Showing posts with label Rabbits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rabbits. Show all posts

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Can't Blame It All on the Voles

      The voles get blamed for most of the destruction of young plants at my park garden.  They are numerous, and they run through and under the cold frames.  So when any young plant gets chewed to the ground, it is easy to blame it on the voles.  Or was until this morning.

Wascally Wabbit, 5/5/12
      Eeks, a baby bunny.  The first rabbit spotted in my garden.  The furry varmints must have thought my garden a tempting green food farm amongst all the freshly roto tilled plots.  And this bed dedicated to beneficial insects looks particularly appealing to a bunny in search of some daisies for breakfast.


      Something has caught his attention.  Yes, that flower stalk looks quite yummy.  Maybe if I stretch out a bit, I can get that really tasty stem.

I think I can
Yummy, what a good one

      The little fella had no fear.  And no end to his appetite.  I would not be so brazen with such a bull's eye painted on my forehead.
      So maybe the voles didn't eat that lettuce the first day it was planted.  I still hate them anyway.  The little bunny is much cuter.  Anybody want a free bunny?

Friday, June 17, 2011

Wascally Wabbit

Breakfast at Pop Pop's Place

      I have been quite remiss in updating the old blog.  Have been busy gardening, and should be busy chasing varmints.  This little bunny is quite fearless, and has a huge appetite for such a little critter.  My wife put in small zinnias that we had invested great time in raising from seed.  Little bunny took no time at all to decide that they tasted just fine.  That batch of zinnias is history.  We since have put plastic flower pots with the bottoms cut out around new plantings.  When the plants are bigger, they don't seem to have that "Eat Me" sign hung around their stems.

Rose Campion gives my ears a nice glow

I'll hide where he can't see me

Where did that zinnia go?

      Wascally wabbit.  I was close enough that I could have nailed him with my pitchfork instead of my camera.  But I'm sure he has lots of little baby brothers and sisters.  I long ago had to put fencing around the part of the garden for greens and beans.  Unfortunately, the deer found my garden last fall.  Now that is a different problem entirely.