One thing we can count on is that many of the same people involved in getting our country to this point are ready and waiting with a great deal of enthusiasm to jump in and "fix" the problem by redesigning and redirecting the role of government through this crisis.What used to be pretty well accepted as “normal” life is likely where we're all headed – tougher times.
Most people deluded themselves into believing that the last several decades of post-modern decadence would last forever. It was the “easy life” characterized by a second mortgage-credit card existence securely tucked in an endless immigrant-groomed suburbia and required little more than showing up for some completely unproductive and over-paid 9 to 5 job. The denizens produced absolutely nothing of tangible value, and that era is crashing to a close.
High five and six-figure salaries are vaporizing like the morning fog off river bottoms, as the harsh light of economic reality burns the hazy illusions away. When you have off-shored the manufacturing of products that have true and measurable value, and the Corporatists have turned our formerly productive economy into one based on nothing but “service”, well, we can only wash each other's clothes for so long before the money runs out. The multiplier effect is dead, particularly once you have to import the soap.
“Hard Scrabble Times” alright, maybe even the “Real McCoy” of economic depression is probably what awaits.
The last President who ascended to power after the wheels had come off the economy once said, “Nothing happens in politics that isn't planned.” Economics and politics are pretty well all intertwined these days, just as they were back in 1933. Who am I - a lowly occasional scribe and creature of the land - to argue with such a respected intellect and connected man as F.D.R., therefore I shall simply agree with his premise.
Men with plans perhaps nefarious, best laid, now coming to a devastating
fruition.
What concerns me more now is what can I do, what can you do, to deal with the situation.
Three things come to mind: pray, plan, and prepare.
Pray for wisdom and guidance after praying for forgiveness.
"If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him." James 1:5
Plan because right thinking leads to right actions. How will you stay warm in cold weather or provide a cooling breeze in hot weather if the power goes down? What will you eat if the factory food production and delivery system is disrupted? How will you get to work (if you still have a job) if the public transportation you depend in is disrupted or it becomes too expensive or dangerous to drive? What will you use to barter if "real money" becomes scarce or worthless? Where will you go if civil unrest overtakes your town or city?
Prepare now. One of my greatest struggles right now is putting into action the plans that I have made. Some how, taking the first steps toward preparedness seems to make the probability, the reality, of the coming storm more real. Can you relate to that?
I have received most of the garden seeds that I ordered for planting this spring. But there are canning supplies to lay in, food stuffs like flour, sugar, salt, etc to buy and store. The hog pens are not yet ready nor the feeder pigs purchased. I still need to complete some fencing projects when the weather permits. Chicks and rabbits are still to be acquired. Provisions need to be made to pump and store water from the well if the power grid fails, a catch water system installed and myriad other tasks.
In the midst of all this planning and preparing, I think it is very important to plan and prepare so as to be able to share with others, beginning with our extended family.
One thing I won't do, and I encourage you not to do it either: I will not look to the government to provide for me and mine.
Beware the government big enough to give you everything.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Cleaning up the Jungle
Some folks may not know that there are jungles in southwest Missouri but there are. I have spent several days in the last two weeks cleaning up a jungle right here at Way Haven. Truth be told, I have several days’ work still ahead to complete the project.
We sold our last pigs abut 20 years ago. Since then a jungle has been growing up in our hog lots. Wild grape vines, poison ivy, berry brambles and locust trees took over; slowly at first and then with amazing speed. I had thought that I would just put some feeder pigs in the lots and let them clean things up but “The best-laid plans of mice and men oft times go astray”.
Late in the summer of 2006, I thought to cut down a BIG red oak tree about 25 feet away from the smaller hog pen adjacent to the barn. I have cut down lots of trees without a hitch but this time something went wrong and the tree went east not west. The good news is it missed the barn. The bad news is it crushed parts of the fence on two sides of the aforementioned pen. That meant I couldn’t turn pigs in to clean up the jungle so, two years later, I have finally gotten around to cleaning it up.
Above is a picture of the blocks cut from the tree just above the main split in the trunk. You can see where the trunk splits in the photograph below.
When I was finally able to get the downed tree off of the hog panel fence, I found the damages were not as extensive as I had feared. On the end closest to the stump a complete hog panel was pretty much toast. Maybe I can cut a small gate out of it which would be great because on the other side of the pen, where the top of the tree hit the fence, it hit just about two feet from the end of a panel. It looks like I can put a gate cut from the other panel there. If you look closely at the picture below you can see the gap. You can sure see the jungle that remains.
I spoke to the man from whom we hope to buy feeder pigs. He projected they would be available in mid-February. So, I need to stay with this project to have the pen ready by then. By the way, if I were to re-take these pictures today, everything would be covered with snow and ice. That is winter in southwest Missouri!
Some folks may not know that there are jungles in southwest Missouri but there are. I have spent several days in the last two weeks cleaning up a jungle right here at Way Haven. Truth be told, I have several days’ work still ahead to complete the project.
We sold our last pigs abut 20 years ago. Since then a jungle has been growing up in our hog lots. Wild grape vines, poison ivy, berry brambles and locust trees took over; slowly at first and then with amazing speed. I had thought that I would just put some feeder pigs in the lots and let them clean things up but “The best-laid plans of mice and men oft times go astray”.
Late in the summer of 2006, I thought to cut down a BIG red oak tree about 25 feet away from the smaller hog pen adjacent to the barn. I have cut down lots of trees without a hitch but this time something went wrong and the tree went east not west. The good news is it missed the barn. The bad news is it crushed parts of the fence on two sides of the aforementioned pen. That meant I couldn’t turn pigs in to clean up the jungle so, two years later, I have finally gotten around to cleaning it up.
The picture below is taken from the stump of the fallen tree looking toward the barn. By the way, I owe a big thank you to former First Lady, Lady Bird Johnson for my barn but that’s another story.
Above is a picture of the blocks cut from the tree just above the main split in the trunk. You can see where the trunk splits in the photograph below.When I was finally able to get the downed tree off of the hog panel fence, I found the damages were not as extensive as I had feared. On the end closest to the stump a complete hog panel was pretty much toast. Maybe I can cut a small gate out of it which would be great because on the other side of the pen, where the top of the tree hit the fence, it hit just about two feet from the end of a panel. It looks like I can put a gate cut from the other panel there. If you look closely at the picture below you can see the gap. You can sure see the jungle that remains.
I spoke to the man from whom we hope to buy feeder pigs. He projected they would be available in mid-February. So, I need to stay with this project to have the pen ready by then. By the way, if I were to re-take these pictures today, everything would be covered with snow and ice. That is winter in southwest Missouri!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
An Alternative Heat Source for Your Home
Okay, so heating costs are way up this winter AGAIN! We knew it was coming but some of us are still in a bind trying to keep warm in our homes.
There are many good alternative methods to warm your home available. We use a wood stove in our living room to augment our propane furnace. Believe me, any time we can cut down on propane we do. The wood stove certainly helps.
I have thought about adding some other alternatives. If I were to build again I would want to have one of the systems that put the fire box outside the home. Just the hot air or hot water is moved into the home. Some of these systems say that you can burn anything in them (hay bales, railroad ties, etc.) Others boast the ability to store heat so that a fire is required only every other day or so.
Last month we became aware of another alternative means of warming a home while visiting the home of some dear friends. Their youngest son had become engaged to marry a lovely young lady at age 31. It was cause for great celebration!
The celebration took place on a cloudy afternoon when the outside temperature was in the low forties. A brisk wind made it feel much cooler. There was no fire in the big wood stove and the ground-source heat pump was not operating.
At one point in the afternoon, our hostess asked her husband to open some of the windows as it was getting too warm. Since she is in her late fifties, some others teased that only she felt too warm. The fact is the house was getting quite warm. This home was being heated very effectively with an alternative source of heat.
My wife and I were two of probably seventy people who had come to commemorate the occasion. Most of the folks gathered there had known either the young man or young lady for years. We had known his parents for years before he was born, attending church with them for nearly two decades. We had shared many life experiences, some precious and some difficult, with them. We and so many of the others there were like family to our host family and to each other.
You see the alternative heat source that we were all benefiting from on that blustery afternoon was the crowd of people who had gathered to celebrate with, to share with, and to encourage one another.
I recommend you give it a try at your home. One day soon, when the weatherman says it’s going to be cold, dreary, and blustery invite over several friends. Keep the food simple, the conversation lively, and the thermostat turned down. Be warmed!
There are many good alternative methods to warm your home available. We use a wood stove in our living room to augment our propane furnace. Believe me, any time we can cut down on propane we do. The wood stove certainly helps.
I have thought about adding some other alternatives. If I were to build again I would want to have one of the systems that put the fire box outside the home. Just the hot air or hot water is moved into the home. Some of these systems say that you can burn anything in them (hay bales, railroad ties, etc.) Others boast the ability to store heat so that a fire is required only every other day or so.
Last month we became aware of another alternative means of warming a home while visiting the home of some dear friends. Their youngest son had become engaged to marry a lovely young lady at age 31. It was cause for great celebration!
The celebration took place on a cloudy afternoon when the outside temperature was in the low forties. A brisk wind made it feel much cooler. There was no fire in the big wood stove and the ground-source heat pump was not operating.
At one point in the afternoon, our hostess asked her husband to open some of the windows as it was getting too warm. Since she is in her late fifties, some others teased that only she felt too warm. The fact is the house was getting quite warm. This home was being heated very effectively with an alternative source of heat.
My wife and I were two of probably seventy people who had come to commemorate the occasion. Most of the folks gathered there had known either the young man or young lady for years. We had known his parents for years before he was born, attending church with them for nearly two decades. We had shared many life experiences, some precious and some difficult, with them. We and so many of the others there were like family to our host family and to each other.
You see the alternative heat source that we were all benefiting from on that blustery afternoon was the crowd of people who had gathered to celebrate with, to share with, and to encourage one another.
I recommend you give it a try at your home. One day soon, when the weatherman says it’s going to be cold, dreary, and blustery invite over several friends. Keep the food simple, the conversation lively, and the thermostat turned down. Be warmed!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
An opossum in the chicken house
The calendar says yesterday was January 3, 2009, but the thermometer showed that the high was 73 degrees. Here where we live that is not normal. But sometimes not normal can seem pretty nice.
What a beautiful day we had! The sky was bright and clear most all day. True the wind blew hard but not too hard.
Our son-in-law brought two of our granddaughters out to the country to play. They rode in the wagon, swung on the swings, went down the slide, and marveled at how far the wind blew the soap bubbles their Daddy was making.
When I was putting the chicken feed I had just brought from town into the storage bin the little girls and their Daddy came out to see the chickens. They checked the nest boxes and found six fresh brown eggs. They clucked at the chickens inside the pen, the littlest girl toddling and the bigger girl running along the fence.
They stopped short when they saw the opossum.
One evening a couple weeks ago, I had been late getting out to close up the hen house. When I got out there the birds were all out in the run. That was weird so I knew something was wrong. Inside, in the back corner, sat Ms. Opossum enjoying a fresh egg. I dispatched her with my .22 and tossed her over the fence without ceremony. She landed in some tall grass. The birds spent that night out in the run, too spooked to go in the house. By the next evening they had forgotten about the intruder and settled on the roost as usual.
Well, I had pretty much forgotten about the dead critter; guess I figured something would have dragged it off. But no! There it was in all its grizzly splendor. Actually, it was well preserved as we had been having “regular” cold weather.
By this time, Grandma had joined us out at the chicken house. She quickly got the little girls away from the opossum and interested in something else. I went to the barn and got a shovel.
Of course, I dug the hole in which to plant the erstwhile chicken house raider in the chicken run. I was pleasantly surprised to find absolutely no frost in the ground. Not only was it not frozen, there were large wiggly earth worms living and working in the top eight inched of it.
The chicken run is part of the garden spot we have been using for many years except when we quit using it because of the deer. You can read about that in an earlier post. The ground is quite fertile so I would expect to find worms there in the warmer months. I was surprised to find them in January.
The take away point of this for gardeners is that ground left mostly bare in the winter months, like a chicken run, will warm more quickly than mulched ground. I’ll bet if I had tried to dig in other parts of the garden where there is still a thick cover of mulch, I would have found the ground frozen.
It sure is fun to live and learn in the country.
What a beautiful day we had! The sky was bright and clear most all day. True the wind blew hard but not too hard.
Our son-in-law brought two of our granddaughters out to the country to play. They rode in the wagon, swung on the swings, went down the slide, and marveled at how far the wind blew the soap bubbles their Daddy was making.
When I was putting the chicken feed I had just brought from town into the storage bin the little girls and their Daddy came out to see the chickens. They checked the nest boxes and found six fresh brown eggs. They clucked at the chickens inside the pen, the littlest girl toddling and the bigger girl running along the fence.
They stopped short when they saw the opossum.
One evening a couple weeks ago, I had been late getting out to close up the hen house. When I got out there the birds were all out in the run. That was weird so I knew something was wrong. Inside, in the back corner, sat Ms. Opossum enjoying a fresh egg. I dispatched her with my .22 and tossed her over the fence without ceremony. She landed in some tall grass. The birds spent that night out in the run, too spooked to go in the house. By the next evening they had forgotten about the intruder and settled on the roost as usual.
Well, I had pretty much forgotten about the dead critter; guess I figured something would have dragged it off. But no! There it was in all its grizzly splendor. Actually, it was well preserved as we had been having “regular” cold weather.
By this time, Grandma had joined us out at the chicken house. She quickly got the little girls away from the opossum and interested in something else. I went to the barn and got a shovel.
Of course, I dug the hole in which to plant the erstwhile chicken house raider in the chicken run. I was pleasantly surprised to find absolutely no frost in the ground. Not only was it not frozen, there were large wiggly earth worms living and working in the top eight inched of it.
The chicken run is part of the garden spot we have been using for many years except when we quit using it because of the deer. You can read about that in an earlier post. The ground is quite fertile so I would expect to find worms there in the warmer months. I was surprised to find them in January.
The take away point of this for gardeners is that ground left mostly bare in the winter months, like a chicken run, will warm more quickly than mulched ground. I’ll bet if I had tried to dig in other parts of the garden where there is still a thick cover of mulch, I would have found the ground frozen.
It sure is fun to live and learn in the country.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
A Very Useful Tool
My grandson Aiden is a Thomas the Tank Engine Aficionado. He tells me on the Island of Sodor, where Thomas lives, the highest form of praise is to be called a "very useful engine".
So what tool or tools on your homestead would you call very useful? I have really enjoyed my Troy-Bilt “Horse” tiller since receiving it new as a gift in 1976. But it is not used nearly as often as some other “low-tech” tools around the place.
I was remembering how a lady wrote years ago in Mother Earth News about the one very useful five-gallon bucket she and her family used at their place. I checked it out in the M.E.N. archives and found the article.
In the article titled The One-Bucket Farmstead, in the September/October 1982 edition, Coreen Taylor Hart wrote:
A couple months ago I bought 50 pounds of cracked corn for the chickens. It came in a bag made of woven plastic, similar to that used in making many tarps. This feed sack works great for bringing firewood in for the stove. It allows me to carry much more than I could put in a bucket and keeps the bark and wood chips well contained. Come Spring I expect it will work great for hauling compost and other dry materials around our place. A smaller bag of similar material that had contained cat food now holds wood shavings we use as tinder in the stove.
Recycling feed sacks has a long tradition in our family. As a little farm girl in Kansas, my wife wore dresses her Mom made from cotton feed sacks.
By the way, if you are reading this, I expect you will agree that the World Wide Web is a very useful tool too.
So what tool or tools on your homestead would you call very useful? I have really enjoyed my Troy-Bilt “Horse” tiller since receiving it new as a gift in 1976. But it is not used nearly as often as some other “low-tech” tools around the place.
I was remembering how a lady wrote years ago in Mother Earth News about the one very useful five-gallon bucket she and her family used at their place. I checked it out in the M.E.N. archives and found the article.
In the article titled The One-Bucket Farmstead, in the September/October 1982 edition, Coreen Taylor Hart wrote:
“[W]e never could have guessed that our most indispensable piece of homesteading equipment would turn out to be a secondhand, five-gallon, white plastic bucket.”After reading the ways she and her family used the handy container I had to agree. She said they used the recycled vessel for everything from feeding the pigs to “mixing jumbo batches of bread dough”. To her long list of tasks I added carrying stove wood into the house. It worked great but I have found a better way.
A couple months ago I bought 50 pounds of cracked corn for the chickens. It came in a bag made of woven plastic, similar to that used in making many tarps. This feed sack works great for bringing firewood in for the stove. It allows me to carry much more than I could put in a bucket and keeps the bark and wood chips well contained. Come Spring I expect it will work great for hauling compost and other dry materials around our place. A smaller bag of similar material that had contained cat food now holds wood shavings we use as tinder in the stove.
Recycling feed sacks has a long tradition in our family. As a little farm girl in Kansas, my wife wore dresses her Mom made from cotton feed sacks.
By the way, if you are reading this, I expect you will agree that the World Wide Web is a very useful tool too.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Getting the Deer Out
Getting the Deer Out
Gardening can be a very frustrating activity. Perhaps my greatest frustration in this regard has been the deer. In years past I have worked the soil, planted seeds, watered, and weeded only to have the deer decimate the garden in one night.
Deer love vegetables; they are browsers after all. They have eaten the tops of my bean plants, nibbled young tomato plants to the ground, and walked indiscriminately over and through everything else in the garden, nibbling as they went.
Did you know deer like gladiolas? Check that. They LOVE gladiolas! One year, just as the glad buds were ready to open, the deer went down the rows and ate the buds off the stocks. Ate them like candy! I’m not talking just a few flowers here. I had three 40 foot rows of gladiolas growing in hopes of selling them locally. The deer must have had a party!
In desperation I went to the County Extension Office to see what they could tell me that would help keep the deer out of my garden. The nice people there gave me a brochure prepared by the University of Missouri or maybe it was the Missouri Department of Conservation. Anyway, the gist of the publication was “organize a hunt”. That’s right, organize a hunt and kill as many does as legally permitted and thus reduce the number of deer browsing through the garden.
Well, there were two immediate problems with that approach. One, this was not during hunting season. It was summer and the deer were using my garden as their version of an all-you-can-eat restaurant. And two, my neighbor’s wife, dearly loves deer. Temporarily stymied, I resigned myself to give up gardening.
This spring I found I could no longer suppress the urge to cultivate the soil and plant a garden. But I had a plan. I tilled the soil and planted as usual. Potatoes were the first vegetables I planted. Just about the time put the taters in the ground I started placing my super-duper deer deterrents.
The neighbor lady mentioned above has a hair cutting shop in her basement. She cuts my hair and the hair of most of my extended family. She is more than happy to give me bags full of hair. Some of it is unwashed, some washed, some permed, colored, highlighted, whatever, and 100% human-scented. I dropped wads of hair here and there over the garden. Then I tied one of those ubiquitous plastic bags from you know where full of hair to the handle of my push plow. I parked the push plow at the south edge of the garden so the prevailing breeze would carry the scent through the garden.
To augment the scent of the human hair, I also collected my urine for several days and poured small amounts of it around the perimeter of the garden. I then placed a bucket containing a few ounces of urine at the south edge of the garden along with the aforementioned hair. When I planted tomato and pepper plants, I placed thick hay mulch between them in the rows. I have routinely poured a dollop of urine on the hay between every third and fourth plant.
How, you ask, is this working out for me? Very well, thank you. There was one instance where a couple bean plants were lightly nibbled. No significant damage has been done. Perhaps even more encouraging is the fact that the number of deer prints in and through the garden has dropped drastically. They seem to have altered their browse pattern to avoid the area.
If you are plagued with deer, give this a try.
There is a down side to this. I had made tentative plans to have a deer hunt with some friends this fall and now I’m not sure I can deliver the deer. What about the lady next door? Well, I am trying to take her lots of tomatoes this summer. Maybe we can have our hunt when she and her husband are out of town. We’ll see.
Gardening can be a very frustrating activity. Perhaps my greatest frustration in this regard has been the deer. In years past I have worked the soil, planted seeds, watered, and weeded only to have the deer decimate the garden in one night.
Deer love vegetables; they are browsers after all. They have eaten the tops of my bean plants, nibbled young tomato plants to the ground, and walked indiscriminately over and through everything else in the garden, nibbling as they went.
Did you know deer like gladiolas? Check that. They LOVE gladiolas! One year, just as the glad buds were ready to open, the deer went down the rows and ate the buds off the stocks. Ate them like candy! I’m not talking just a few flowers here. I had three 40 foot rows of gladiolas growing in hopes of selling them locally. The deer must have had a party!
In desperation I went to the County Extension Office to see what they could tell me that would help keep the deer out of my garden. The nice people there gave me a brochure prepared by the University of Missouri or maybe it was the Missouri Department of Conservation. Anyway, the gist of the publication was “organize a hunt”. That’s right, organize a hunt and kill as many does as legally permitted and thus reduce the number of deer browsing through the garden.
Well, there were two immediate problems with that approach. One, this was not during hunting season. It was summer and the deer were using my garden as their version of an all-you-can-eat restaurant. And two, my neighbor’s wife, dearly loves deer. Temporarily stymied, I resigned myself to give up gardening.
This spring I found I could no longer suppress the urge to cultivate the soil and plant a garden. But I had a plan. I tilled the soil and planted as usual. Potatoes were the first vegetables I planted. Just about the time put the taters in the ground I started placing my super-duper deer deterrents.
The neighbor lady mentioned above has a hair cutting shop in her basement. She cuts my hair and the hair of most of my extended family. She is more than happy to give me bags full of hair. Some of it is unwashed, some washed, some permed, colored, highlighted, whatever, and 100% human-scented. I dropped wads of hair here and there over the garden. Then I tied one of those ubiquitous plastic bags from you know where full of hair to the handle of my push plow. I parked the push plow at the south edge of the garden so the prevailing breeze would carry the scent through the garden.
To augment the scent of the human hair, I also collected my urine for several days and poured small amounts of it around the perimeter of the garden. I then placed a bucket containing a few ounces of urine at the south edge of the garden along with the aforementioned hair. When I planted tomato and pepper plants, I placed thick hay mulch between them in the rows. I have routinely poured a dollop of urine on the hay between every third and fourth plant.
How, you ask, is this working out for me? Very well, thank you. There was one instance where a couple bean plants were lightly nibbled. No significant damage has been done. Perhaps even more encouraging is the fact that the number of deer prints in and through the garden has dropped drastically. They seem to have altered their browse pattern to avoid the area.
If you are plagued with deer, give this a try.
There is a down side to this. I had made tentative plans to have a deer hunt with some friends this fall and now I’m not sure I can deliver the deer. What about the lady next door? Well, I am trying to take her lots of tomatoes this summer. Maybe we can have our hunt when she and her husband are out of town. We’ll see.
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