My lettuce patch in the evening:
My lettuce patch in the morning:
Gone. Forty-five lettuces of three different kinds gone. FORTY-FIVE. The boys thought they could see tracks. Deer tracks, but we've been hearing about deer wiping out vegetable gardens lately, and so perhaps it's suggestion more than tracks. If it was a deer, it was a small one. But hungry.
Now, deers are not native to this area. They were imported five or six years ago by the Guardia Forestale, the Forest Service, to keep the woods clean of brambles and overgrowth. Trouble is, deer don't eat brambles. They do however eat the new shoots from trees that are cut for firewood; now that those trees have become scarce, and are overgrown with brambles, they are feasting on our produce.
I must confess I'm terribly upset about my FORTY-FIVE lettuce plants gone. To take my mind off the deer, I downloaded some photos from the small digicam I always carry with me.
What is it? I couldn't say. What I can say is that it captures the undercurrent of rage and frustration I'm experiencing right now. But it also means that my compact digicam is unquestionably broken.
I'm not sure the day has gotten off to a good start when you're ready for deer sausages by 8am ...